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Good Friday, Easter…We Are Doing It All Wrong!

A year ago I wrote a post about Easter, Easter, the Celebration of the Fertility Goddess. In that post I explained that Easter is a false god.  The common Easter symbols that we are so accustomed to, the egg and the rabbit, are fertility symbols that are directly linked to the worship of this false god.  In fact, even the date that is chosen each year to celebrate Easter is determined according to when the celebration of the goddess Easter was celebrated, the first Sunday after the full moon following the spring equinox.  This is why there is such a great variance of dates causing the holiday to land anywhere between the end of March and the end of April.  To read more about how and why this religious combination happened, please read the post linked above.

As Christians, followers of Christ, and Yahweh, the one and only true God, we better have a problem with this.  This is doing exactly what the Israelites did on countless occasions, and were punished severely by God…it is mixing honor and worship of Yahweh, “You shall have no other gods before Me”, that Yahweh, with worship of a pagan god.  Don’t tell me you are not doing that.  Do you buy chocolate Easter bunnies? How about Peeps?  I love those marshmallow bunnies and chicks!   Do you decorate Easter eggs?  Do you have an Easter egg hunt?  Probably right before or immediately following the church service in which you celebrated the risen Savior.  These symbols have absolutely NOTHING…NOT ONE…SINGLE…THING…to do with the resurrection of Messiah.

What’s more, there is nowhere in the Bible where Christians are told to hold a celebration of Messiah’s resurrection.  To tell you the truth, I can’t say that I have a problem specifically with celebrating it.  Obviously it is something worth a celebration.  However, the command given by Yeshua was to commemorate His death…”Do this in remembrance of Me.”  And that command was given in connection to a very specific, already established, feast.  The Passover.

The evening of the Lord’s last supper with his disciples was the beginning of Passover.  Passover is every year on the same date, the 14th of Nissan, on the Jewish calendar.  It begins at sunset and ends the following evening at sunset.  The Last Supper was the Passover meal, the Seder.  When Yeshua broke the bread, it was unleavened bread which symbolized His sinless life, and it was the bread they were commanded to eat at Passover by God when He instituted it at the time of the Exodus from Egypt.  Remember, a spotless male lamb was sacrificed, and it’s blood spread on the doorposts so that the people would be saved from the angel of death.  Yeshua is that spotless lamb who was sacrificed on Passover, and who’s blood saved us from eternal death.

Yeshua instructed His followers to continue to observe the Passover, but after His death, to observe it in remembrance of what He did for us on the cross. 

“Do this in remembrance of Me.”  Do THIS.  “This” is the PASSOVER.  Look, what Yeshua did with his disciples was break the bread, and drink the cup, as part of the Passover feast.  The Passover feast always pointed to the Savior who would one day come to save the world.  It was a living prophecy of the coming Messiah.  Yeshua fulfilled that prophecy that day, but He never instructed His followers to cease and desist.  He did instruct them to continue to observe the Passover, not as prophecy to come, but rather as prophecy fulfilled.

As I sat in church this morning, considering the coming Maundy Thursday service, and Easter to follow, I was overwhelmed by the Spirit of Christ.  “This is wrong!!” beat in my heart and throbbed in my head.  Passover.  PASSOVER!!!  That is when we are to remember the sacrifice Yeshua made for us.  We have grieved the Holy Spirit by paganizing the holy celebration of the sacrifice of the Lamb of God on the cross.  And now He is calling us back to Him.  Do you hear His call?  Leave the pagan worship of Easter behind you!  Return to Me and MY ways.  Who of you will stand for the Lord?  Who will dare to brave the “heresy” of leaving Easter where it belongs and celebrating Christ on HIS holy day, Passover?

