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TABERNACLING 2021: 40 Days TheChosen #34

Jesus loves the little children,

All the children of the world.

Red, brown, yellow, black and white,

They are precious in His sight.

Jesus loves the little children of the world.


One thing about teaching – when you work with children for 40+ years, life is a little strange when you don’t see children every day. Even though I worked with those “bridge” kids (you know – the kids with one foot in childhood and the other foot stretching as much as it can be stretched towards adulthood), there is something about how children look at the world that is different from adults. It is often exciting, full of curiosity, trust and love.

The old childhood hymn declared: “They are precious in His sight”.

Precious is one of those words that has been so overused that our culture has lost sight – or perhaps I should say – lost respect for the rarity of its existence in this world. 

  • Precious metal
  • Precious stones
  • Isn’t that precious?
  • There’s precious few left.
  • What a precious little angel.
  • A cartoon character

But Yeshua knew children were precious. Precious enough to earn their own punishment if they cause a child to stumble in their life……in their faith.

…Assuredly, I say to you, unless you are converted and become as little children, you will by no means enter the kingdom of heaven.  Therefore, whoever humbles himself as this little child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. Whoever receives one little child like this in My name receives Me. If anyone causes one of these little ones–those who believe in me–to stumble, it would be better for them to have a large millstone hung around their neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea.” 

Matthew 18:3-6

Often children still have their spiritual lens tightly intact.  They see things that adults often miss.  Their lenses are generally wide open with trust, excitement, curiosity, and love. So, when they followed their parents or relatives to listen to this new rabbi, they saw quickly how precious Rabbi Yeshua was in “times such as these.” Of course, their parents might have wanted this Rabbi to touch them with His blessing as well.

In any case, if you’ve ever been in the midst of a group of children who really want to see something that they or their parents have deemed special, they tend to crowd closer and closer – bringing their laughter, joy and squabbles with them. Trying to see, question, touch, absorb as much as they can as quick as they can.

Such a distraction and definitely not precious

Well at least, that is what I imagine the disciples might have been thinking when they saw them through their adult, worldly-wise lens. Perhaps they tried to push them back, or maybe they asked the parents to take them to the back of the crowd – although – I’m sure that wasn’t the case if there was a child in need of healing. They wanted to see the miracles as much as anyone.

Yet – Rabbi Yeshua saw in the excitement and noise and active bumping and pushing and crowding – the preciousness of His Father’s love expanding into the world.

Let the little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of God. Assuredly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a little child will by no means enter it.” And He took them up in His arms, laid His hands on them, and blessed them.”

Mark 10:14-16

Our culture – our world – has been attacking children since the beginning of time. Pushing them to the back – ignoring them when a phone is in the hand – a hinderance at the end of a busy day – a burden to a life planned before they were knitted together……

And yet….

Yeshua Ha’Mashiach sees them as precious and longs to see, to question, to touch, to absorb in excitement, trust and love everything about them.

How precious is that?

#Hedrawethnigh #keeplookingup  #rapture

Greg Olsen artwork

TABERNACLING 2021: 40 Days TheChosen #30/31

I love the paint of words

The arc of phrase

The dance of metaphor

Alive upon the page

Bits and pieces

Bits and pieces.  

“The Paint of Words” by Ruth Bell Graham

I am not sure how I got here already.  Seems like I just started this 40-day prayer challenge, and here we are on Eve of Rosh Hashanah, The Days of Awe.  Awe meaning in His Light and Power – a deeper look, with reflection, introspection and repentance, at the choices made over the past year; falling to the knees and holding tight in prayer as He once again lifts those who seek out of the mirey pit and places their foot upon the Rock higher than for a new year during Yom Kippur.   

Light.  Power.

God came from Teman,

The Holy One from Mount Paran. Selah.

His glory covered the heavens,

And the earth was full of His praise

His brightness was like the light;

He had rays flashing from His hand,

And there His power was hidden.

