Meaning and Purpose of Life
What I hope to address is the meaning and purpose of Life, the character and process of Love, and the message that our Heavenly Father has given to us about what He expects of us in order to please Him.
If I may, let me first tell you a little about myself, so that you might understand what I'm saying, in the light of my life's experiences. I was born into a home where my mother was raised Catholic, my father was raised Presbyterian and I was raised … by mid-American TV evangelism. I remember, as a child, in my innocence and naiveté, setting up a make-shift altar at the foot of the TV, using some pillows and a brass fruit bowl off the kitchen counter. As I look back upon that scene, I now see how the ancient Israelites had the child-like desire to create an idol, impatiently waiting for Moses to come down from the mountain. In this case, I bowed down to the god of the TV – which had become my deity, my source of comfort, understanding and wisdom. It preached the wisdom of the world, and today, our TV is disconnected from the air waves.
I was never taken to church by my parents; however, a Baptist neighbor, inquiring of my mother about our family's Life, Love and Pleasing the Creator church affiliation, discovered that my sister and I had never been to church, and she volunteered to take us to her place of worship. My parents consented, and that is where I first had the opportunity to make a place in my heart for the Savior. Later, as a young teenager, returning to that neighbor's church to seek a connection to the Creator, I had what I would call my first 'manifestation of the Holy Spirit.' I felt, and visualized, the hand of the Creator coming down from heaven and enveloping me in His gentle grasp. I had been 'called.' Amazingly, though, when 'answered the call' to 'come down' to the altar at the end of the service,
I was ushered into the pastor's office to answer the question, 'Do you want to be baptized?' I answered, 'No,' not fully understanding the connection between that fresh spiritual experience and the formality of baptism. Having given that answer, I was then ushered through another door out of the pastor's office – and into the parking lot! I had been rejected as effectively as if I had been flushed down the toilet. At least, that's what I thought in response, as I stood there wondering what just happened.
From that point, my confusion led me to various attempts to discover truth, including submersion (not immersion) into Transcendental Meditation and the philosophical teachings of the Maharaji Mahesh Yogi, dedication of myself to Mormonism, then rebellion to Mormonism into Agnosticism, diversion to drugs and country rock music, acquiescence to conventional Protestantism, and then seduction into 'Signs and Wonders Pentecostalism'.
Lastly, I think the Creator took pity on my soul, and spoke to me directly (not auditorily), while writing 3 words on my heart. As I sat in a pew, after a Sunday service which was, as I recall, directed at the value of grace over works, these 3 words transformed me into a new being. There were no fireworks; and, no volcanoes erupted that morning; there were no horns blasting, and I had no compulsion to 'go out on the street corner to preach the good news.' I simply had a profound sense of peace, a gentle assurance of a deep change within me. The three words were, 'Honor My Sabbath.' There was no question in my mind that I was being called to set the 7th day, the Sabbath of Yahweh, aside to read Scripture, pray and sing. And, that's all I did. In doing so, I received an inordinate amount of energy; I became maniacally obsessed with reading the Word. The first Scripture 'given' to me was Romans 3:4 – 'Let Yahweh be true and every man a liar.' That's what the text said; but I knew that, for me, it meant that I should set in abeyance everything ever preached to me and, instead, read the Scripture for myself, for what it actually says.
What I discovered unsettled me, for what I read did NOT correspond with what was being preached from the pulpit! And, I spent months meeting with the pastor in an effort to reconcile these differences. But, I could not be reconciled, and the last words this pastor spoke to me was this, 'Don't read the Old Testament; it's only good for a few stories!' In that moment, I knew that I could not go back to my former complacency, sitting in the pew, listening to words that contradicted THE Word.
I found myself again, 'out in the parking lot,' so to speak; except, this time, I had been CALLED OUT of Christianity, since being PUSHED out apparently didn't take. I wonder if those who ushered me out of the church were working to do Yahweh's will? Was I too blind to see His hand in this matter? One day, maybe I'll find out.
