Rev. Gregory Kensbock

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  1. This was sent to me in a E-mail, thought it was worth passing on.

    THE DEBATE OVER ANTICHRIST

    By Walid Shoebat

    Does the beast of Revelation involve Middle Eastern Muslim nations, is it exclusively European, or is it both? Some say the notion that Islam could play a prominent role in the coming revival of the Roman Empire is impossible, unorthodox, untraditional, the work of ‘Lone Ranger’ type interpretation, and even revisionist. . 1

    The majority of American evangelicals believe that the Antichrist system must be exclusively European, yet this view is changing after the last few years with the rise of Islam.

    So, could Islam play a role in this end-times scenario? You might think to yourself—so what? Why should we care? Well, why then did the Almighty give us Daniel and Revelations? Even better still — why did God give us all the Messianic prophesies regarding Jesus’ first coming? Careless followers that missed these ended up without salvation, regardless of whether they sacrificed lambs in the Temple or obeyed the law—when it comes to the issue of Messiah, they missed the most crucial event in history. All for not paying close attention to Bible Prophecy. And what about the second coming? Are we to be careless with respect to the evidence presented in the Bible? I am not saying that you could lose your salvation, but if you end up on the side of Antichrist, you never had salvation in the first place.

    Yet today, the debate is brewing—what about the threat of Islam? Did the Bible warn us about it? Are we supposed to keep our focus exclusively on Europe ?

    To shed light on the implications of such detailed evidence (which spawned countless challenges and questions) I decided to write God’s War on Terror regarding Islam’s involvement in end-times. Consequently, I get challenges daily, not only by Muslims that want me dead but also from Christians who are dogmatic about their views. Ironically, we have no record of any Christian minister killed for exposing the E.U. as the work of Satan, yet we have millions who gave their lives for standing up to Islam. So please allow me to alleviate some pressure and present you with only three challenges:

    CHALLENGE 1: Did traditional Prophecy scholars teach that Europe is exclusively the Antichrist kingdom?

    You might be shocked to know that the highest caliber commentators of old did not believe that Europe was the exclusive player in the End-Times. A revival of a Roman Empire never meant a revival of a European Empire.

    Many of our best western scholars on Bible prophecy believed that Islam would be a major player and will revive in the end of days as part of this end-time beast. John Wesley interpreted the Iron in Daniel 2 as Islam (Works, 1841). Hilaire Belloc foresaw Islam‘s rise.2 Gregory Palamus of Thessalonica interpreted the martyrdom of Christians during the Great Tribulation to come from Islam. Josiah Litch interpreted Revelation as the ushering in of Islam.3 He even described the magnitude of Islam’s role being Antichrist to the extent of calling it the “general agreement among Christians, especially protestant commentators.” Cyril of Jerusalem (315-368 A.D) in his Divine Institutes believed that Antichrist proceeds forth from the region of ancient Syria 4, which today extends from Syria well into portions of Asia Minor ( Turkey ). Sophronius, Patriarch of Jerusalem (560-638) and Maximus the Confessor (580-662) identified Islam with Antichrist and lived through Islam’s invasion of Jerusalem .. Maximus was also an important theologian and scholar of the early Church who helped defeat the Monothelite heresy referred to the Muslim invasions as “announcing the advent of the Antichrist.” John of Damascus (676-749) was another very important figure in the early church. In his famous book, Against Heresies, he identified Islam as the forerunner to the Antichrist. Eulogius, Paul Alvarus and the Martyrs of Cordova (9th century) believed Muhammad to be a false prophet and the precursor to the Antichrist. 5 Many are not aware that while Martin Luther, father of the Protestant Reformation, believed that the Papacy played the role of the spiritual harlot, he also believed that the Muslims were the Kingdom of Antichrist . 6

    John Calvin interpreted Daniel 2 eastern leg as the Eastern-Roman Islamic Empire and that Daniel 11:37 applied to the Muslims. 7 Even Jonathan Edwards the great American congregational preacher, revivalist, and president of Princeton University , like Luther and Calvin, saw Islam as one of the premiere elements of the Antichrist Kingdom . 8 Calvin even interpreted Islam’s fall at the sound of the great trumpet 9 Islam falling at the sound of the great trumpet even carries Islam into the Great Tribulation and not as many of our contemporary prophecy analysts who allege that Islam must be removed prior to Christ coming.