Habakkuk 3:3-4

I have always been fascinated by two men who are barely mentioned in the Bible.  The first was Simeon.  He prayed all His life to see the Messiah before he died.  He was in the temple the day Yeshua’s parents brought Him to be circumcised.  Whenever I read Luke 2, I can almost hear YAH’s whisper as He told Simeon to look up and behold: the Light and the Power in the parents’ arms.

And the Light and Power filled Simeon’s heart as his prayer was answered.

The second person was Nicodemus –  a Pharisee used to being honored for his knowledge, revered by many, a teacher of laws, both written and oral, and – even though the Bible never says it outright – he must have had in his heart a prayer much like Simeon’s.  He heard of the young rabbi from Nazareth – the one named Yeshua.  Somehow, I know YAH whispered in his ear to listen and pay attention to this young teacher, and so Nicodemus did.  Perhaps, YAH nudged a little stronger which sent him to seek – one dark night – a solitary meeting with Yeshua where Light and Power not only filled the room, but filled a hole in Nicodemus heart and kept him wondering and watching until a cross seemingly extinguished that Light and Power.

Perhaps – as Nicodemus watched the gathering clouds of the storm overhead, he finally understood YAH’s whisper for what it had been saying all along – Messiah. How the word must have stung as he rushed to join Joseph of Arimathea to prepare for a burial before Passover began, and how he must have wondered and searched the scriptures as Sunday morning arrived, and the rumors exploded throughout Jerusalem.

Light. Power.

Nothing can contain that which Our Father has ordained.  Not death.  Not a grave.  Not sin. Not the evil one’s plans. Nothing can contain the Light and the Power of Yeshua Ha’Mashiach.

“I am the light of the world. He who follows Me shall not walk in darkness, but have the light of life.”

John 8:12

“And Jesus came and spake unto them, saying, ‘All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth.”

Matthew 28:18

#Hedrawethnigh #keeplookingup  #rapture

TABERNACLING 2021: 40 Days TheChosen #11

2+ inches of rain. 

A thunderstorm that rocks on and on.

Porch sitting.

Eyes heavy.

Nap beckons…..but I am enjoying it too much and too stubborn to give into sleepy eyes.  As the rain slows, the plants proclaim their happiness with that heavy, dark, green, sweet smell that always follows a big storm. A walk through the woods and around the property assures me that little clean up is called for, and choc lab girl pouts as she rolls on her back in the wet grass proclaiming that she is still missing her ball.

“In that day you will say: “Give praise to the LORD, proclaim His name; make known among the nations what He has done, and proclaim that His name is exalted.”

Isaiah 12:4

When I was little, dancing in the puddles after a thunderstorm was one of my favorite things to do.  Now sitting on the porch watching is the best thing in this old world (as I’m certainly not about to disclose to y’all whether this 70-year-old still dances in puddles or not). Of course, it would be much better if it wasn’t a sauna in the summery south of NC after a thunderstorm.

Proclaiming is one of those celebratory things we humans like to do at times. We proclaim our sports victory with horns honking and bells ringing.  We proclaim the end of the year with partying, confetti, music and hopefully – a kiss or two.  We proclaim liberty every 4th of July with a parade (and back in the day – an ice cream social before the community baseball game). We announce all sorts of things – almost every day – on any occasion possible.

“The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me, because the Lord has anointed me to bring good news to the poor; he has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to those who are bound…”

Isaiah 61:1

Yeshua proclaimed this verse fulfilled as He read it aloud in his hometown. The Jewish leaders, kings, prophets, angels, and the apostles proclaimed things throughout the Bible. From the beginning to end, the people proclaim the WORD of the LORD. Proclaim those things yet to come. Proclaim the good news of the gospel.

Today, the heavens proclaimed there was a storm on its way, and it came. However, that doesn’t always happen in this world. At times, the heavens proclaim a storm is coming, and nothing happens at all.  The skies darken. The thunder rolls.  The lightening zaps the atmosphere.  But – the life-giving rain never shows up. Rivers shrink.  Plants whither. As all life weakens and searches the skies for a drop of wetness.

