One decade of faith. Do you believe in miracles?

--The Little Miracle in The MG--

“Dad! God does things, specific for that person, to get their attention!”

In the picture you see an avowed atheist leaning against his god.

 

     I really dislike the person that you see in the picture! Abusive, Arrogant, Argumentative, Haughty, two packs of cigarette per day! At that time I was a risk taker, addicted to adrenaline; the excitement of taking business risks and driving fast small sports cars…and the car? A 1972 MGB/GT. I spent 16 years completely tearing it down and rebuilding it. Once finished, it was my only option for business transportation. Little did I know at the time when this picture was taken (02/02/2005), that by August 2005, YAH was going to completely tear me down and rebuild me.

 

     In the picture you see winter 2005. By summer 2005, that risk taker was worn out as his entire world was crashing down. By August 2005, that man in the picture was financially, emotionally, physically, spiritually at the bottom of his barrel. The final blow was when the brand new clutch just installed in the MG totally malfunctioned. You could drive it, as long as changing gears was not necessary.

 

     In 1999 that man stood up in the middle of a Lutheran service saying to himself: “There is no god and I don’t believe in this church.” He walked out and never went back. From 1999 to 2005 the atheist’s downhill slide into the pit of darkness was breath-taking!

 

     Jessica, by now (2005) being Born Again at Times Square Church, New York City; would come home and witness to me. For years she endured my rejections. Then it happened!

 

     That man was holding on by a thread and it finally broke. The clutch let go and there was no transportation to meet an appointment schedule. All of the gods; money, mansion, cars, were threatened. That MG HAD to get back on the road. In the meantime an alternate vehicle had to be repaired and driven so that the MG could be disassembled to repair the clutch.

 

     Jessica was there helping me that Saturday, August 6. The decision was to do a quick fix on another vehicle so the MG could be worked on, which would require five days. We took the MG, in first gear only, to the parts store a mile away. When I came back after buying the part, I looked at Jessica and in total fear said: “Jessica I have to get that car back on the road.” She said: “Just pray.” I remember her praying.

 

     When I started the MG, a shock went through me. Having piloted gliders, single engine aircraft and driven very fast sports cars, one becomes “in tune” with the machine. Sounds and vibrations communicate what the machine is doing.

 

     The moment I turned the key, all the sounds and vibrations of a malfunctioning clutch were GONE! Not possible, was the thought that went through my head. Not possible! Just the same, I drove away and shifted from first to second gear. Smooth as silk! Then third, then forth. All smooth. That’s not possible! I know this MG like of the back of my hand. That clutch is going to require five days and completely removing the engine to repair the clutch. I brought the car to a stop and drove up through all four gears again. Smooth as silk. I did the same twice more. The same.

 

As we sat on the side of the road, dumbfounded I look over at Jessica and said:

“Jessica, God answered your prayer!”

 

She then said:

“No, God answered your prayer.”

“God does little things that are specific for that person to get their attention!”

 

Shaking, I replied:

“Well HE got my attention with that.”

 

Quite frankly I was shaking with fear at the thought of God answering my desperate little prayer!

 

     That day, 6 August 2005, I was Born Anew! By that “Little Miracle in The MG” YAH answered my cry and showed me that HE is real. The next day, 7 August, my birthday, Jessica and I went to a little Church together for the first time in six years. She had endured to see her prayer answered also. I did not know it but Jessica’s group in New York City had been praying six years for me!

 

“The Little Miracle In The MG”

“God does little things that are specific for that person to get their attention!”

Praise YAH, by the grace of Y’shua the person of today is not the person of the picture!

This is just the beginning of the story!

PRAISE HIS HOLY NAME!

Chronicles 28: (CJB)

9. As for you, Shlomo my son, know the Elohim of your father. Serve him wholeheartedly and with desire in your being; for YAHWEH searches all hearts and understands all the inclinations of people’s thoughts. If you seek HIM, he will let himself be found by you; but if you abandon him, he will reject you forever.

GO! I’ll Take Care of It!

 

  I was startled out of my revere by a deep booming voice pronouncing, “Go, I’ll take care of it!