    Even Sir Robert Anderson, perhaps one of the best prophecy experts who unlocked the seventy weeks of Daniel, in his remarkable book The Coming Prince, insists to focus on the Levant (Eastern) parts rather than the Adriatic (West). 10

    Countless other Bible commentators warned about Islam being the kingdom of Antichrist—Selnecker, Nigrinus, Chytraeus, Bullinger, Foxe, Napier, Pareus, John Cotton, Thomas Parker, Increase Mather, Cotton Mather, and George Stanley Faber. 11

    Also added to the list is Rev. Professor Dr. Francis Nigel Lee who sums up the traditional view in his excellent work Islam in the Bible: “from the seventh century onward – [the two legs] would degenerate respectively into the Papacy (which progressively took over the West) and Islam (which progressively took over the East.” (p. 5)

    Making Europe the exclusive body of Antichrist kingdom is not the orthodox or even the traditional view. Some insist that Antichrist is Italian since he comes from the Roman Empire, but Roman does not strictly mean Italian, just as Alexander the Great was Grecian, this does not mean Athenian—he was from Macedonia . Antiochus Epiphanies, another biblical prediction was Syrian not Athenian or Cypriot. Why then, when it comes to Antichrist, insist on an Italian ignoring the whole empire. Even Jesus insisted that Pergamum in Revelation 2:12-13, was the seat of Satan and not the gymnastically altered interpretation for an archeological relic that sits in Berlin .

    While contemporary prophesy analysts trumpet the idea that the fourth composite of Daniel 2 iron metal as strictly European, traditionalist views differ. Dr. Matthew Henry comments: "Who is this enemy—whose rise, reign and ruin are here foretold? Interpreters are not in agreement. Some will have the Fourth Kingdom to be that of the Seleucidae and the ‘little horn’ to be Antiochus... . Others will have the Fourth Kingdom to be that of the Romans, and the ‘little horn’ to be Julius Caesar and the succeeding emperors, as Calvin says. The Antichrist, the Papal Kingdom , says Mr. Joseph Mede.

    Others make the ‘little horn’ to be the Turkish Empire [Muslim]; so Luther, Vatablus, and others. Now I cannot prove either side to be in the wrong. Therefore, since prophecies sometimes have many fulfillments, we ought to give Scripture its full latitude (in this as in many other controversies)—I am willing to allow that they are both in the right.” 12

    NORTH AFRICA

    Most students of prophecy that ascribe to a revival of the Roman Empire ignore that North Africa (Phut) encompasses five Muslim nations historically part of the western wing of the Roman Empire, and already mentioned literally in several end-times references. In order for the exclusively European model to fit, the whole of this Muslim region must be irrelevant. So what part of the Roman pie do we slice off and what parts do we include?

    CONTEMPORARY VS TRADITIONAL

    So what happened? Why do we have such a variation between contemporary versus traditional? The problem began in 1981 when Greece joined as the tenth nation in the European Union and many sounded a false alarm that announced they unlocked the mystery and have the fulfillment of Revelation 17, all with its ten horns, to later be embarrassed when the European Union mushroomed into twenty some nations.

    Instead of pulling back their books, these analysts ran back to the drawing board, not to confess their error, but to insist that the E.U. model must shrink to only ten.. They still chose to finagle with the theory. Some, like Arnold Fruchtenbaum, realized that this was wrong: “It has become common today to refer to the ten kingdoms as being in Europe only, especially the Former Common Market, now the European Union. But the text does not allow for this kind of interpretation. At the very best, the European Union might become one of the ten, but it could hardly become all of the ten.'' 13

    According to Fruchtenbaum, the European model comprises only one tenth, a mere slice of the whole pie. Jamieson Fausset & Brown insist that, “the ten toes are not upon the one foot (the west), as these interpretations require, but on the two (east and west) together, so that any theory which makes the ten kingdoms belong to the west alone must err..”

    CHALLENGE 2: Besides the argument on whether Magog is Russia , can anyone cite any literal reference to a nation that God destroys in the End-Times that is not Muslim?

    Only if you ponder this question can you grasp its magnitude. On one occasion during a lecture to a group of prominent Bible prophecy teachers in the Pre-Trib Prophecy Conference in Dallas, I asked this question and no one raised a hand to answer.

    In frustration, I pointed to Dr. Randall Price, a known Prophecy teacher and asked him to respond, in which he pointed that when it comes to literal references there are none. Grant Jeffrey, another known author, once attempted to respond with Cush, not realizing that biblical Cush (a reference sometimes translated as Ethiopia) is defined in the Unger Bible Dictionary as a landmass south of Egypt . Today this will be Sudan and Somalia .

    Grant Jeffrey chose one of the most fundamentalist Muslim nations as a response to find non-Muslim nations in end-times. David Reagan of the Lion and Lamb Ministries with frustration pointed to Mystery Babylon 14 ignoring that the crucial word in that question is “literal”. If Babylon is a response to cite any literal reference for a non-Muslim nation that God destroys, this would still support my view— Mystery Babylon is an allegoric reference.

