Sunday, July 5, 2009

What's In MY Name?

Well, I have been absent from my blog for about two weeks now. A lot has happened in various areas of my life. On Wednesday 24th June, while in the course of a conversation, I stumbled upon some information in an article that shook me up pretty good regarding my ethnicity. As you know, I have been spending more time praying. Around this time, praying for Israel, Jerusalem and the Jews is something that became very exciting for me.

I was casually discussing an old Jewish shop sign I spotted along one of the main roads and checked online for more information about a prominent and Jewish family that had operated a successful exclusive store on the island until a few years ago. Hans Stecher came to the island at the age of 14 with his family, fleeing Vienna in 1938. In his reflections about the 'disappearance' of the Jewish community on the island, he mentioned that many Jewish family names were changed and listed some last names that actually point to Jewish families, as well as some that were slightly changed. My last name was one of them. I also found a website maintained by our national library that also contained this information.

I spoke to my mom (who has always been intensely passionate about anything Jewish, without knowing why) and was told that:

  • she has always considered herself a 'Jew', I have many times heard her say that she is connected to 'those people' (but thought it was her Christianity making the connection)
  • she long ago, secretly felt and wondered that perhaps there was some Jewish ancestry just based on the depth of her emotions
  • not only is my last name from my father, well, they also share it in their genealogy. More precisely, my mom and dad are related: My mom's grandfather's (her mother's father) sister's son , was my father's father. That means my parents are distant cousins.
  • these were white-skinned, long, straight-nosed, brown/red haired people who married into the other Caribbean ethnicities, namely, East Indian, perhaps indigenous Indian and African, so that now, we mostly look a nice blend of dark, 'local Caribbean'.
I face several difficulties in finding out more. Detailed birth and ancestry records were not kept in the islands; much of my family is split up in different countries now; the older generations are practically gone; my parents' and their families were actually from another island nearby (and most of them did leave that island) and my parents have never been back to their island of birth since leaving in the mid 1960's.

The more research I do on my last name, the more evidence turns up that this name does indeed point to some Jewish Sephardic families. I have always known it was 'Portuguese' and since I live on the brink of South America, that made even more sense, but the origins of its origin had never occured to me till now.

Part of me is very excited. Part of me was somehow 'shook up.' I want to know for certain. But I don't know how to know. There just seems to be nothing else to work with right now.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Behold, At The Door

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Marvelous Musings #25


Romans 8:35-39 (New Living Translation)

35 Can anything ever separate us from Christ’s love? Does it mean he no longer loves us if we have trouble or calamity, or are persecuted, or hungry, or destitute, or in danger, or threatened with death? 36 (As the Scriptures say, “For your sake we are killed every day; we are being slaughtered like sheep.”) 37 No, despite all these things, overwhelming victory is ours through Christ, who loved us.

38 And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow—not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love. 39 No power in the sky above or in the earth below—indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord.

We often have such little real understanding of God's love for us that many times when trouble comes we are plunged into despair or rebellion against God. I've certainly been there. 'If You really love me, why did You let this happen?'

There are reasons why bad things happen to God's people at times (even though I am not going to discuss those here). Some of these reasons may be unknown or never satisfactorily resolved on this side of life. However, as I meditate upon this portion of Scripture, and as I examine the often tumultuous lives of the Bible's saints, it becomes more and more clear to me, that the love of God for His adopted sons and daughters must not be defined by our notions of 'happily ever after' while we are in this age.


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Friday, June 19, 2009

Father of Lies

Thursday, June 18, 2009

My Name is Pride

My name is Pride, I am a cheater.
I cheat you of your God-given destiny....because you demand your own way.
I cheat you of contentment......because you "deserve better than this."
I cheat you of knowledge......because you already know it all.
I cheat you of healing......because you're too full of me to forgive.
I cheat you of holiness.......because you refuse to admit when you're wrong.
I cheat you on vision......because you'd rather look in the mirror than out a window.
I cheat you of genuine friendship......because nobody is going to know the real you.
I cheat you of love....because real romance demands a sacrifice.
I cheat you of greatness in heaven....because you refuse to wash another's feet on earth.
I cheat you of God's glory.....because I convince you to seek your own.

MY NAME IS PRIDE. I AM A CHEATER.
You like me because you think I'm always looking out for you.
U-N-T-R-U-E.
I'm looking to make a fool of you. God has so much for you, I admit, but don't worry...
If you stick with me YOU WILL NEVER KNOW.

by Beth Moore

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Dove-Love...NOT

This morning Mom showed me a dove and her baby-dove nested on a dry limb of our coconut tree. Although I'm no bird watcher or lover per se, I ran for my camera intending to get a photo. The mother-child thing was cute after all.


A short time after taking the photo, we noticed that mother-dove seemed to be distressed, left the baby-dove and was walking further and further out on the dry limb. My mother was observant enough to surmise she was in some sort of distress. She flew away and I guess alerted father-dove to something distressing.


