Rabbi Zev Porat: Who Can Fight The Beast?

 

The enemy of the souls of mankind knows better than
anyone else that he is running out of time.

Messianic Rabbi Zev Porat explains
 that as more souls are saved for Christ
in these last of the last days,
 attacks of spiritual wickedness will increase.

Who Can Fight The Beast?

Rabbi Zev Porat Preaches

Messiahofisrael

April 27, 2021

Classic Zola Levitt: Thy Kingdom Come Part 2

 

Beloved Bible teacher Zola Levitt (1938-2006)
founder of Zola Levitt Ministries, teaches on the
future glory of believers.

Thy Kingdom Come Part Two: The Rapture

Zola Levitt Presents/Our Jewish Roots

(Originally aired in 2001)

Happy Arbor Day 2021

 

"I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree."
-Joyce Kilmer

 The celebration of Arbor Day can be attributed to a man named 
Julius Sterling Morton, whose dream it was to plant all 
  kinds of trees across the Nebraska landscape.

In fact, when the first Arbor Day occurred there on April 10, 1872
it was estimated that nearly one million trees were planted!

By the year 1885, Arbor Day had become a legal holiday in Nebraska.
The date was later to April 22 to honor Morton's birthday.

Today Arbor Day is observed in most states on the
last Friday of the month of April.

El Elyon: God Most High

 

"And Melchizedek blessed Abram and said,

Blessed, joyful, favored be Abram by

El Elyon, God Most High, 

Creator and Possessor 

of heaven and earth;

Melchizedek Blessing Abraham

Ludwig Glotzle

(1847-1929)

German painter

And blessed, praised, and glorified be

El Elyon, God Most High,

Who has given your enemies

 into your hand.

And Abram gave him, Melchizedek,

 a tenth of all the treasure

he had taken in battle."

Genesis 14:19-20

Classic Zola Levitt Teaching: Thy Kingdom Come Part 1

 

Beloved Bible teacher Zola Levitt (1938-2006) founder
of Zola Levitt Ministries, teaches on the future glory of believers.

Thy Kingdom Come/Part One: The Overview

Zola Levitt Presents/Our Jewish Roots

Original airing date: September 2, 2001

As Comes The Breath Of Spring

 

"O Lord be gracious to us; we have waited
expectantly for You. Be the arm of Your servants-
their strength and defense every morning,
our salvation in the time of trouble."
Isaiah 33:2

So Many Lilacs In Bloom
Photograph courtesy Eunice Miller

As comes the breath of spring,

With light, and mirth, and song,

So does God's Spirit bring

New days-brave, free, and strong.

He comes with thrill of life,

To chase hence winter's breath,

To turn to peace the strife

Of sin that ends in death.

He comes like dawning day,

With flaming truth and joy,

To chase all gloom away,

To brace our wills to prove

How wise, how good to choose

The truth and its brave fight;

To prize it, win or lose,

And live in God's delight.

He comes like songs at morn,

Flooding the earth with joy,

Till men of Him newborn

New strength in praise employ.

He comes to rouse the heart

From moping and despair;

Through high hope to impart

Life with an ampler air.

He breathes, and there is health,

He moves, and there is power,

He whispers, there is wealth

Of love, His richest dower.

His presence is to men

Like summer in the soul;

His joy shines forth, and then

Life blossoms to its goal.

Amen

"As Comes The Breath Of Spring"

David Lake Ritchie

20th century hymn writer

Full Pink Super Moon Tonight

 

Tonight's Full Pink Super Moon will reach peak illumination
at 11:33 pm EST according to the folks at the Old Farmer's Almanac.
The best viewing time of this extra large and lovely spring moon  
will be just as Luna rises above the eastern horizon
 where she'll appear golden in color.
   Hope the moon is visible where you're at!

Full Pink Super Moon 2021
Picture Courtesy of Prevention.com

Above the tower a lone, twice-sized moon.

On the cold river passing night-filled homes.

It scatters restless gold across the waves.

On mats it shines richer than silken gauze.

Empty peaks, silence: among sparse stars,

Not yet flawed, it drifts. Pine and cinnamon

Spreading in my old garden...All light,

All ten thousand miles at once in it's light.