It is the year 2017 on the solar calendar (the year 5777 on the Jewish calendar).  The 14th day of Nissan is tomorrow.  I am going to lead my family in a Seder meal.  It won’t  be perfect because I don’t know how to do it all, and quite frankly, I’m not totally prepared.  But I know we will be honoring Yeshua Messiah on the right day at the right time.  We will attend Maundy and Resurrection Day services.  The question for you and for me is what about next year?  Will we seek courage from God to speak to our church leaders and encourage a return to God’s feast where Yeshua, and only Yeshua, will be honored?  Or will we cower, and continue to mix pagan worship with Christian worship?  In so doing, will we ignore God’s call to return to Him and away from pagan gods as the Israelites did?  The Church has been celebrating Easter for nearly 2,000 years.  Old habits die hard.  Some habits need to be broken.

Here is a link to instructions for a Christian Passover written by Ann Voskamp:  Why A Christian Family Celebrate Passover: A Messianic Seder

Easter, the Celebration of the Fertility Goddess

Yikes!!  My guess is, if you are like me, you opened this post in one of two ways.  Really, seriously twirked that I would have the audacity to call the celebration of the resurrection of the Messiah a pagan holiday.  Or, grieved that yet another believer appears to have gone astray and desires to take others with her.

I assure you, neither is the case.  I just wanted to get your attention:-)  Now, put that smiley face aside, though, because what I do want to talk about is serious business.

Have you ever thought about where we get the term Easter?  I’ll be honest.  I never did.  Not once.  I remember learning where the term Christmas came from, or at least what it means.  I also knew that Santa Claus was not really part of it, but that there was a lot of symbology to the artifacts of Christmas (the tree, the candy cane, etc.).  I remember in my early 20s researching the history behind Halloween and choosing to not take part in it (and then waffling, taking part, and turning back from it when my children were younger).  Somewhere in the years since those discoveries I began to ask what in the world the Easter Bunny, colored eggs and hunts all had to do with the resurrection of Yeshua (Jesus).  I reasoned, or perhaps was even told, that it had something to do with new life.  It still haunted me.  That explanation was just not good enough.

A year ago, I was working my way through an amazing study of Genesis taught from the Hebrew perspective.  Talk about eye opening!  It has changed my whole view of the Bible and my role as a Gentile Christian.  That aside, I was shocked to read that the name Easter was that of the wife/queen of the evil tyrant, Nimrod.  Say what?!  She was known eventually by many names including Semiramis, Ishtar, Isis, Cyblle, and Ashteroth (read a bit of God’s judgement on Judah in Jeremiah 7:18).  Nimrod (also called Ashur) deified himself. He became known as the creator god, the god of the sun, later to be called Ba’al, Marduk, and Molech, among others.  Semiramis, his wife, was also deified, being known as the mother of heaven, the goddess of the moon and of fertility.  After Nimrod died, Semiramis bore a son whom she called Tamuz.  He was said to be the reincarnation of Nimrod, a man-god, forming the last of a very unholy trinity.  These three became the basis of all false religions, what God called Mystery Babylon (Nimrod built Bavel, the original city of Babylon where a tower was built to the sky in defiance of God, and where God confused the languages of the people – Genesis 11).

These God-less gods were responsible for false worship, temple prostitutes, child sacrifices, and all number of heinous acts.  Associated with this goddess of fertility were the rabbit, as a symbol of fertility, and the egg.  It was said that a large egg came down from the sky and rested in the water.  Easter (Semiramis) was born from that egg in the spring time.  Thus the ritual springtime celebration of the pagan goddess, Easter.

How in the world did Easter come to be the name of the holiday of our Lord?  The explanation goes way back to the 2nd century AD.  It was a time of great persecution for the Jewish people.  Jerusalem had been destroyed and Rome built another city on top of the ruins.  The city was called Alia Capitolina.  Jews were forbidden to enter, as they were said to be detestable.  Anything Jewish was also forbidden, including any Jewish celebrations or feasts.  This was a problem for the early Christian church. They had continued to celebrate the Passover, as Yeshua had done, and included the commemoration of His death as the Passover sacrificial lamb.

Here we need a little basic information.  Way back in Exodus, God had commanded the Israelite people to celebrate the Passover, followed immediately by the Feast of Matzah (Unleavened Bread) in the first month, on the 14th day.  Passover was to be on the 14th of the Hebrew month of Nisan.  Yeshua, as the sacrificial passover lamb, was crucified on Passover…did you know that?  (A topic for another day is the fulfillment of prophecy that took place on each of the God-assigned Hebrew feasts…except one that is yet to be fulfilled.)