I had severed the umbilical cord to tradition, denomination, dogma – and to the institution of Christianity itself. At the same time, though, I was given a deeper testimony of the One who took the stripes for me, bled and sacrificed His life so that I might have life, and have it more abundantly. I was dragged out of religion, and my eyes were opened to the light of the truth contained in the Bible. This experience was, for me, as if a veil had been lifted from my face – I could see clearer now; though, be advised, I know that I am NOT the holder of the truth. I instruct you who are reading these words to follow the admonition of Paul, 'Let Yahweh be true, and every man a liar.' You are to consider me to be a liar – not as a means of condemnation, but for the purpose of seeking out the truth for yourselves. I know that 'a man convinced against his will is of the same opinion still.' Don't believe ME! Believe the Word of the Creator. Read the Book for yourself and see if the words contained in it speak to you. I suggest that you set aside, as I was led to do, the notion that 'the man behind the pulpit knows MUCH more than I; after all, he went to school to learn all this stuff. Who am *I* to contradict what a minister preaches?'
People, we are admonished to 'work out our OWN salvation – with fear and trembling,' Philippians 2:12. Do not rely on me or anyone else forthe truth. Take the veil from off your face and seek the Spirit of the Creator for the truth. Seek the Heavenly Father, whose name is Yahweh.
And, with that last bit of knowledge, let me begin to describe to you what I have discovered, or more accurately, let me teach you what the Holy Spirit has given to me.
I must tell you an astonishing story of how my wife and I came to know the Sacred Names of our Heavenly Father, Yahweh, and His Anointed Son, Yahshua. It is astonishing for two reasons:
1) An acquaintance of my wife came into our lives, having an abiding and enduring strength of testimony of the truths contained within the Old and New Testaments. She did not know about this revelation of mine, and the first time she came over to our house, to go for a walk with my wife, she saw me sitting at the table, reading the Bible. She was struck with the sight of someone actually reading the Bible. She enquired about my study, and I spoke to her about my call to honor the Sabbath. Her eyes bugged out and, for the next 6 hours, she, my wife and I shared about our experiences and Scriptural understandings. She had studied the Bible for years and had an amazing ability to quote and teach the truths contained in the Word. She introduced us to some amazing facts contained in Scripture, including the Name of the Creator and the Name of His Son.
Who has ascended into heaven and descended? Who has gathered the wind in His fists? Who has wrapped the waters in His garment? Who has established all the ends of the earth? What is His name and what is the name of His Son? Surely you know! (Proverbs 30:4)
Yet, now, she has abandoned these truths and seriously doubts the legitimacy of the entire Bible, including the redeeming work of salvation suffered by our Savior. She is, for all intents and purposes, lost. I pray for her return to faith in the Creator. I don't know if it was a blessing or a curse that, when the opportunity to be baptized in the name of Yahshua came, she relented to do so. For me, if there was ever a picture of someone who had extinguished the Holy Spirit within them, this was it. That's not to condemn her; clearly, I have no right to do that; but her story only serves me as a possibility of what the only unforgivable sin might look like.
2) Secondly, I have no knowledge of this woman having an impact on anyone else's life that had any resemblance to the impact she had on my life and on that of my wife. It was as if she had been raised up for one purpose - to bring light to me and my wife. I know that sounds terribly self-serving and grandiose; however, I have witnessed her speaking to others what she shared with us, and I can absolutely say that I have no evidence that anyone ever accepted her words of wisdom. All whom she spoke to rejected her teaching. Once, while simply READING the Scripture to someone, that person stood up and yelled, 'The Bible does NOT say that!!' Wow. How powerful is the influence of false teachings over the very words of Scripture?! After she, herself, fell away, she tried to convince us of the error of faith in the words of the Bible. Sadly, for her, she again found rejection of her teaching and we remained faithful to Yahweh's Word.
I have much to share with you; and, normally, an instructor might take his time introducing new ideas so that he doesn't overwhelm his audience. Even so, I'm going to risk giving you the whole ball of wax in a briefly-worded list of truths I have discovered pertaining to the names of the Father and Son, the Bible, the plan of salvation, and so on.