    CHALLENGE 3: In every portrayal of Christ’s return to the earth, is He not fighting a nation that today is Muslim?

    The significance of this question is as follows —scholars are unanimous, that Christ’s second coming must happen after Antichrist appears on the scene. Christ’s mission will be to destroy Antichrist and establish His Millennium kingdom. The European Union model has the Muslim hordes destroyed before the Tribulation period. Yet the text shows that Messiah Himself deals with Muslim nations.

    The next prophecy conference you attend ask, “Is Jesus on earth on the Day of the Lord?” Ezekiel tells us of that day, “For the day is near, even the Day of the Lord is near” (Ezekiel 30:3). Yet this is when “ Cush and Phut , Lydia [ Turkey ] and all Arabia, Libya and the people of the covenant land will fall by the sword along with Egypt ” (Ezekiel 30:5). Other prophesies show these nations are cast into Hell, including Asshur – “ Iraq – Syria ”, (Ezekiel 32:22-23) Elam – “ Iran ” (Ezekiel 32:24-25) Meshech & Tubal “Asia minor— Turkey ” (Ezekiel 32:26) – Edom – “ Arabia ” (Ezekiel 32:29). These nations are punished for striking terror against Israel and the believers (Ezekiel 32:22-24 & 27).

    Perhaps sharing a few from the volume of hundreds of prophecies of Jesus’ wars during the Great Tribulation can shed more light on the matter: “See Jehovah rides on a swift cloud and is coming to Egypt . The idols of Egypt tremble before him, and the hearts of the Egyptians melt within them” (Isaiah 19). Does this remind you of the song “behold He comes riding on the clouds”? Yet rarely are we told that Jesus here is fighting Egypt —a Muslim nation.

    Even in Christ’s judgment of the nations (Joel 3) He is fighting Muslim entities. “Now what have you against me, O Tyre and Sidon [Lebanon] and all you regions of Philistia [Gaza]” (Joel 3:4) It couldn’t be more clear! It was as if Jesus Himself was speaking directly to Hezbollah ( Tyre and Sidon ) and Hamas ( Philistia ), challenging them regarding their bloodlust against the Jewish people. Their fight against Israel is in reality a declaration of war on the King Himself.

    In Isaiah 25:9-10 at the time of the Lord’s return, we have Christ fighting Moab “And it shall be said in that day, Lo, this is our God; we have waited for Him, and He will save us: this is the LORD; we have waited for Him, we will be glad and rejoice in His salvation. For in this mountain shall the hand of the LORD rest, and Moab shall be trodden down under Him, even as straw is trodden down for the dunghill.” (Isaiah 25:9-10).

    Even in Isaiah 63, scholars unanimously agree that He fights Edom ( Arabia )..

    Are the Muslim nations in prophecy destroyed prior to the Christ’s coming? Will the Antichrist then establish his European rule? Can anyone find a verse in the Bible in which Christ fights and nations are literally mentioned which are not Muslim?

    This is why many who exclusively see Europe as Antichrist insist on removing Islam from the scene prior to the coming of Christ. Since the Muslims still exist on earth upon the Lord’s return fighting against Him, their whole premise of an exclusively European Antichrist falls apart.

    Walid Shoebat, God’s War on Terror www.Shoebat. com (720)935-2826

    REFERENCES

    1 Lamplighter Newsletter, David Reagan, January 2009 edition.

    2 The Great Heresies, chapter 4 March, 1936, page 127-128

    3 Hosiah Litch, The Three Woe Trumpets, Fall of The Ottoman Empire , August 11, 1840

    4 Divine Institutes, 7:17

    5 Paul Alvarus, Memoriale sanctorum 2.4

    6 Martin Luther, Tischreden, Weimer ed., 1, No. 330

    7 Calvin On Islam Revelation Prof. Dr. Francis Nigel Lee, Lamp Trimmers El Paso , 2000

    8 Jonathan Edwards, The Fall of Antichrist, Part VII, page 395, New York, Published by S. Converse 1829

    9 Jonathan Edwards, The Fall of Antichrist, Part VII, page 399, New York, Published by S. Converse 1829

    10 The Coming Prince, Page 273

    11 Froom: op. cit., II pp. 323f, 325f, 331, 340f, 412f, 458 & 518f and also III pp. 40f, 74f, 125-31, 149, 183, 240f, &352f.

    12 M. Henry: A Commentary on the Holy Bible, with Practical Remarks andObservations, London : Marshall Bros. Ltd., n.d., IV:1270f.