The great news – the One who made the Heavens and the Earth is ALWAYS faithful in His WORD when He proclaims something.  What the Bible proclaims is ALWAYS truth. The Bridegroom’s shout will come.  The Bema seat is waiting.  And then – the rest of the Bible’s proclamations will happen as has been foretold. 

As the song said in the movie, Fighting Temptations: It’s time to come home.

#Hedrawethnigh #keeplookingup  #rapture

TABERNACLING 2021: 40 Days TheChosen #9

“It’s never too late to be what you might have been.”

George Eliot

The woods is a few degrees cooler, so that is where I usually end up taking the choc lab girl for most of our walks during the day.   Well – maybe I should clarify this by saying, the woods is where she sits her cute little butt and watches me walk the path – alone. Sometimes, she rolls on her back in the leaves, plays in the water or digs in the dirt for grubs as she patiently waits for me to come back around, so that I will pick up her ball and throw it for her to lackadaisically chase down.  She has been battling an infection the past couple weeks and is in her 9th year of life, so antibiotics have reset her system enough to slow her down……a little. 

The world seems to be in a reset right now.

“The voice of one crying in the wilderness:
“Prepare the way of the Lord;
Make straight in the desert
A highway for our God.”

Isaiah 40:3

Isaiah was crying out a world reset prophecy that would be the greatest of them all in the middle of the His WORD. But think about it, the world had been reset so many times since mankind received its first breath from ADONAI.  It was reset after Adam and Eve hid themselves from His face.  It was reset after mankind tried to build a tower into the heavens all by themselves.  It was reset after Noah walked his family off the ark.

Of course, smaller areas and families are constantly being reset: Sodom and Gomorrah, Moses, Ruth, David, Solomon, Esther, Rehab, Zacharias and Elizabeth, Mary and Joseph……….you……………..me.  We all go through the wilderness at some point, and our lives reset into something entirely new.

Even Jesus had a few resets.

His cousin John came ahead of him into this wilderness.  But I often wonder, what Our LORD thought/felt/experienced as He drew his first breath in this wilderness as a manchild? To go from the One who created all – to a helpless baby – dependent on all. 

GOD reset Himself as a human.

Jesus/Yeshua grew in strength and wisdom until we met him again in the temple.  His parents couldn’t find him.  The looked and looked.  Three days later – they found him in the temple.  GOD-man in the His physical home on earth.  Talking – debating with the elders, and they were astonished.

GOD-man resetting his sphere in this world for what would eventually come…especially the world of his parents.

I often ponder how this GOD-man knew the exact date he needed to start the more important part of this reset process?  Then I kick myself and know that He had grown in wisdom. He knew the prophecies of Daniel and understood them as most could not because He knew the Father and the Father knew Him.

Jesus/Yeshua reset Himself in the river with His cousin.  He reset himself in the wilderness with the evil one who twisted His WORDS, but there Yeshua straightened them out and threw them back upon the twisted head under His feet.  He reset his community when He declared the prophecy fulfilled.  He reset the Jewish community when He rode into the Holy City on the exact day that Daniel had predicted.  He reset the world when He died on the cross as predicted by Isaiah.  He reset all of creation when He rose from the tomb and ascended to His Father – – – just as He said.

Personally, I am ready for a reset.  I am sad to see so many things happening to my country/society/families that I love. I am sad at the divisiveness, the hatred, the violence, the bowing down to idols, the rejection of the Triune GOD. On a deeper personal level, I am sad that my body doesn’t dance anymore, and that PT stretches take up a daily portion of my life.  I am sad that I am not with kidlets as they go back to school, or with the people I love to talk/debate with on a regular basis in the hallways and classrooms. 

But – and this is one of those big BUT’s – I totally am over-the-moon excited about the reset that is ahead of us.  I’m excited about this time to dig into the WORD a little deeper.  I’m excited as I read the WORD and sing praise and hymn songs first thing in my day.  I’m excited as I watch the oil in my lamp continue to burn steadily and not go out.  I excited as I check and re-check my extra vessels for oil.  Most of all, I’m excited as I look up and ask about the best reset yet to come when the remnant is called home and rapture takes place.