Yeshua was crucified on the 14th of Nisan, a particular date, not a particular day of the week.  The apostolic church (the early church under the leadership of the apostles) continued to observe Passover, on Nisan 14, regardless of what day of the week it fell on, but including the Lord’s supper as instituted by Yeshua before His death (Luke 22).  For well over a century this was the only way Yeshua’s death was commemorated.

When Rome built Alia Capitolina over the ruins of Jerusalem and forbid anything Jewish from entering, the Church, rather than continue to follow God’s command to observe Passover when it was intended, chose to move the celebration to the first Sunday following the first full moon after the vernal equinox, coincidentally right around the time of the pagan fertility celebration, Easter.  After a couple hundred years, and a decision in there somewhere to celebrate the resurrection of the Messiah as well, the watered down Passover, and Easter were blended and called Easter.  Easter became the celebration of the resurrection of the risen Messiah that incorporates the pagan symbol of the fertile bunny rabbit, and the supposed mystic birth of the false queen of heaven.  Makes my stomach turn.  What satisfaction and glee Satan must feel watching Yeshua’s church celebrating Him in this way.

This brings to mind the Church in Thyatira.  The 4th of 7 churches that John wrote to in Revelations.  This was the church that allowed Jezebel in her mix.  Jezebel was a symbol for idolatry,  sexual immorality, and sacrifices to idols.  The real Jezebel of the Old Testament worshipped Ba’al and killed God’s prophets…and she was the Queen of Israel!!  The church at Thyatira had allowed Jezebel to infiltrate their midst with idolatry and sexual immorality, and Yeshua had some tough words for them.

I have said it before, and I will continue to say it, because it is the mission God has given me:  it is time for the Church to return to its Hebrew roots, to the tree we were grafted into, not the one we replaced.  This Sunday, forget about Easter.  Focus your praise and worship on what Yeshua did for you, as you do every year, but do it on Resurrection Sunday.

How To Clean Coal

An illustration for you today:

I was born with a piece of coal in my hand – filthy, dirty coal.   I held on to it and carried it with me everywhere I went.  Even as a babe, it was with me in my cradle, and when in my mother’s arms.  I never let it go.  As I grew, so did the coal.  Bigger and heavier and dirtier it became.  Yet I continued to carry it with me.  Never once did I consider leaving it behind or getting rid of it in any way.  It was a part of me, in a sense.

As a young teen, I wondered once what would happen if I left it at home when I walked out the door.  Out of mere curiosity I tried it.  But when my foot stepped across the threshold of my door, I found the coal was still with me.  I shrugged and went on.

The coal seemed to grow with me.  By the time I was full grown, the coal was nearly as big as I.  It weighed me down and was becoming burdensome.  It’s filth rubbed off on everything I touched.  I thought more and more of being rid of it.  One day, feeling especially labored by its presence, I determined to leave it behind.  I recalled my attempt as a youth, so decided that I would lock the coal inside a closet in the house, and lock the house door behind me.  Alas, when I turned to leave, I discovered the coal still clung to me.  I heaved it higher on my back, and went on my way.

Years went by.  The coal stood like a bastion between myself and anyone I would have a relationship with.  I got in the way of my work, and prevented me from enjoying any part of life.  It had now grown to twice my size.  Still, I carried it.  My body could not bear the strain much longer, I knew.  The blackened dust was continually filling my lungs, leaving me coughing in fits and unable to breath.  My heart pounded in my chest from the exertion.  My muscles cramped and my joints throbbed with the pain.  Finally I drove to the edge of a cliff, the highest one I could find.  I couldn’t live like this any longer.  I had to be rid of this unbearable weight.   I turned my back to the cliff and let go of the coal.  I held my breath, straining to hear the crash as it hit the ground far below.  But it never came, and I realized with horror that the coal would not fall.  I hung my head and lumbered home, resigned to living with this burden until it would eventually over-take me, and my life would be over.