Shortly, father-dove arrived and seemed to hover nervously around the baby-dove too. He even flew further up into the tree and checked out an old nest that had been left there. It's likely he was in the process of figuring out how to move his brand new baby-dove.

I suddenly remembered I could pray about things like this and that God cared about His creatures - and knew all about the sparrows right? So off I went and said a quick and urgent prayer for the doves, nest and baby, then waited to see.

A few more turns and suddenly the branch fell about 15 feet to the ground. Father-dove flew away startled. My mother was standing right below the tree and I watched it happen from the level of the nest. While the branch was tossed to one side, the baby's nest fell near mom's feet and although it's minny wings was splayed out and it was tilted to one side, it fell that whole distance sitting inside of its nest, right side up, both just there on the ground. It was alive too. God certainly answered prayer. This just was not possible any other way.


Mom and I squabbled over who should pick it up. I hate to see any animal suffer, but birds are just not my thing. I had a really bad experience with chickens as a child and will not touch birds of any kind (feathers, beaks, claws). I went and got a garden showel and mom scooped it up in its nest. We tried to figure out what to do with it. We couldn't reach any tall trees that had the right branch layout.

Well Mom got the bright idea to use the dead branch (it had a perfect cupped head for holding the nest) and stuck it between some of a cherry tree's branches. The nest with baby-dove slid easily into it and we hoped that the parents would find it. The baby-dove had not even been chirping so I'm not sure that it's even old enough to make a sound yet. So I said another prayer and we waited. Eventually we got tired of waiting around to see whether the parents would find it...or were even looking.

About an hour and a half later, much to our delight, father-dove was seen warming up his baby-dove between the cherry tree branches. A cat has been lurking in the bushes too and cherry trees are quite short so I sure hope they figure something out. For now, it's a good ending.

P.S. This is one of those things which I've no reason why I even bothered to blog...

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Miscellaneous Pics-a-me







...Think I'm just lonnnnnging for a vacation...

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Marvelous Musings #24


Lest you be wise in your own sight, I want you to understand this mystery, brothers: a partial hardening has come upon Israel, until the fullness of the Gentiles has come in. And in this way all Israel will be saved, as it is written, "The Deliverer will come from Zion, he will banish ungodliness from Jacob"; "and this will be my covenant with them when I take away their sins." As regards the gospel, they are enemies of God for your sake. But as regards election, they are beloved for the sake of their forefathers. For the gifts and the calling of God are irrevocable.
(Romans 11:25-29, ESV)


Since this is just intended to be a musing and not a whole bible-study outline, I just wanted to share this to get you thinking about Israel a little more. Israel is a great key to the whole drama that is unfolding not only in the Middle-East but the entire world. Israel is the end-time wonder that will usher in Jesus Christ's return to rule and reign from that very nation.

I used to be a Christian who, though not anti-Semitic by any means, was honestly more or less indifferent through ignorance. The Jewish people seemed to be from a nation far away from me, maybe even ancient, dangerous to be involved with, somehow important - but I didn't know how it all fit together so I was just happy with my Jesus (born as a Jew and all). Thank God for the light and love He shed on me because it could not have come any other way. I mean, I've always been cultural and travel-minded but I've never been so excited about praying for another nation. And it's not hard because God has shared His plans with us in His word!

Oh and one more thing:
"For the gifts and the calling of God are irrevocable" is a cute little verse which we throw around in mainstream Christianity in regard to spiritual gifts and public ministry callings. Please take note of where and in what context it was actually used! I'm not making a point about what else it may apply to, but don't forget the primary application: The ethnic nation of Israel will never be forgotten or forsaken by God. In fact, He has a huge and marvelous plan we would never have come up with on our own!



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You are still invited to join in and post your own musings by linking to the current blog.
Please join in and let me know by sending me a note to tag you in this post. What intriguing, or shocking, or challenging passages of scripture have you come across?
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1. In your post include a link back to the person who has tagged you. (If you'd like to use the logo pic that would be nice too!)
2. Post one of your intriguing, or shocking, or challenging passages/verses of scripture from the Bible, showing scripture references (chapter and verse) and Bible version.
3. (Optional) You may choose to state what you currently understand it to mean; You may also encourage others to comment or share on what they understand that excerpt to mean.
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See previous Marvelous Musings HERE

Friday, June 12, 2009

Devil's Blog

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Prayer and The God-Planned Life

God has continued to really pour out grace on me to enable me to go after Him with more discipline in extended times of prayer & intercession. It is a matter of discipline right now and I am learning that I don't have to wait till it's easier before I get to enjoy the benefits of just spending time with Him, e.g. more sensitivity to the Holy Spirit, more desire to please Him, overwhelming desire to be holy and walking His way, and a better attitude towards things that would usually irritate me. That is pretty gracious and kind of Him.

I have been asking Him to teach me more about intercession and was led to an amazing web-find called Path 2 Prayer and in particular, the Intercessory Prayer page. The site is maintained by Dan Augsburger who also has sermons and articles on the page. It is an overwhelming resource site utilizing many of the classic works of faithful Christians of the past. They really did leave gems for us - once we can get past the older forms of the English language and expressions.