“Today, Father, today????”

And then I usually laugh because I know He is shaking His head and laughing with me as He often does, and then I say as I bow my head in awe, “Okay, not today, but soon, okay?  And, as always, according to Your Will in the name of Yeshua Ha’Mashiach, Amen.”

#Hedrawethnigh #keeplookingup  #rapture

“Leading Love” House of Maria


          A couple of mornings ago, I woke up and wisdom struck…literally.  Actually, it a Gibbs’ slap to the side of the head – in the middle of a perfect dream.  Sometimes, I really ponder how the Father knows the exact way to get my full attention. During the day, my mind is generally butterfly dancing here, there and everywhere a pretty color catches my attention. So it is not unusual for the Omniscient One to take control of the situation, and make sure I hear whatever message He is trying to get across to me. So – with an vivid memory of a hand hitting my head, there I was – wide awake, a little perturbed, BUT wise enough to try to re-play the dream I had been having.

“The work which His goodness began, the arm of His strength will complete.”

Augustus M. Toplady

The rough part of that? For me, middle of the night boats of wisdom generally flit very quickly into banks and banks of fogginess. However, if I’m on deck, and manage to throw an anchor down immediately, I have a chance of holding my dinghy self still enough to log that wisdom into my brain – maybe. But this time, trying as hard as I might, I could only peer a little way past the fog and even that was a wet, blurry mess except for the joy surrounding one word:


 “Come!” And Peter got out of the boat, and walked on the water and came toward Jesus.

Matthew 14:29

Rabbi Yeshua used this verb at least 20 times in scripture. Yet, in this beginning to my 71st year of life of sailing my dinghy self with Him, I know Yeshua Ha’Mashiach has said it a bunch more than 20. Believe me when I say this, I tend to get lost in this chaotic sea life – for long periods of time, and He has had to holler – much like I holler for my wayward puppies: “COME”.

Off and on in scripture, Jesus would add other words to this verb – but the action part is always that one word: COME:  get off the butts, get out of the social media, get the feet in gear, and step toward the Shepherd that is calling. We know His voice. We also know He will wait for us to take that first step in response to His call.

Much like the end of those rare movies that you love to watch over and over. Movies that leave you smiling, but you don’t really know why.  August Rush (Evan Taylor) standing on a podium, conducting his symphony – his “COME be with me” symphony – calling his parents as they wade through the crowd. His joyous face as he turns around in anticipation to see them standing there – waiting to step forward. Or Baby (Francis Houseman) standing on another stage watching Johnny Castle dance his way through the crowds towards her. His was a silent call as he waggled his finger at her: “COME dance with me.” Her face wrapped in that same joyous anticipation as she nods her head and steps forward.

It is the picture of their faces that remains in my eye long after the movie is over.  It tickles the edges of soul with wonder:

Is that the way Peter’s face looked before he got out of the boat?

Is that the way that the disciples of John the Baptist looked when they saw Yeshua?

Is that the way all the disciples’ faces looked the first time He looked at them and said, “COME”?

Is that the way every sinner’s face looks the first time He speaks to them?

I know it is the way my face looks like, and every time, it changes the way I view everything.

“COME unto me…”

“COME and see…”

“COME, follow me…”

“COME near…”

“COME just as you are…”

Familiar clauses that call to us over and over throughout the Bible. 

     It is three days later, and the dark is closing in around me once again.  The solar lights that are placed in various places surrounding the patio and gardens, have started shining their light. They are not bright enough to really walk around when you have cataracts, but when their light is combined with the waning moon’s light (and sometimes, a phone’s small speck of light), the darkness pulls back just enough that I can comfortably take my steps forward.

     The darkness of this world may get a lot darker. The Light may become harder to find. But His face and voice never change.  He still stands at the door and calls that one verb.

“Do not be afraid. I am the First and the Last, the Living One. I was dead, and behold, now I am alive forever and ever! And I hold the keys of Death and of Hades.