    13 Fruchtenbaum, Footsteps of the Messiah, page 36

    14 Lamplighter Newsletter, David Reagan, January 2009 edition.

  2. Deck of Cards

    It was quiet that day, the guns and the mortars, and land mines for some reason hadn't been heard.

    The young Marine knew it was Sunday, the holiest day of the week.

    As he was sitting there, he got out an old deck of cards and laid them out across his bunk.

    Just then his sergeant came in and said, 'Why aren't you with the rest of the platoon?'

    The Marine replied, 'I thought I would stay behind and spend some time with the Lord'

    The sergeant said, 'Looks to me like you 're going to play cards.'

    The Marine said, 'No, sir. You see, since we are not allowed to have Bibles or other spiritual books in this country, I've decided to talk to the Lord by studying this deck of cards.'

    The sergeant asked in disbelief, 'How will you do that?'

    'You see the Ace, Sergeant? It reminds me that there is only one God.

    The Two represents the two parts of the Bible, Old and New Testaments.

    The Three represents the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost.

    The Four stands for the Four Gospels: Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.

    The Five is for the five virgins there were ten but only five of them were glorified.

    The Six is for the six days it took God to create the Heavens and Earth.

    The Seven is for the day God rested after making His Creation.

    The Eight is for the family of Noah and his wife, their three sons and their wives -- the eight people God spared from the flood that destroyed the Earth.

    The Nine is for the lepers that Jesus cleansed of leprosy.. He cleansed ten, but nine never thanked Him.

    The Ten represents the Ten Commandments that God handed down to Moses on tablets made of stone.

    The Jack is a reminder of Satan, one of God's first angels, but he got kicked out of heaven for his sly and wicked ways and is now the Joker of eternal hell.

    The Queen stands for the Virgin Mary.

    The King stands for Jesus, for he is the King of all kings.

    When I count the dots on all the cards, I come up with 365 total, one for every day of the year.

    There are a total of 52 cards in a deck; each is a week - 52 weeks in a year.

    The four suits represent the four seasons: Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter.

    Each suit has thirteen cards -- there are exactly thirteen weeks in a quarter.

    So when I want to talk to God and thank Him, I just pull out this old deck of cards and they remind me of all that I have to be thankful for.'

    The sergeant just stood there. After a minute, with tears in his eyes and pain in his heart, he said, 'Marine, can I borrow that deck of cards?'

    Please let this be a reminder and take time to pray for all of our Marines, Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen and Coast Guard men who are being sent away, putting their lives on the line fighting for Freedom.

    Prayer for the Military.

    Lord,

    Hold our troops in your loving hands.

    Protect them.

    Bless them and their families.

    I ask this in the name of Jesus,

    our Lord and Savior.

    Amen.

    My Son sent this to me he is in the Tenth Mountain Div.

  3. Thought you might enjoy this interesting

    prayer given in Kansas at

    the opening session of their Senate. It seems

    prayer still upsets some

    people. When Minister Joe Wright was asked to open

    the new session of the Kansas Senate, everyone was expecting

    the usual generalities, but this is what they heard:

    Heavenly Father, we come before you today to ask

    your forgiveness and to seek your direction and

    guidance. We know Your Word says, "Woe to those

    who call evil good," but that is exactly what we

    have done.

    We have lost our spiritual equilibrium and reversed

    our values.

    We have exploited the poor and called it

    the lottery.

    We have rewarded laziness and called it

    welfare.

    We have killed our unborn and called it

    choice.

    We have shot abortionists and called it

    justifiable.

    We have neglected to discipline our

    children and called it building self esteem..

    We have abused power and called it

    politics.

    We have coveted our neighbor's possessions

    and called it ambition.

    We have polluted the air with profanity and

    pornography and called it freedom of expression.

    We have ridiculed the time-honored values

    of our forefathers and called it enlightenment.

    Search us, Oh, God, and know our hearts

    today; cleanse us from every sin and set us free.

    Amen!

    The response was immediate. A number of

    legislators walked out during the prayer in

    protest. In 6 short weeks, Central Christian

    Church, where Rev. Wright is pastor, logged more than

    5,000 phone calls with only 47 of those calls

    responding negatively. The church is now receiving

    international requests for copies of this prayer

    from India , Africa and Korea .

    Commentator Paul Harvey aired this prayer on

    his radio program, 'The Rest of the Story,'and

    received a larger response to this program than any

    other he has ever aired.

  4. The Pickle Jar

    The pickle jar as far back as I can remember sat on the floor beside the dresser in my parents' bedroom. When he got ready for bed, Dad would empty his pockets and toss his coins into the jar.

