Catching Up

• Thanks for the prayers.
  
• I am doing well and DS did not get sick.
  
• Thank you L-RD!!
• Last fry day my Jewish Roots Instructor was invited to a church in the next town over
  
• (a rather large and prominent church in that community with a christian school and everything)
• He and his wife were there just as guest while a Rabbi Farrars gave a teaching Passover
• My instructor did give a tease for what he would be talking about
  
• the next morning during the men's meeting.
• His wife described the people there like little birds with their mouths open in a nest.
• People are hungry for The Truth.
• At the men's meeting my instructor told the men there that
• augustine, constantine, ignatius, luther, and calvin are not the fathers of our faith
• Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob are.
• Let's just say that church may start holding Jewish Roots classes as well!!!!!!!!!!!!
  
• Then on sundae our instructor was telling us that a person can
  
• just get saved
• or know G-D
• we should study as if digging for silver
• this study will not exhaust you
• rather it will nourish, sustain, and energize you
• It boils down to 3 questions
• Do you love Yeshua (Jesus)?
• Do you trust HIM?
• Do you trust HIM enough to obey HIM?
• Last thing to share for now
• Yesterday we were listening to chapter 5 of Understood Betsy
• I enjoyed the following dialogue:

"What's the matter?" asked the teacher, seeing her bewildered face.

"Why—why," said Elizabeth Ann, "I don't know what I am at all. If I'm second-grade arithmetic and seventh-grade reading and third grade spelling, what grade am I?"

The teacher laughed at the turn of her phrase. "You aren't any grade at all, no matter where you are in school. You're just yourself, aren't you? What difference does it make what grade you're in? And what's the use of your reading little baby things too easy for you just because you don't know your multiplication table?"

"Well for goodness' sakes!" ejaculated Elizabeth Ann, feeling very much as though somebody had stood her suddenly on her head.

"Why, what's the matter?" asked the teacher again.

This time Elizabeth Ann didn't answer, because she herself didn't know what the matter was. But I do, and I'll tell you. The matter was that never before had she known what she was doing in school. She had always thought she was there to pass from one grade to another, and she was ever so startled to get a little glimpse of the fact that she was there to learn how to read and write and cipher and generally use her mind, so she could take care of herself when she came to be grown up.

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Even I would be tempted to send my son to a cozy little one room school house with such a wise teacher!