Rev 1:17-18

Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will COME in and dine with him, and he with Me. To the one who overcomes, I will grant the right to sit with Me on My throne, just as I overcame and sat down with My Father on His throne.”

Rev 3:20-21

The Spirit and the Bride say, “COME.” And let the one who hears say, “COME.” And let the one who is thirsty COME; let the one who desires take the water of life without price.”

Revelation 22:17
“First Day in Heaven” Kerolos Safwat

#Hedrawethnigh #Keeplookingup #Rapture


Praise the LORD!

Writing about the WOES listed in Isaiah 5 is done.  When I see the word WOE in the Bible – it’s scary connotation catches me …….  Everytime. I was WAY OVER writing about WOE before I started.

Do you know, there are approximately 56 instances of WOE being cited in the Old and New Testament? (I say approximately because different translations translate differently.) Still – that’s a bunch of WOE, and like I said, I was WAY OVER WOE before I started, but I’ve learned it is never in my best interest to argue with a nudge from the Holy Spirit.

This whole WOE thing started when I found myself in a classroom for the first time.  I say “found” because that was never my plan.  I never consciously chose to be a teacher.  I didn’t go to college to become a teacher.  In fact – for many reasons, I didn’t even want to go to college.  I even had several nasty fights with the parents who twisted my arm with the promise that I could come home after one semester if I really didn’t like it.

Needless to say, I never went home for more than a few days after the first month. What can I say?  They had a music building – choirs – and a library that I could get lost in whenever I wanted. There was no way I would ever be able to read all those books.

Woe! Not many of you should become teachers, my brothers, because you know that we who teach will be judged more strictly.

James 3:1

I really didn’t like school – at all.

Growing up, I played “school” with my friends and baby dolls. I taught Sunday School, Vacation Bible school, swim lessons to disabled students, read story books to kids who came to the library where I worked as a high school page, read more books to the kids that I baby-sat for on the weekends or in the summer, taught kids how to twirl a baton, but never – NEVER – envisioned doing anything that had anything to do with school.

When I look back at all the things I did leading up to college, I can see Our Father’s handprints all over this.  Probably because we lived in a small town, I ended up being in leadership positions off and on all through school.  The job in the library gave me access to books that I probably wouldn’t have read if I hadn’t been there several hours a week and more in the summer.

I was reading about the things I heard my parents and teachers talking about long before I understood why they were important or how they would all fit together to lead me to a 40+ yearlong path that I couldn’t possibly imagine when I turned 18.    

But if anyone causes one of these little ones who believe in Me to stumble, it would be better for him to have a large millstone hung around his neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea. Woe to the world for the causes of sin. These stumbling blocks must come, but woe to the man through whom they come!

Matthew 18:6-7

The amazing thing was – I wasn’t as bored in college as I had been in all my previous schooling.  Don’t get me wrong, I had great teachers.  Some even caught my attention enough that I actually A-ced their class. I just wasn’t that motivated high achiever in school.  I was the day-dreamer looking out the window, writing poems, stories, song or reading a book in my lap.  I did good enough to make National Honor Society, but that’s about it.

My college notebooks are still filled with a lot of writing that had nothing to do with classes, but it was better since I didn’t have to spend all day in classes and could hang out in the music building playing piano and singing to my hearts’ content with all the people who liked to do the same thing as me in their free time.

And then – – – I “found” myself standing in front of a bunch of students in an urban classroom. 

Whoa! Woe!!

During that short experience, a long-time Christian teacher took me under her wing.  She taught me more in 6 weeks than I had learned in 3 years at my college and – – it was she that pointed out the WOE verses as she asked me, “Are you sure you are ready to do this for Him?”

Was I?

“It is inevitable that stumbling blocks come, but woe to him through whom they come! It would be better for him if a millstone were hung around his neck and he were thrown into the sea, than that he would cause one of these little ones to stumble.”