    As a small boy I was always fascinated at the sounds the coins made as they were dropped into the jar . They landed with a merry jingle when the jar was almost empty. Then the tones gradually muted to a dull thud as the jar was filled.

    I used to squat on the floor in front of the jar and admire the copper and silver circles that glinted like a pirate's treasure when the sun poured through the bedroom window. When the jar was filled, Dad would sit at the kitchen table and roll the coins before taking them to the bank.

    Taking the coins to the bank was always a big production . Stacked neatly in a small cardboard box, the coins were placed between Dad and me on the seat of his old truck.

    Each and every time, as we drove to the bank, Dad would look at me hopefully. “Those coins are going to keep you out of the textile mill, son You're going to do better than me. This old mill town's not going to hold you back.”

    Also, each and every time, as he slid the box of rolled coins across the counter at the bank toward the cashier, he would grin proudly “These are for my son's college fund. He'll never work at the mill all his life like me.”

    We would always celebrate each deposit by stopping for an ice cream cone. I always got chocolate. Dad always got vanilla. When the clerk at the ice cream parlor handed Dad his change, he would show me the few coins nestled in his palm. “When we get home, we'll start filling the jar again.” He always let me drop the first coins into the empty jar. As they rattled around with a brief, happy jingle, we grinned at each other. “You'll get to college on pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters,” he said. “But you'll get there; I'll see to that.”

    No matter how rough things got at home, Dad continued to doggedly drop his coins into the jar. Even the summer when Dad got laid off from the mill, and Mama had to serve dried beans several times a week, not a single dime was taken from the jar.

    To the contrary, as Dad looked across the table at me, pouring catsup over my beans to make them more palatable, he became more determined than ever to make a way out for me. “When you finish college, Son,” he told me, his eyes glistening, “You'll never have to eat beans again - unless you want to.”

    The years passed, and I finished college and took a job in another town. Once, while visiting my parents, I used the phone in their bedroom, and noticed that the pickle jar was gone. It had served its purpose and had been removed.

    A lump rose in my throat as I stared at the spot beside the dresser where the jar had always stood. My dad was a man of few words, and never lectured me on the values of determination, perseverance, and faith. The pickle jar had taught me all these virtues far more eloquently than the most flowery of words could have done. When I married, I told my wife Susan about the significant part the lowly pickle jar had played in my life as a boy. In my mind, it defined, more than anything else, how much my dad had loved me.

    The first Christmas after our daughter Jessica was born, we spent the holiday with my parents. After dinner, Mom and Dad sat next to each other on the sofa, taking turns cuddling their first grandchild. Jessica began to whimper softly, and Susan took her from Dad's arms. “She probably needs to be changed,” she said, carrying the baby into my parents' bedroom to diaper her. When Susan came back into the living room, there was a strange mist in her eyes.

    She handed Jessica back to Dad before taking my hand and leading me into the room. “Look,” she said softly, her eyes directing me to a spot on the floor beside the dresser. To my amazement, there, as if it had never been removed, stood the old pickle jar, the bottom already covered with coins. I walked over to the pickle jar, dug down into my pocket, and pulled out a fistful of coins. With a gamut of emotions choking me, I dropped the coins into the jar. I looked up and saw that Dad, carrying Jessica, had slipped quietly into the room. Our eyes locked, and I knew he was feeling the same emotions I felt. Neither one of us could speak.

    This truly touched my heart. I know it has yours as well. Sometimes we are so busy adding up our troubles that we forget to count our blessings.

    Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life, for better or for worse.

    God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. Look for Good in others.

    The best and most beautiful things cannot be seen or touched - they must be felt with the heart ~ Helen Keller

    - Happy moments, praise God.

    - Difficult moments, seek God.

    - Quiet moments, worship God.

    - Painful moments, trust God.

    - Every moment, thank God.

  5. She is serene and untouched, this goddess of purity.

    How can I violate her? But I must. My lust overcome

    my logical mind. So pure and yet so tempting, I begin

    to take advantage of her existence. My excitement

    increases as I descend, feeling her silky smoothness

    over every curve of her entire surface. Excitement

    turns to ecstacy as I am speeding with relentless

    force toward the ultimate goal. My skis bend to the

    rythmic swaying of my body and every sinew of

    this body is near the point of overexertion. My

    clothes are soaked with sweat and my muscles are

    ready to quit. Behind is my signiture in the vast

    expanse of whiteness. It is over now I have

    conquered the virgin slope.

  6. Isaac Newton, born on Christmas day,

    knew all along, he had something to say.