"Full Moon"
Du Fu
(712-770)
Chinese poet

Fourth Sunday Meditation: Love Divine, All Loves Excelling

 

Love divine, all loves excelling,

Joy of heaven, to earth come down;

Fix in us Thy humble dwelling,

All Thy faithful mercies crown!

Seeds Of Kindness

Yongsung Kim

Korean artist

Jesus, Thou art all compassion,

Pure, unbounded love Thou art;

Visit us with Thy salvation,

Enter every trembling heart.

Breathe, O breathe Thy loving Spirit

Into every troubled breast!

Let us all in Thee inherit,

Let us find the promised rest;

Take away our bent to sinning;

Alpha and Omega be;

End of faith, as its beginning,

Set our hearts at liberty.

Come Almighty to deliver,

Let us all Thy grace receive;

Suddenly return, and never,

Nevermore Thy temples leave.

Thee we would be always a blessing,

Serve Thee as Thy hosts above,

Pray, and praise Thee without ceasing,

Glory in Thy perfect love.

Finish, then, Thy new creation;

Pure and spotless let us be;

Let us see Thy great salvation

Perfectly restored in Thee:

Change from glory into glory,

Till in heaven we take our place,

Till we cast our crowns before Thee,

Lost in wonder, love, and praise.

Amen

"Love Divine, All Loves Excelling"
(1747)
Charles Wesley
(1707-1788)
English clergyman and hymn writer,
who with his brother, John, founded the movement
 which became the Methodist denomination.

Lo, The Earth Is Risen Again

 

"He has made everything beautiful in its time.
He also has planted eternity in men's hearts and minds,
a divinely implanted sense of purpose working through
the ages which nothing under the sun but God alone can satisfy,
yet so that men cannot find out what God has done from
the beginning to the end."
Ecclesiastes 3:11

Lo, the earth is risen again

From the winter's bond and pain!

Bring we leaf and flower and spray

To adorn our holiday!

Once again the word comes true,

Lo, He maketh all things new!

Now the dark, cold days are o'er,

Light and gladness are before.

How our hearts leap with spring!

How our spirits soar and sing!

Light is victor over gloom,

Life triumphant o'er the tomb.

Change, then, mourning into praise,

And, for dirges, anthems raise!

All our fears and griefs shall be

Lost in immortality.

"Lo, The Earth Is Risen Again"
Samuel Longfellow
(1819-1892)
New England clergyman, hymn writer,
and younger brother of  American poet
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

JBS: From Democracy to Socialism to Marxism

 

America is a Constitutional Republic, not a Democracy!

From Democracy To Socialism To Marxism

The John Birch Society

April 22, 2021

Faith Foundations #36: Why Did Luke Write His Gospel?

 

Dr. Todd Baker answers the question,

"Why did Luke write his Gospel?"

Why Did Luke Write His Gospel?
Faith Foundations
April 22, 2021

In Time Of Silver Rain

 

In time of silver rain

The earth puts forth new life again,

Green grasses grow

And flowers lift their heads,

And over all the plain

The wonder spreads

Of Life, 

Of Life,

Of life!

In time of silver rain

The butterflies lift silken wings

To catch a rainbow cry,

And trees put forth new leaves to sing

In joy beneath the sky

As down the roadway

Passing boys and girls

Go singing, too,

In time of silver rain When spring

And life

Are new.

"In Time Of Silver Rain"
Langston Hughes
(1902-1967)
American poet, playwright,
and novelist

Happy Earth Day 2021

   

"O worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness;
tremble before and reverently fear Him, all earth.

Let the heavens be glad, and let the earth rejoice;
let the sea roar, and all things which fill it;

Let the field be exultant, and all that is in it!
Then shall all the trees of the wood sing for joy.

Before the Lord, for He comes, for He comes to judge and
 govern the earth!  He shall judge the world with righteousness
and justice and the peoples with His faithfulness and truth.

Psalm 96: 9, 11, 12, 13

Indian Blanket 
(Gaillardia Pulchella)

Oklahoma State Wildflower

Wednesday's Word: Resolution And Independence

 

There was a roaring in the wind all night;

The rain came heavily and fell in floods;

But now the sun is rising calm and bright;

The birds are singing in the distant woods;

Over his own sweet voice the Stock-dove broods;

The Jay makes answer as the Magpie chatters;

And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters.