Luke 17:1-3

I guess I was, so I may be WAY OVER WOE writing about WOE’s (does that even make sense?), but I know WOES are part of the world – especially in these latter days.  So when they catch me as I read the Bible, I realize that they are the warnings that are meant to catch our attention.  Warnings to remind us that His Handprints are over everything in our lives – – – from opening our eyes in the morning to closing our eyes at night.  I can’t find the words to say how comforting that is to me during this season of life.   

#Hedrawethnigh #keeplookingup

Campbell Hall, The Ohio State University, 1978

TABERNACLING 2021: Weedy Woe #3

Today is Shavuot…the Festival of Weeks – celebrating the 7 weeks between Passover and the Giving of Law followed closely by the giving of the first fruits of the early harvest…oh, and by the way, Pentecost is the Greek word for Shavuot. 

Okay, get all that? 

It is always hard for me to keep all things Jewish straight in my head.  I suppose it is because I never grew up with any of them in my head – even though it was in the Bible all the time.

Only be careful, and watch yourselves closely so that you do not forget the things your eyes have seen or let them fade from your heart as long as you live. Teach them to your children and to their children after them.

Deuteronomy 4:9

How did our ancestors forget this passage?

The third Weedy Woe in Isaiah 5 is “iniquity”: sin…wickedness…evil.

Perhaps over the years, like us, they got side-tracked.  Perhaps, the branch wanted to become the vine.  Perhaps, the vineyard dressers loved walking among the vines and forgot the owner’s cautionary teaching.  Perhaps, Old Testament Covenant became boring, hard-to-read, out-of-date, no longer relevant in light of the Second Newer Covenant.

In reality, what they forgot were the Son’s words when He walked the vineyard among them.

Today, I took down the last few things of Easter. I love how the Jewish faith is celebrating that Yahweh gave the Law on this feast day.  I love how Abba (as Yeshua referred to Him) gave the Holy Spirit fire (the church) on the same day.  He is so faithful in all His promises. 

Think not that I am come to destroy the law, or the prophets: I am not come to destroy, but to fulfil.

Matthew 5:17

The vine and the branch eternally intertwined – once again – on the same day. 




After that life-changing Passover, the apostles met with Him at different times for 40 days. They watched Him ascend to the Father and waited.  The last thing He told them was to wait for the “sum’para’kaleo” – the warm encouragement that was to come to them – and then He left. (Acts 1)

Doubling down.




10 days later – 50 days after Passover – on the day of Shavuot. The wait was over.

Holy Spirit Fire.








Weedy Woes are still with us. Iniquity chases us especially when the Holy Spirit Fire is nudging us to carry His WORD, pray His WORD, act in His WORD to all nations of the world. Together…praying for each other…praying for those estranged, lost, unknown…praying for those under spiritual and physical attack.

The omnipotent Abba fulfills all His promises and shows – to the smallest detail – how important each of His children are to Him, and the plan He has designed for each of our lives – in every corner of the world for times such as these.  All we have to do is wait…double down…pray continuously…and watch the fig tree bloom as the eagle flies above.

Woe to those who draw iniquity with cords of deceit

and pull sin along with cart ropes,

to those who say, “Let Him hurry and hasten His work

so that we may see it!

Let the plan of the Holy One of Israel come

so that we may know it!”  

Isaiah 5:18-1

#prayforthepeaceofJerusalem #Hedrawethnigh

Artist renditioning of the Ascension
Artist renditioning of Pentecost

TABERNACLING 2021: Lenten Lessons

Sometimes when things happen – and ya just have to roll with it.

A couple of days ago, I was listening to a podcast about global trends in our world as I fussed with various chores in the kitchen.  I had just sat down to really turn my ears onto the subject, when the sound of crashing glass intervened from another room of my home. Luckily, I had my shoes on as I went back to check.  I was sure a picture had fallen off the wall. 

I was wrong. 

Instead, two china cabinet glass shelves became – one glass shelf. Amazingly, not one glass door had been even cracked. The things sitting on those shelves? Well – not one thing was broken that had that “emotional” attachment to it.  Thus, began my 3-hour journey of sorting piles of “stuff”:

  • toss, give away, keep. 
  • Broom and sweeper.
  • Clean a space.
  • Repeat and repeat and repeat.
  • Order emerges in minute stages. 