One day as I walked in the country, gasping for fresh air, back buckling under my now enormous piece of coal, I heard a voice in the distance.  “Come to me,” it said.  Something in it drew me.  I turned toward the voice and trudged on.

“Come to me, all of you who are struggling and burdened,” the voice said, and a single tear rolled down my face.  I fell to my knees and crawled on.

A third time, I heard the voice, “Come to me, all of you who are struggling and burdened, and I will give you rest.”  I collapsed at the crest of a hill, unable to move one inch more.

“Take my yolk upon you and learn from me,” the voice, who was just before me now, spoke.  But I cried, “I cannot bear anymore weight!”

Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, because I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.  For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”  

“Oh, to have your burden rather than mine,”  I wept, with my face on the ground.  “But how can I when I have never been able to rid myself of this foul mass?”

“I will deliver you, if you trust me.  It is my gift to you.  You need do nothing save give up your coal to me.  I will take it as my own,” the voice gently coaxed.

Sobbing now, and unable to believe someone would take my burden from me only to carry it himself, I asked, “But why?  Why would you do that?”

And he replied, “Because I love you.”

Slowly I pushed myself up to my hands and knees.  My head hung low.  I couldn’t understand this offer, but I couldn’t continue to live if I did not accept it.  I had not choice but to believe he would do as he said, and take the chance, a leap of faith greater than I knew I had strength for, I pushed the weight from my back, and it fell to the ground.  As I felt freedom for the first time in my life, I rose to my feet.  My body was completely renewed.  I stood tall, stretched my back and reached my arms to the sky.  I felt strength I had never known.  I inhaled deeply of the air free of soot, and opened my eyes.  There before me, suspended high above my filthy load hung a man, severely beaten, bruised and bloodied.  Large nails had been driven through his wrists and his feet and held him to this wooden cross.  A crown made of long, piercing thorns had been pressed onto his head.  Streams of blood flowed down his body and began to drip onto my coal which lay at his feet.  I was horrified that this was the man who had taken my burden, but I could not take it back.   In spite of the scene before me, my soul was being filled with unspeakable peace and even joy.  I knew that it must be from him.

I fell back to me knees, but this time looked up to the man on the cross and thanked him over and over.  Then I said, “You have taken my weight, and given me your peace and joy instead.  What can I do to repay you?”

The man replied, “Your debt cannot be repaid, however, do this for me.  In everything you do or say, do it in my name, Yeshua*, and give thanks to my father, who is God. Love Him with all your heart, soul, and mind, and love the people around you like you love yourself.  If you make this the basis for how you live, you will bring honor to me.”

I bowed my head.  “I understand,” I said, “I will honor you in this way for the rest of my life.”

I looked again at the coal heaped at Yeshua’s feet.  It was covered with his blood, except for one tiny spot.  As a fresh drop of his blood fell to cover it, Yeshua said, “It is finished.”  Then he hung his head and died.  I wept.

Soon some men came to remove his body and bury it.  I followed, not wanting to be far from him, even in death.  I mourned for this man who had taken my own burden and made it is, then covered it with his blood.  I noticed that my burden had followed him into the tomb.  It was buried with him.

I prepared to remain vigilant at his tomb for days.  Waiting for what, I did not know.  I just knew that I could not leave.  But on the third morning after his death, something strange and wonderful happened.  The large stone that stood in front of the grave was rolled away, and Yeshua walked out, alive as ever!  I ran past him into the tomb.  What I expected to find, I don’t know, for Yeshua was not there.  As I turned to go back out, I realized that my blood-covered burden was gone.  Completely vanished.

I knelt at Yeshua’s feet and praised him!  He smiled and gently placed his hand on my head, and said, “No go.  Go into all the world.  Tell everyone about what I have done for you.  I will do the same for them.  And I will always be with you.”

*Yeshua is the original Hebrew name of Jesus.