Springtime on the North Yorkshire Moors
Courtesy/Dreamtime.com

All things that love the sun are out of doors;

The sky rejoices in the morning's birth;

The grass is bright with rain-drops;-on the moors

The hare is running races in her mirth;

And with her feet she from the plashy earth

Raises a mist, that, glittering in the sun,

Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run.

I was a Traveller then upon the moor;

I saw a hare that raced about with joy;

I heard the woods and distant waters roar;

Or heard them not, as happy as a boy:

The pleasant season did my heart employ:

My old remembrances went from me wholly;

And all the ways of men, so vain and melancholy.

But, as it sometimes chanceth, from the might

Of joys in minds that can no further go,

As high as we have mounted in delight

In our dejection do we sink as low;

To me that morning did it happen so;

And fears and fancies thick upon me came;

Dim sadness-and blind thoughts,
I knew not, nor could name.

I heard the sky-lark warbling in the sky;

And I bethought me of the playful hare:

Even such a happy Child of earth am I;

Even as these blissful creatures do I fare;

Far from the world I walk, and from all care:

But there may come another day to me-

Solitude, pain of heart, distress, and poverty.

My whole life I have lived in pleasant thought,

As if life's business were a summer mood;

As if all needful things would come unsought

To genial faith, still rich in genial good;

But how can He expect that others should

Build for him, sow for him, and at his call,

Love him, who for himself, will take no heed at all?

I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy,

The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride;

Of Him who walked in glory and in joy,

Following his plough along the mountain-side:

By our own spirits are we deified:

We Poets in our youth begin in gladness;

But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.

Now, whether it were by peculiar grace,

A leading from above, a something given,

Yet it befell that, in this lonely place,

When I with these untoward thoughts had striven,

Beside a pool bare to the eye of heaven

I saw a Man before me unawares:

The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs.

As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie

Couched on the bald top of an eminence;

Wonder to all who do the same espy,

By what means it could thither come, and whence;

So that it seems a thing endued with sense:

Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf

Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself;

Such seemed this Man, not all alive nor dead,

Nor all asleep-in his extreme old age:

His body was bent double, feet and head

Coming together in life's pilgrimage;

As if some dire constraint of pain, or rage

Of sickness felt by him in times long past,

A more than human weight upon his frame had cast.

Himself he propped, limbs, body, and pale face,

Upon a long grey staff of shaven wood:

And, still as I drew near with gentle pace,

Upon the margin of that moorish flood

Motionless as a cloud the old Man stood,

That heareth not the loud winds when they call,

And moveth all together, if it move at all.

At length, himself unsettling, he the pond

Stirred with his staff, and fixedly did look

Upon the muddy water, which he conned,

As if he had been reading in a book:

And now a stranger's privilege I took;

And, drawing to his side, to him did say,

"This morning gives us promise of a glorious day."

A gentle answer did the old Man make,

In courteous speech which forth he slowly drew:

And him with further words I thus bespake,

"What occupation do you there pursue?"

This is a lonesome place for one like you."

Ere he replied, a flash of mild surprise

Broke from the sable orbs of his yet-vivid eyes.

His words came feebly, from a feeble chest,

But each in solemn order followed each,

With something of a lofty utterance drest-

Choice word and measured phrase, above the reach

Of ordinary men; a stately speech;

Such as grave Livers do in Scotland use,

Religious men, who give to God and man their dues.

He told, that to these waters he had come,

To gather leeches, being old and poor:

Employment hazardous and wearisome!

And he had many hardships to endure:

From pond to pond he roamed, from moor to moor;

Housing, with God's good help, by choice or chance;

And in this way he gained an honest maintenance.

The old Man still stood talking by my side;

But now his voice to me was like a stream

Scarce heard; nor word from word could I divide;

And the whole body of the Man did seem

Like one whom I had met with in a dream:

Or like a man from some far region sent,

To give me human strength, by apt admonishment.

My former thoughts returned: the fear that kills;

And hope that is unwilling to be fed;

Cold, pain, and labour, and all fleshly ills;

And mighty Poets in their misery dead.

-Perplexed, and longing to be comforted,

My question eagerly did I renew,

"How is it that you live, and what is it you do?"

He with a smile did then his words repeat;

And said that, gathering leeches, far and wide

He travelled; stirring thus about his feet

The waters of the pools where they abide.

"Once I could meet with them on every side;

But they have dwindled long by slow decay;

Yet still I persevere, and find them where I may."