Eventually, kitty came out from under the desk and sniffed the changes.

Things I needed to clean out for a long time were finally in the car or in the trash. Those treasure chest items were moved around, and I smiled.  I hadn’t planned on spending half of my day doing this, but it was definitely something that needed done. The thought ran through my mind, “And it was good”.

Lessons.  What can I say? Sometimes, the teacher just allows things to happen so that a new lens of importance will open our eyes to something we hadn’t seen. Rabbi Yeshua was adjusting the lens of His followers all day on the 12th of Nisan. It began as He and His followers made their way back to Jerusalem. As they walked, they passed the tree He had cursed the day before. He knew they would need the faith of a mustard seed in the days and years to come.

 “Have faith in God,” Jesus answered. “Truly I tell you, if anyone says to this mountain, ‘Go, throw yourself into the sea,’ and does not doubt in their heart but believes that what they say will happen, it will be done for them. Therefore, I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours. And when you stand praying, if you hold anything against anyone, forgive them, so that your Father in heaven may forgive you your sins.”

Mark 11:22-25

When they got to the temple, He allowed them to watch and listen as the priests tried to trap Him once again.  At some point, Judas Iscariot changed his lens on this day and made a deal that would change their world and all the world’s generations to follow. Did He miss the Olivet Discourse?  What lens had he been looking through on that day?  

That afternoon, Yeshua squeezed in many lessons for those who followed Him. Lessons to change their lens. Lessons that would help them in the coming years ahead. Lessons that would help all of us who are willing to look through a different lens at the things and people of the world and of the days that are coming.

There are way too many lessons that Yeshua spoke to on this day, but if you want to see through His lens, you might want to open your Bible to these chapters and verses:

  • Matthew 21:23–24:51,
  • Mark 11:20–13:37,
  • Luke 20:1–21:36,  
  • John 12:20–38.


Michael Dudash artwork

TABERNACLING 2021: Lament’s Lens

Palm Sunday was a whirl wind of weather today, and I kept having to blink to keep the dust out of my eyes. 

  • Fog.
  • Sun.
  • Clouds
  • Wind.
  • Rain.
  • Repeat

As I was growing up, Palm Sunday was always full of joyful songs, children singing, cantatas by the adults and some years – a few palm leaves handed out as we entered the door. A new Easter dress, usually made by my mom, was already hanging in my closet, but there might be a trip to the store to get new patten leather shoes, gloves or hat if it was a good year.

Having my own family, we followed much of those same traditions.  Roles switched up a little – but basically – following those patterns my parents established long ago. Happy childhoods lead many of us trying to re-create those happy days for our own families.

On this day, I find myself thinking about those people following their Passover tradition in Jerusalem on the 10th of Nisan long ago. They, knew their scriptures. They knew the Messiah would come riding into Jerusalem on a donkey. They knew Daniel’s timeline. They knew, just like the soldiers did long before them, that by throwing their cloaks upon the ground for Him to walk on, they were showing deference to His kingship. Their cloaks were their linage – their family heritage – their life.

But – the lens through which we look often determines how we see the world…and so tonight…I wonder.

I wonder if I stood in the midst of close to 100,000 people shouting and singing – would I have been caught up in the mob of excitement, waving a palm branch, throwing my shawl upon the ground before this man that many claimed was the Messiah?

Would the lens through which I viewed this man riding a donkey been the same as theirs?

Or would I – – – would I have stood back, like I tend to do so many times in today’s world, seeking something deeper – something beyond the traditions.  As He rode closer, would I have noticed His face? Would I have sought His eyes on that untrained colt donkey and recognized that they were not rejoicing with the crowd’s joyous outburst?

“As Jesus approached Jerusalem and saw the city, He wept over it and said, “If only you had known on this day what would bring you peace! But now it is hidden from your eyes. For the days will come upon you when your enemies will barricade you and surround you and hem you in on every side. They will level you to the ground—you and the children within your walls. They will not leave one stone on another, because you did not recognize the time of your visitation from God.”