    He went to college, and year by year,

    To a new conclusion, he came quite near.

    When all of a sudden, descended the blubonic,

    He went to his with speed supersonic.

    He worked by day, and he worked by night,

    Til finally, he came up with the theory of light.

    He did this all before he was twenty-four,

    And all his conclusion were not a bore.

    He wrote a book, the Theory of Light and Colors,

    But the only problem was, he was oppossed to some scholars.

    He promised himself he would never again write a book.

    Luckily, his friend Hally got it together and said "Look,

    You've got the brains, you've got the words,

    Tell me why fly the birds,

    And apples fall from their home trees,

    But hardly shift within the breeze."

    He wrote again, and was a success.

    Along the way, he met at least one duchess.

    The only problem was he couln't hack it,

    Even though the public lacked it.

    After that, no more discoveries he made.

    His life from the public began to fade.

    And finally he past away,

    No more like him for many a day.

  7. SITTING BEHIND A COUPLE OF NUNS AT A

    SAN DIEGO CHARGERS GAME

    (WHOSE HABITS PARTIALLY BLOCKED THEIR VIEW),

    THREE MEN DECIDED TO BADGER THE NUNS

    IN AN EFFORT TO GET THEM TO MOVE.

    IN A VERY LOUD VOICE, THE FIRST GUY SAID,

    'I THINK I'M GOING TO MOVE TO UTAH ,

    THERE ARE ONLY 100 NUNS LIVING THERE.'

    THE SECOND GUY SPOKE UP AND SAID,

    'I WANT TO GO TO MONTANA ,

    THERE ARE ONLY 50 NUNS LIVING THERE.'

    THE THIRD GUY SAID, 'I WANT TO GO TO IDAHO ,

    THERE ARE ONLY 25 NUNS LIVING THERE.'

    ONE OF THE NUNS TURNED AROUND,

    LOOKED AT THE MEN,

    AND IN A VERY SWEET, CALM VOICE SAID,

    'WHY DON'T YOU GO TO HELL . THERE AREN'T ANY NUNS LIVING THERE.' :thumbu:

  8. Grandma's letter.

    She is eighty-eight years old and still drives her own car.

    She writes:

    Dear Grand-daughter,

    The other day I went up to our local Christian book store and saw a Honk if you love Jesus bumper sticker. I was feeling particularly sassy that day because I had just come from a thrilling choir performance, followed by a thunderous prayer meeting.

    So, I bought the sticker and put it on my bumper. Boy, am I glad I did, what an uplifting experience that followed.

    I was stopped at a red light at a busy intersection, just lost in thought about the Lord and how good he is, and I didn't notice that the light had changed.

    It is a good thing someone else loves Jesus because if he hadn't honked, I'd never have noticed.

    I found that lots of people love Jesus! While I was sitting there, the guy behind started honking like crazy, and then he leaned out of his window and screamed, ' For the love of God! ' ' Go! Go! Go! Jesus Christ, GO!'

    What an exuberant cheerleader he was for Jesus!

    Everyone started honking! I just leaned out my window and started waving and smiling at all those loving people.

    I even honked my horn a few times to share in the love! There must have been a man from Florida back there

    because I heard him yelling something about a sunny beach.

    I saw another guy waving in a funny way with only his middle finger stuck up in the air.

    I asked my young teenage grandson in the back seat what that meant.

    He said it was probably a Hawaiian good luck sign or something.

    Well, I have never met anyone from Hawaii, so I leaned out the window and gave him the good luck sign right back.

    My grandson burst out laughing. Why even he was enjoying this religious experience!!

    A couple of the people were so caught up in the joy of the moment that they got out of their cars and started walking towards me. I bet they wanted to pray or ask what church I attended, but this is when I noticed the light had changed.

    So, I waved at all my brothers and sisters grinning, and drove on through the intersection.

    I noticed that I was the only car that got through the intersection before the light changed again and felt kind of sad that I had to leave them after all the love we had shared. So I slowed the car down, leaned out the window and gave

    them all the Hawaiian good luck sign one last time as I drove away.

    Praise the Lord for such wonderful folks!!

    Will write again soon,

    Love, Grandma

  9. Twas the night before christmas,

    he lived all alone,

    in a one-bedroom house,

    made of plaster and stone.

    I had come down the chimney,

    with presents to give,

    and to see just who in this house did live.

    I looked all about,

    a strange sight i did see,

    no tinsel, no present's,

    not even a tree.

    No stocking by the mantle,

    just boots filled with sand,

    on the wall hung pictures

    of far distant land's.

    With medals and badges

    awards of all kinds

    a sober thought

    came though my mind.