While he was talking thus, the lonely place,

The old Man's shape and speech-all troubled me:

In my mind's eye I seemed to see him pace

About the weary moors continually,

Wandering about alone and silently.

While I these thoughts within myself pursued,

He, having made a pause, the same discourse renewed.

And soon with this he other matter blended,

Cheerfully uttered, with demeanour kind,

But stately in the main; and when he ended,

I could have laughed myself to scorn to find

In that decrepit Man so firm a mind.

"God," said I, "be my help and stay secure;

I'll think of the Leech-gatherer on the lonely moor!"

"Resolution And Independence"
Williams Wordsworth
(1770-1850)
English Romantic Poet

The Bearded Bible Brothers Talk About Sin

 

"Sin is falling short of God's standard for living.
Everyone has knowledge of good and evil because of "sin nature".
Sin leads to death. God loves us and doesn't want to see us continue in sin"
-Our Jewish Roots

Joshua And Caleb Talk About Sin

Our Jewish Roots

April 20, 2021

Monday Meditation: From The Wells Of Salvation

 

Therefore with joy will you draw water from the wells of Salvation.
Isaiah 12:3

Spring Forth

(2016)

Nellie Ann Holmes
Prophetic art

ISAIAH
CHAPTER 12

"And in that day you will say, I will give thanks to You, O Lord;
for though You were angry with me, Your anger has turned away,
and You comfort me.

Behold, God, my salvation! I will trust and not be afraid, for the
Lord God is my Strength and Song; yes, He has become my Salvation.

Therefore with joy will you draw water from the wells of Salvation.

And in that day you will say, Give thanks to the Lord, call upon
His name and by means of His name in solemn entreaty; declare and
make known His deeds among the peoples of the earth, proclaim that
His name is exalted!

Sing praises to the Lord, for He has done excellent things gloriously;
let this be made known to all the earth.

Cry aloud and shout joyfully, you women and inhabitants of Zion,
for great in your midst is the Holy One of Israel.

The painting "Spring Forth" was created by artist Nellie Ann Holmes 
 during a church conference with a specific word for City Church
in Madison Wisconsin.  In her painting, the artist demonstrates
the ways that the Gospel will be spread and shared across
the city. Pouring out from the church and reaching both
far and near with the life giving truth of Jesus Christ.
For more of Nellie's beautiful and inspiring paintings
 check out her website at: nellieannholmes.com

Soldiers Of The Cross, Arise!

 

"And Moses built an altar and called the name of it,
   The Lord My Banner.
And he said, Because theirs is a hand against the
throne of the Lord, the Lord will have war with
Amalek from generation to generation.
Exodus 17:15-16

"And it shall be in that day that the Root of Jesse
shall stand as a signal for the peoples; of Him shall
the nations inquire and seek knowledge, and
His dwelling shall be glory!"
Isaiah 11:10

"The Lord of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob
is our Refuge, our High Tower and Stronghold. Selah!
Psalm 46:11

Soldiers of the cross, arise!

Gird you with your armor bright!

Mighty are your enemies,

Hard the battle ye must fight.

O'er a faithless, fallen world,

Raise your banner in the sky!

Let it float there wide unfurled!

Bear it onward! Lift it high!

Mid the homes of want and woe,

Strangers to the Living Word,

Let the Savior's herald go!

Let the Voice of hope be heard!

Where the shadows deepest lie,

Carry truth's unsullied ray!

Where are crimes of blackest dye,

There the saving sign display!

To the weary and the worn

Tell of realms where sorrows cease!

To the outcast and forlorn

Speak of mercy and of peace!

Guard the helpless! Seek the strayed!

Comfort troubles, Banish grief!

In the might of God arrayed,

Scatter sin and unbelief!

Be the banner still unfurled,

Still unsheathed the Spirit's sword,

Till the kingdoms of the world

Are the kingdom of the Lord!

Soldiers Of The Cross, Arise!
(1863)
William Walsham How
(1823-1897)
Anglican clergyman and hymn writer

Our Daily Bread: Rabbi Zev Porat Preaches

Yeshua wants us to eat spiritual bread-The Word of God.

Our Daily Bread

Rabbi Zev Porat Preaches

Messiah ofisrael

April 16, 2021

Shabbat Shalom Eretz Israel!