Luke 19:41-44

I wonder…. and then I wonder again.

The people looked through one lens. 

Yeshua looked through another lens.

Would I have looked through their lens – – – or would I have looked through His?

My whirlwind of thought is almost as crazy as the weather outside. But this time, it manages to blow the figurative dust out of my eyes. 


We tend to think of Palm Sunday with all those wonderful traditions that took place in a building built to worship GOD, but tonight, it is not the building I need.  It is so much more.  It is the lens of His tabernacle inside of us that He left for us to use as we try to see through this chaotic whirlwind that encircles our world.

It’s just a matter of whether we chose to look through His lens or the world’s lens.

Always a choice.


Greg Olson artwork

TABERNACLING 2021: Palm Sunday

“Speak to all the congregation of Israel, saying: ‘On the tenth day of this month every man shall take for himself a lamb, according to the house of his father, a lamb for a household.”   

Exodus 12:3

One of my students wrote me a note a last week. The watery smile came out, as I pressed that small note into on of my notebooks where I keep students’ notes and pictures that have been given to me over the years. Every now and then – when I have one of those crazy days or when the arthritis is reminding me how old my body feels, I pull that notebook out and remember why I still teach.

After teaching in the inner city, rural public with a few Mennonite/Amish, homeschooling 3 of my own, urban alternative, small Christian school, another rural school, it is fun to be on the ground floor of a new Christian school for my last teaching gig. Got to crow, I love teaching. I love teaching about YHWH. A friend said her daughter calls preachers, “God-tellers”. I like that. I like that as a teacher-preacher I could be a “God-teller” as well.

This week, the “God-Teller” in me was teaching about the Jewish Passover. So often in Christian education, we don’t teach the relationship between the Jewish traditions and our Christian ones. Yeshua was a Jewish Rabbi. Jewish followers became his disciples/apostles. Most of his teachings and parables relate to the stories those Jewish people knew well, and I have found that knowing those stories enhances my own “Faith Journey”. Thus, they just tumble out of my mouth as I teach.

“Six days before the Passover, Jesus came to Bethany…The next day the great crowd that had come to the feast heard that Jesus was coming to Jerusalem.  They took palm branches and went out to meet Him, shouting:


“Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord!”

“Blessed is the King of Israel!”

John 12:1,12-13

When we juxtaposition Passover with the Easter story, our eyes and ears become a little more open to how omnipotent Our Father is in everything He does – even sending The WORD to fulfill the Word in a way His lost lambs might recognize Him: tying it to their Holy Feasts

According to John’s account, Yeshua rode into Jerusalem on the very day that the Jewish people were choosing their unblemished lambs for Passover. The 10 day of the first month – Nisan. The people rejoiced when they found their pure lamb for Passover. The pure, without flaw, lamb would live with the family that chose it for 4 days – until the day they took it to the priests for sacrifice.

On the 10th of Nisan, Yeshua rode to Jerusalem, to the “home” of His people. The people rejoiced when Yeshua rode into Jerusalem. They laid their coats and palm leaves down for Him to trod upon. That pure “lamb” lived and taught in Jerusalem for the next four days…until they took Him to the priests for sacrifice.

It just so happened – like I believe that – there are no coincidences in YHWH’s timing; I was teaching on the 10th day of Nisan this year. Since I teach K-7th grade, there was a varying degree of knowledge about Palm Sunday and the Jewish feast of Passover. Basics facts to deeper connections flowed depending on our interaction and the Holy Spirit prompting. But in each class – there would be those eyes and ears that opened.

Needless to say, Tabernacling with YHWH, takes us on different “Faith Journeys”. Every year, mine continues to evolve. I continue to learn. I continue to listen and watch. I continue to pry my eyes and ears open when I often just want to curl up in a ball and ignore the world. That is what Tabernacling with YHWH during Passover/Easter is all about.




And the greatest of these: LOVE.