Matthew 11:28-30 (CJB – Complete Jewish Bible) –  “Come to me, all of you who are struggling and burdened, and I will give you rest.  Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, because I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.  For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”

Ephesians 2:8-9 (CJB) – For you have been delivered by grace through trusting, and even this is not your accomplishment but God’s gift.  You were not delivered by your own actions; therefore no one should boast.

1 Peter 2:24 (CJB) – He himself bore our sins in his body on the stake, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness by his wounds you were healed.

John 3:16 (CJB) –  “For God so loved the world that he gave his only and unique Son, so that everyone who trusts in him may have eternal life, instead of being utterly destroyed.”

Colossians 3:17 (CJB) – That is, everything you do or say, do in the name of the Lord Yeshua, giving thanks through him to God the Father.

Matthew 22:37-39 (NKJV) – Jesus said to him, “‘You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind.’ 38 This is the first and great commandment. 39 And the second is like it: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’”

Matthew 28:18-20 (NKJV) –  And Jesus came and spoke to them, saying, “All authority has been given to Me in heaven and on earth.  Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit,  teaching them to observe all things that I have commanded you; and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.” Amen.


Radical Cleansing

As events world wide look more and more like the prophesied end times, I am reading more and more from Christians, Gentile and Jewish alike, who are experiencing intense times of cleansing from God in their lives.  God is preparing the believers to be in His presence, face to face.

One area in particular that I am seeing conviction is idolatry.  The Spirit is revealing to many where our hearts and lives have given control to someone or something other than God.  Over the summer I began to study written works by Messianic Jewish rabbi’s and leaders.  I believe they, as members of God’s chosen race, have been given special insight into understanding the Word of God.  I have read a number of books by the late Zola Levitt, and have also recently begun a study of the Torah by Dr. K. Blad (I will link to the study at the end of this post).  I jumped into the study near the end…call me weird for not checking to see where the beginning was…but I have learned so much already.

Through this study, I am sensing the Spirit beginning the scrubbing involved with His cleansing in my life.  Where, you might ask.  Idolatry.  For me it is taking the shape of having in my possession items that are used for idol worship, or that are used to deceive one into believing that signs and wonders can belong to anyone, not God alone.  Tools used to lead astray and minimize, in our hearts and minds, the power of God All-Mighty.

I have long  believed that Satan affixes his demons to people and things through which we may unwittingly open ourselves to attack.  I remember when my oldest son was a wee babe.  We had his crib in our bedroom.  After he had gone to sleep, we would quietly watch one of our favorite television programs.  At some point the Spirit revealed to me that every night that we watched that particular program, our son would wake up screaming.  I told my husband.  We quit watching it.  And our son quit waking in terror.  We haven’t watched that show since.  This is exactly what the Spirit is re-revealing to me now, and asking for a radical sacrifice from me.

Deuteronomy 7:26 says, speaking of objects used for idol worship, “Nor shall you bring an abomination into your house, lest you be doomed to destruction like it.  You shall utterly detest it and utterly abhor it, for it is an accursed thing.”  This is something to take very seriously.  The very first command God gave to the Israelites is:  “You shall have no other gods before Me.  You shall not make for yourself a carved image–any likeness of anything that  is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth; you shall not bow down to them nor serve them.  For I, the LORD your God, am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children to the third and fourth generations of those who hate Me, but showing mercy to thousands, to those who love Me and keep My commandments.”  (Exodus 20:3-6).

If I have something in my house that can in any way be used for, whether by me, or by Satan to attack or deceive me, it is not only an abomination to God, but a thing that will bring curse and punishment on me and my children!  When I first read Deuteronomy 7, I began to pray that God would reveal to me anything in my home that He knew fell into this category.  You know what He immediately put in my mind?  My beloved Harry Potter series.  I have the whole DVD set…and the books downloaded on my kindle.  I resolved then and there to approach my husband, and then our children with this teaching, and then have a DVD burning.  But I put it off.  I kept thinking, even if my husband agrees, how are we going to convince the kids to give up Harry Potter forever?  Then a number of my favorite scenes from the movies flashed through my mind, and I thought, “God, is this really what you want me to do?  They are just innocent movies.  We know that You are God, and that the stuff in these movies is make believe.  Surely that is enough, isn’t it?”