The Bearded Bible Brothers Discuss Social Media Safety

 

Joshua and Caleb discuss practicing discretion on social media.

Joshua and Caleb Discuss Social Media: Exercise Discernment

Our Jewish Roots

April 15, 2021

Happy Yom HaAtzmaut 2021

 

Happy 73rd Birthday To The Nation Of Israel!

Picture courtesy of Shalom Austin

Hatikvah

(The Hope)

Marty Goetz

Songs of Israel

(2003)

Apple Blossoms

"He has made everything beautiful in its time."
Ecclesiastes 3:11

"Apple Blossoms"

Elena Oleniuc

God might have clothed the apple trees

In scentless brown or gray-

Such frail and fleeting blossoming,

So soon to pass away-

Instead of this fair springtime garb

Of fragrant pink and pearl,

That flutters down like rosy snow

On every breeze a-whirl.

His goodness gives the pleasant fruit

On laden boughs down-bent;

His lovingkindness adds the bloom,

Its beauty and its scent

He loads us with His benefits

Until no want we know,

And then He sends the little more

That make our cup o'erflow.

He opens wide His hand of love;

He gives no stingy dole;

His tender mercies crown our days:

O bless the Lord, my soul!

"Apple Blossoms"

Annie Johnson Flint
(1866-1932)
American Christian poetess

God Of All Power, And Truth, And Grace

 

"A new heart will I give you and a new spirit will I put within you,
and I will take away the stony heart out of your flesh and give you
a heart of flesh. And I will put My Spirit within you and cause you
to walk in my statutes, and you shall heed My ordinances and do them."
Ezekiel 36:26-27

"Be Still"

Greg Olsen

gregolsen.com

God of all power, and truth, and grace,

Which shall from age to age endure,

Whose Word, when Heaven and earth shall pass.

Remains, and stands for ever sure.

Calmly to Thee my soul looks up,

And waits Thy promises to prove,

The object of my steadfast hope,

The seal of Thine eternal love.

That Thy mercy may proclaim,

That all mankind Thy truth may see:

So hallow Thy great, glorious name,

And perfect holiness in me.

Chose from the world if now I stand

Adorned in righteousness divine;

If brought unto the promised land,

I justly call the Savior mine.

Perform the work Thou hast begun

My inmost soul to Thee, convert;

Love me, for ever love Thine own,

And sprinkle with Thy blood my heart.

Thy sanctifying Spirit pour

To quench my thirst, and wash me clean:

Now, Father, let the gracious shower

Descend, and make me pure from sin.

Purge me from every sinful blot,

My idols be cast aside,

Cleanse me from every evil thought,

From all the filth of self and pride.

Give me a new, a perfect heart,

From doubt, and fear, and sorrow free,

The mind which was in Christ impart

And let my spirit cleave to Thee.

O take this heart of stone away!

Thy sway it doth not, cannot own;

In me no longer let it stay;

O take away this heart of stone.

The hatred of the carnal mind

Out of my flesh at once remove;

Give me a tender heart, resigned

And pure, and full of faith and love.

Excerpt from the song,
"God Of All Power, And Truth, And Grace"
(1742)
Words by Charles Wesley
(1707-1788)
English-born hymn writer, who, along with
his brother John, founded the movement which
became the Methodist denomination.

Lord And Savior, True And Kind

 

"The Lord is my Strength and my Shield; 
my heart trusts in Him and I am helped.
 Therefore my heart rejoices, and
 I give thanks to Him with my song.
Psalm 28:7

Calming Embrace

Yongsung Kim

Korean artist

Lord and Savior, true and kind

Be the Master of my mind;

Bless, and guide, and strengthen still

All my powers of thought and will.

While I ply the scholar's task,

Jesus Christ, be near, I ask:

Help the memory, clear the brain,

Knowledge still to seek and gain.

Here I train for life's swift race;

Let me do it in Thy grace;

Here I arm me for life's fight;

Let me do it in Thy might.

Thou hast made me mind and soul;

I for Thee would use the whole;

Thou hast died that I might live;

All my powers to Thee I give.

Striving, thinking, learning still,

Let me follow thus Thy will,

Till my whole glad nature be

Trained for duty and for Thee.

"Lord And Savior, True And Kind"
(1905)
Handley Carr Glynn Moule
(1841-1920)
English clergyman and hymn writer