 

     Last week I wrote about The Little Miracle in the MG, which occurred on Saturday, 6 August 2005, and changed me instantly from atheist to believer. The very next day my daughter and I attended Sunday services at a non-denominational church. I continued attending there for two years. September 10, 2007, a Monday, my daughter called. I was busy but stopped cold when she asked: “Dad are we Jewish?” There seemed to be four answers to that question. 1. Lutheran theology. 2. The longing of my heart 3. Resignation of reality 4. The answer is unclear. All of my life since Germany, I just wanted to be who I am. Jewish. But Jewish and Christian were mutually exclusive. As my Father would say to me somewhere in 2008, parroting Lutheran Theology, “You are a Jew or a Christian, make up your mind!” I was not going to renounce the Messiah, so I stayed in the confusing never-never land of –we are Jewish, but we are not, oh, and it’s a taboo subject--. After running all the possible answers through my brain, my answer was: “No, we are Christian.” With that the conversation ended and the phone call was done. Back to business! Tuesday, again she called. Same question. Same answer. Wednesday, again. Thursday, again. Friday again. This time I was irritated. She interrupted my expression of irritation with, “But Dad there are Jews here in New York City called Chosen People who believe in ‘Jesus’! Lightening went through me from head to foot. Literally a jolt as if a large bolt of electricity went through me. The next day, Shabbat Shuvah, 15 September 2007, I was on the train into New York City and attended my first ever Shabbat service at Chosen People, 2 West 64th Street, New York City.

 

     Three weeks later, having found a Messianic Jewish Congregation, I was looking forward to attending 6 October 2007. It was an hour away, but being used to travel, no problem. The real problem was a malfunctioning computer on Friday, 6 October. All day I worked and it just kept getting worse. At 10:00 p.m. I shut it down, but was back at it the next morning at 5:00 am. Finally at 9:00 a.m. I gave up. Business disaster! I would have to miss Shabbat in favor of getting the office computer back on line which would take four days. I was facing a format of the drive, dumping the back-up on and getting all the programs reinstalled. I started the format of the drive and walked to the rear of my house to the bathroom. As I was washing my hands and looking absentmindedly into the mirror I heard a huge booming voice, coming from…everywhere!  “Go!!! I’ll take care of it.”

 

     Remembering my own face in the mirror makes me chuckle! Confusion, fear, wonder all crossed my face. Finally I said out loud. “Go? Go where? Take care of what?” Finally, in total shock, I yelled at the top of my lungs: “Who’s talking to me?!” I burst out of the bathroom and looked through the entire first floor. No one! As the adrenaline drained, I shrugged my shoulders and went back to work. The first look at the computer showed that the command that I had entered was not executing, so I shut the system down and restarted. Then a very strange thing. The computer was working just fine. I went program to program and all was well. I looked at the screen perplexed and at that very second I remembered what I had heard. “Go! I will take care of it!” It was 9:15 and barely enough time to get dressed. But I made it to the the Messianic Jewish Synagogue early.

From Age 8 to Age 11 | A Recurring Dream

Something Like a Mist Would Fall Clouding Vision---Then Absolute Disappointment, The Chaos.

 

     From the age of 8 until the age of 11 I experienced a recurring dream at least once a month. In the dream I am in a room and hear a language that I do not understand, but it gives me great joy. That’s it! A room. Lots of people. A language I don’t understand. Pure Joy. Very emotional. Pure Joy! Then somewhere around the age of 11 it stopped, but the effects stayed with me all my life. From Germany as a small child to many places in America I would be in a room and hear a language that I did not understand; German, Russian, French, Spanish.  I would hear on my left and then a mist would fall so I could not see, and then on the right the sound of the dream would be heard. It was always infuriating because nothing would match and chaos would result! I would always find it most upsetting!

…….Back to the Messianic Jewish Synagogue------

 

     The service was deeply moving and the music (!) such as I have never heard. Being deeply moved I stood during most of the service. Then it happened. On my left side were the beautiful new sounds of Hebrew music; on my right side was the beautiful sounds of the dream. The mist fell so I could not see and I expected the chaos as usual, but no! There was a melding as if left and right merged into a whole. They sound the same! Wait a minute. They ARE the same. That’s beautiful Hebrew being sung live on left side and the beautiful sound of Hebrew music of my dream from 50 years ago! They MATCH! I stood there in tears realizing that a dream that dogged me for 50 years was being fulfilled live as I stood there. The only thing that I could say over and over after the service was:

 

I’m finally Home!

“OK Lord, I Give Up!

I’ll go anywhere YOU send me.

I’ll do anything YOU tell me to do.”

 

     On that 16 September 2007, when I returned from New York City and Chosen People; I stood in my kitchen and raising my hand in prayer, said the above three line prayer. The last time I did anything like that was September 1969, when I stood outdoors on a hill with 23 other guys at the University of Connecticut, Storrs, Connecticut. With raised hand we took the ROTC oath of office to protect and defend the Constitution of the US with our LIVES.

 

     My faith before 15 September 2007 was sometimes empty words with on/off commitment. On that Sunday 9/16/07 afternoon I stood and pledged myself to YAH, totally with my life. For all of my life my faith in YAH was based on confusion and confusing Lutheran theology. Finally I was home. A Jew claiming Y’shua and staying a Jew! My Elohim came and got me, wiping away the tears of a lifetime. I claim Deuteronomy 30:4 "If ONE of yours was scattered to the far end of the sky, Adonai your God will gather you even from there; he will go there and get you."