Anyway, I made that particular page my new home page for a while and have been listening and re-listening Dan's Prevailing Prayer series (January 2009). It is highly recommended and well organized series for a good foundational lesson on prayer, and was especially motivating because of the first hand testimonies of answered prayer. What comes through loud and clear is that God does in fact answer prayer that agrees with His word and fulfills His conditions. He stresses that we ought to pray expecting answers, even when we have to press on and persist for a while. Praying as if we're making a gamble or hoping to get lucky is self-defeating as it's already missing the ingredient of faith.

As I said, this website is replete with resources on various topics regarding prayer and Christian life. I came across a wonderful excerpt called The God-Planned Life by James McConkey from Life Talks (1911). It is long but so good. The significance to me hinged on the fact that God had to remind me a few weeks back in May, that He has a specific plan for my life. Ok. I know. I should have known that. I did...I used to. But it seems I forgot somewhere and entered into a lot of striving and grasping to make things work. This was after spiralling in the last couple years through a lot of mistakes and disappointment, and generally feeling that I'd fallen back so far from my pursuit of Him that I must have disqualified myself from His plans.

Well, He does have a plan. And He still has a plan for me. I didn't even know I had forgotten until He reminded me. Just the thought was so life-infusing to me that I found myself trying to tell my girl friend at the movies while we sat there just before the movie started. Needless to say, she seemed surprised that this was a major 'revelation' to me!

I want to include an excerpt here from McConkey here which will be more of a caveat for readers. There are other points in his writing that brings it all together in a motivating and hope-inspiring way - no matter how far you've fallen or how old you are, God has a plan. You really should go here and read the whole thing:


"...created in Christ Jesus unto good works,
which God hath before ordained
that we should walk in them." –Ephesians 2:10


A Man May Fail to Enter Into God’s Plan For His Life

Among the curiosities of a little fishing village on the Great Lakes where we were summering was a pair of captive eagles. They had been captured when but two weeks old and confined in a large room-like cage. Year after year the eaglets grew, until they were magnificent specimens of their kind, stretching six feet from tip to tip of wings. One summer when we came back for our usual vacation, the eagles were missing. Inquiring of the owner as to their disappearance, this story came to us. The owner had left the village for a prolonged fishing trip out in the lake. While he was absent, some mischievous boys opened the door of the cage and gave the great birds their liberty. At once they endeavoured to escape. But kept in captivity from their earliest eaglet days, they had never learned to fly. They seemed to realize that God had meant them to be more than mere earthlings. After all these weary years the instinct for the sky and the heavens still smoldered in their hearts. And most desperately did they strive to exercise it. They floundered about upon the village green. They struggled, fell, and beat their wings in piteous efforts to rise into the airy freedom of their God-appointed destiny. But all in vain. One of them, essaying to fly across a small stream, fell helpless into the water and had to be rescued from drowning. The other, after a succession of desperate and humiliating failures, managed to attain to the lower-most limb of a nearby tree. Thence he was shot to death by the hand of a cruel boy. His mate soon shared the same hapless fate. And the simple tragedy of their hampered lives came to an end.

Often since has come to us the tragic lesson of the imprisoned eagles. God had designed for these kingly birds a noble inheritance of freedom. It was theirs to pierce in royal flights the very eye of the midday sun. It was theirs to nest in lofty crags where never foot of man had trod. It was theirs to break with unwearying pinion the storms and tempests of mid-heaven. A princely heritage indeed was theirs. But the cruelty of man had hopelessly shut them out from it. And instead of the limitless liberty planned for them had come captivity, helplessness, humiliation and death. Even these birds of the air missed God’s great plan for their lives. Much more may the sons of men.

Is not this the very thing of which Paul speaks when he says, “Work out your own salvation with fear and trembling. For it is God which worketh in you both to will and to do of his good pleasure”? What are these inner voices which, if we heed not, cease? What are these visions which, if we follow not, fade? What are these yearnings to be all for Christ which, if we embody not in action, die? What are they but the living God working in us to will and to do the life work which He has planned for us from all eternity? And it is this which you are called upon to “work out.” Work it out in love. Work it out in daily, faithful ministry. Work it out as God works in you. But more than that – you may miss it. You may fall short of God’s perfect plan for your life. Therefore, work it out with fear and trembling! Searching words are these – words of warning, words of tender admonition. That blessed life of witnessing, service and fruit bearing which God has planned for you in Christ Jesus from all eternity--work it out with trembling. Trembling – lest the god of this world blind you to the vision of service which God is ever holding before you. Trembling – lest the low standard of life fellow-Christians about you lead you to drop yours to a like groveling level. Trembling – lest some little circle in the dark ends of the earth should fail of the giving, the praying or the going which God has long since planned for you. Trembling – lest the voices of worldly pleasure and ambition dull and deafen your ears to the one voice which is ever whispering – “Follow thou me: follow thou me.”