    For this house was different,

    it was dark and dreary

    i found the home of a soldier,

    once i could see clealy.

    The soldier lay sleeping,

    silent,alone,

    Curled up on the floor

    in this one-bedroom home.

    The face was so gentle

    the room in such disorder,

    Not how i pictured

    a lone British soldier.

    was this the hero of whome i'd just read?

    Curled up on a poncho

    the floor for a bed?

    I realised the families

    that i saw this night

    owed their lives to these soldiers who were willing to fight.

    Soon round the world the children would play

    and grown up's would celeprate

    a bright christmas day.

    They all enjoyed freedom

    each month of the year

    because of the soldiers,

    like the one lying here.

    I couldn't help wonder how many alone

    on a cold christmas eve

    in a land far from home.

    The very thought brought a tear to my eye,

    i dropped to my knees and started to cry.

    The soldier awakened and i heard a rough voice'

    "santa, don't cry,"

    "this is my choice"

    "i fight for freedom

    i don't ask for more

    my life is my God

    my country, my corps"

    The soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep

    i couldn't control it'

    i continued to weep.

    i kept watch for hours

    so silent and still

    and we both sat and shivered

    from the cold nights chill.

    I didn't want to leave,

    on that cold,dark night

    This guardian of honour

    so willing to fight.

    then the soldier rolled over,

    with a voice, soft and pure whispered

    "carry on santa its christmas day,all is secure."

    One look at my watch,

    and i know he was right:

    merry christmas my friend,

    and to all a good night.

    Love that poem no matter how many times I read it.

  10. August 1942. Piotrkow , Poland . The sky was gloomy that morning as we waited anxiously. All the men, women and children of Piotrkow's Jewish ghetto had been herded into a square. Word had gotten around that we were being moved. My father had only recently died from typhus, which had run rampant through the crowded ghetto. My greatest fear was that our family would be separated. 'Whatever you do,' Isidore, my eldest brother, whispered to me, 'don't tell them your age.. Say you're sixteen.' I was tall for a boy of 11, so I could pull it off. That way I might be deemed valuable as a worker. An SS man approached me, boots clicking against the cobblestones. He looked me up and down, then asked my age. 'Sixteen,' I said. He directed me to the left, where my three brothers and other healthy young men already stood. My mother was motioned to the right with the other women, children, sick and elderly people. I whispered to Isidore, 'Why?' He didn't answer. I ran to Mama's side and said I wanted to stay with her. 'No,' she said

    sternly. 'Get away. Don't be a nuisance. Go with your brothers.' She had never spoken so harshly before. But I understood: She was protecting me. She loved me so much that, just this once, she pretended not to. It was the last I ever saw of her.

    My brothers and I were transported in a cattle car to Germany . We arrived at the Buchenwald concentration camp one night weeks later and were led into a crowded barrack. The next day, we were issued uniforms and identification numbers. 'Don't call me Herman anymore.' I said to my brothers. 'Call me 94983.' I was put to work in the camp's crematorium, loading the dead into a hand-cranked elevator. I, too, felt dead. Hardened, I had become a number. Soon, my brothers and I were sent to Schlieben, one of Buchenwald 's sub-camps near Berlin .

    One morning I thought I heard my mother's voice, 'Son,' she said softly but clearly, I am going to send you an angel.' Then I woke up.Just a dream. A beautiful dream. But in this place there could be no angels. There was only work. And hunger. And fear..

    A couple of days later, I was walking around the camp, around the barracks, near the barbed-wire fence where the guards could not easily see. I was alone. On the other side of the fence, I spotted someone: a Little girl with light, almost luminous curls. She was half-hidden behind a birch tree. I glanced around to make sure no one saw me. I called to her softly in German. 'Do you have something to eat?' She didn't understand. I inched closer to the fence and repeated question in Polish. She stepped forward. I was thin and gaunt, with rags wrapped around my feet, but the girl looked unafraid. In her eyes, I saw life. She pulled an apple from her woolen jacket and threw it over the fence. I grabbed the fruit and, as I started to run away, I heard her say faintly, 'I'll see you tomorrow.' I returned to the same spot by the fence at the same time every day.

    She was always there with something for me to eat - a hunk of bread or, better yet, an apple. We didn't dare speak or linger. To be caught would mean death for us both. I didn't know anything about her, just a kind farm girl, except that she understood Polish. What was her name? Why was she risking her life for me? Hope was in such short supply, and this girl on the other side of the fence gave me some, as nourishing in its way as the bread and apples.