Not long after, I was scoping out Facebook.  A friend had recently begun to read the Harry Potter series.  She posted that the books were triggering her night terrors so she was going to have to stop reading them.  Again, I felt completely convicted, and determined to rid our home of these items that offend my God.  And again, I avoided it long enough to convince myself that I was misunderstanding the Spirit’s leading.

This morning I read Deuteronomy chapter 13.  In it God tells how to deal with false prophets or dreamers who give signs and wonders, and use them to entice you to worship other gods.  They were to be stoned.  If an entire city was led astray to worship false gods, every living inhabitant, including the livestock, was to be killed with the sword.  The plunder from the city was to be gathered in a heap and burned so that “none of the accursed things shall remain in your hand, that the LORD may turn from the fierceness of His anger and show you mercy….”  Again I feel the conviction of the Holy Spirit to rid my home of these DVDs…and anything else that can be associated in any way with idol worship.  This includes santa claus decorations, halloween items, even Easter bunnies and eggs.  (Did you know that the word Easter was taken from the Babylonian goddess of fertility, Ishtar, and that the egg and the rabbit are objects of fertility used in worship?  Jesus rose to life on the Jewish feast of the First Fruits, which celebrates the fertility of the land God gave them, and also is prophetic in that Jesus was the first fruits when He was raised from the dead, and the dead in Christ and believers who will rise to meet Him in the sky at the rapture will be the 2nd and 3rd fruits.)

I have already admitted to witnessing firsthand how Satan can use something as seemingly innocent as a television program to deceive and attack, so what is holding me back?  It boils down to this:  Do I love God more than Harry Potter?  Am I willing to make this sacrifice in order to be obedient to Him?  As I look to the future, and consider the, possibly very soon, return of Christ, am I not willing to live the rest of my days here without seeing another Harry Potter movie or reading another Harry Potter book so that my soul can be ready to meet Jesus in the sky without shame?

What about you?  What are the idols you have stored in your closets or displayed on your shelves?  I encourage you to pray that God will reveal them to you…and give you the courage and determination to be obedient in destroying them.  Time for radical cleansing in the Church!


Have you noticed what I have noticed? Easter is over. The build up, the celebration, the ham dinner and Easter egg hunt. Its over…until next year, when we will do it all again.

I must say, one of the best parts about the day was waking my boys up with the announcement that “He is risen!” The only communication I had with my husband that morning was a text! But it was, “He is risen!” “He is risen indeed!” (Long story:-) And how many times did I shake someone’s hand at church with the same greeting? Many! It was so exciting! Exhilerating! To be celebrating the resurrection of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ! We rejoiced in the victory He had over death, and sin. He beat the cross that took Him down, and stood triumphantly outside the tomb, breathing in deep breaths of fresh, spring morning air. Jesus had come back to life!!!

And then…Monday. Life was back to normal. The celebration was over. Work and school were starting back up. The hum-drum of daily life. It sucked the joy right out of me! You could almost hear the high-powered vacuum! And I thought, “Why? Why should my joy only last for a day? Today should be a new beginning to a new year…a year in which I celebrate each and every day the joy of worshiping a risen Lord.”

That was when I realized that MY new year isn’t January 1st, and all those ridiculous New Years resolutions to lose weight, or do more things to please myself. It isn’t even the first day of school in the fall (when I traditionally wish my fellow teachers a happy new year:-). MY new year begins each year on Easter Sunday. It is the reason for my joy. Easter Sunday is the day I celebrate the new life I have in Christ, and the day that I am reminded that every day afterward belongs to Jesus. Easter Sunday is the starting point. It is the basis on which I live every other day that God gives me. Because I have Easter, I have meaning. Why wouldn’t the Christian mark his calendar for New Year’s Day on Easter? From now on, that is how mine will be. So even though this is a bit late…Happy New Year! For He is risen! He is risen indeed!!!!!

Oh. And my relolution? Only to live every day serving my risen Savior!

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