    Nearly seven months later, my brothers and I were crammed into a coal car and shipped to Theresienstadt camp in Czechoslovakia . 'Don't return,' I told the girl that day. 'We're leaving.' I turned toward the barracks and didn't look back, didn't even say good-bye to the little girl whose name I'd never learned, the girl with the apples.

    We were in Theresienstadt for three months. The war was winding down and Allied forces were closing in, yet my fate seemed sealed. On May 10, 1945, I was scheduled to die in the gas chamber at 10:00 AM. In the quiet of dawn, I tried to prepare myself. So many times death seemed ready to claim me, but somehow I'd survived. Now, it was over. I thought of my parents. At least, I thought, we will be reunited.

    But at 8 A.M. there was a commotion. I heard shouts, and saw people running every which way through camp. I caught up with my brothers. Russian troops had liberated the camp! The gates swung open. Everyone was running, so I did too. Amazingly, all of my brothers had survived; I'm not sure how. But I knew that the girl with the apples had been the key to my survival. In a place where evil seemed triumphant, one person's goodness had saved my life, had given me hope in a place where there was none. My mother had promised to send me an angel, and the angel had come.

    Eventually I made my way to England where I was sponsored by a Jewish charity, put up in a hostel with other boys who had survived the Holocaust and trained in electronics. Then I came to America , where my brother Sam had already moved. I served in the U. S. Army during the Korean War, and returned to New York City after two years. By August 1957 I'd opened my own electronics repair shop. I was starting to settle in. One day, my friend Sid who I knew from England called me. 'I've got a date. She's got a Polish friend. Let's double date.' A blind date? Nah, that wasn't for me. But Sid kept pestering me, and a few days later we headed up to the Bronx to pick up his date and her friend Roma. I had to admit, for a blind date this wasn't so bad. Roma was a nurse at a Bronx hospital. She was kind and smart. Beautiful, too, with swirling brown curls and green, almond-shaped eyes that sparkled with life. The four of us drove out to Coney Island . Roma was easy to talk to, easy to be with. Turned out she was wary of blind dates too! We were both just doing our friends a favor. We took a stroll on the boardwalk, enjoying the salty Atlantic breeze, and then had dinner by the shore. I couldn't remember having a better time. We piled back into Sid's car, Roma and I sharing the backseat. As European Jews who had survived the war, we were aware that much had been left unsaid between us. She broached the subject, 'Where were you,' she asked softly, 'during the war?' 'The camps,' I said, the terrible memories still vivid, the irreparable loss. I had tried to forget. But you can never forget. She nodded. 'My family was hiding on a farm in Germany , not far from Berlin ,' she told me. 'My father knew a priest, and he got us Aryan papers.' I imagined how she must have suffered too, fear, a constant companion. And yet here we were, both survivors, in a new world. 'T here was a camp next to the farm.' Roma continued. 'I saw a boy there and I would throw him apples every day.'

    What an amazing coincidence that she had helped some other boy. 'What did he look like? I asked. He was tall, skinny, and hungry. I must have seen him every day for six months.' My heart was racing. I couldn't believe it. This couldn't be. 'Did he

    tell you one day not to come back because he was leaving Schlieben?' Roma looked at me in amazement. 'Yes,' That was me! ' I was ready to burst with joy and awe, flooded with emotions. I couldn't believe it! My angel. 'I'm not letting you go.' I said to Roma. And in the back of the car on that blind date, I proposed to her. I didn't want to wait. 'You're crazy!' she said. But she invited me to meet her parents for Shabbat dinner the following week. There was so much I looked forward to learning about Roma, but the most important things I always knew: her steadfastness, her goodness. For many months, in the worst of circumstances,she had come to the fence and given me hope. Now that I'd found her again, I could never let her go. That day, she said yes. And I kept my word. After nearly 50 years of marriage, two children and three grandchildren I have never let her go.

    Herman Rosenblat, Miami Beach , Florida

    This is a true story and you can find out more by Googling Herman Rosenblat as he was Bar Mitzvahed at age 75. This story is being made into a movie called The Fence. http://www.atlanticoverseaspictures.com/herman.htm

  11. What is darkness?

    a) an abscence of light?

    b) nothing?

    c) that which is quote below unquote?

    What is light?

    a) electromagnetic radiation traveling

    at 186.282 point something something

    something something miles per second

    between thirty-eight-hundred and

    seventy-two-hundred kila-hertz?

    b) a flickering flame?

    c) inspiration or hope that quote

    comes from above unquote?

    What is love?

    a) an emotional attraction between

    two persons?

    b) sex?

    c) that which quote comes from above

    unquote?

    What is hate?

    a) an intense dislike for a person

    or thing?

    b) vengeance?

    c) that which quote come from below

    unquote?