Saturday, April 4, 2026

MORNING LIGHT

Sunrise at Zion National Park

There is a notable scriptural and gematria connection between בוקר (bóker), “morning,” which carries a numerical value of 308 and חש (chash), a "listening silence," which also carries a numerical value of 308. 

There is a mysterious connection in the letters חש. Chet (ח) 8 is the "great eight" which has a supernatural nature that I blogged about a few days ago and the Shin (ש) 300 which is the crushing teeth just before the last Hebrew letter Tav, a cross, sign, mark. It is the letter of the Shema (Hear) and Shaddai on Jewish doorposts and gates.

In the beginning, God said, “Let there be light,” That first light filled the lifeless void and “God saw that the light was good (tov).” There is perpetual rejoicing in the "morning light." The gematria of בוקר reminds me that this is not random light; it is measured, intentional light. Morning Light has a special holy quality; it is a time to connect with the Creator of the primordial light. 

When we are חש (chash) “being quiet” in a chosen, focused, listening‑silence, it is what scripture means when it says, “Be silent before the Lord and wait patiently for Him,” “My soul, be quiet before God, for from Him comes my hope,” and “To You, silence is praise, O God in Zion.” 

The חש (chash) “being quiet” is not apathy, not zoning out, not blankness. It is the soul leaning forward. It is the inner posture. It is asking and listening in silence. It is a morning prayer. 

חש (chash) is what I believe these scriptures speak of: “In the morning, Lord, You hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before You and wait expectantly.” I pour out my words, but I do not stop there. I step consciously into חש (chash). That is when the “308”  (chash) of listening‑silence meets the morning “308” (boker) בוקר. I pause. I wait. I expect. I listen for the quiet reply—the thought I did not generate, the Scripture that surfaces, the gentle correction or comfort that feels like it came from outside my own noise. I am listening for the קול דממה דקה (qol demamáh dakáh), the “still small voice. ” Elijah does not meet God in the wind, the earthquake, or the fire, but in a voice of thin silence—a sound that can only be heard in חש. That voice is the God given Morning Light of day aleph, day 1, in our soul. 

Psalm 30.6  describe this 308: 

“My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning.” 

Like the morning watchman straining his eyes for the first light on the horizon; in חש, the soul strains its ears for the first whisper of God’s voice. 

Today is "Resurrection Day." It is the Chet day and Mary at the tomb shows this in story form. Before the rooster crows, “Early on the first day of the week, while it was still dark,” Mary comes to the tomb in tears. She is standing exactly where this meditation lives: between night and morning, between not‑understanding and understanding. Her heart is in חש, grief‑softened, listening‑ready silence into which the risen Lord speaks. There, in the half‑light, she hears a single word—“Mary”—and everything changes. Her resurrection encounter begins not with seeing, but with hearing. The Voice is alive and it knows her name. Matching 308's. The pattern of Genesis 1 becomes personal. “Let there be light” is spoken again—not just over the world, but over our personal darkness. 

I like to think that when we say "Good Morning" (Boker Tov), in some profound way we are celebrating Creation. 

LIFTING UP MAN


This isn’t just a space story. This is a story about civilization and power.

Artemis II’s launch during Passover season, under the Paschal moon, has become an uncanny parable of the present struggle over world order. At the very moment when Jews remember the Exodus and Christians remember the lifting up of the Son of Man, humanity has “lifted up” four astronauts toward the heavens on a vehicle named for a pagan moon‑goddess and branded as the spearhead of a new civilizational era. The timing and imagery are not neutral. They dramatize a clash between two rival grammars of the cosmos: one in which power is secured by ascent, control, and technological reach, and one in which power is revealed through descent, self‑giving, and the blood of a Passover Lamb.

Exodus 7:5—The Egyptians shall know that I am the Lord, when I stretch out my hand against Egypt and bring out the people of Israel from among them.

In Scripture, Passover is a political and cosmic event before it is a private religious one. Yahweh confronts Pharaoh’s world order, judges Egypt’s gods, and redraws the meaning of time itself by resetting Israel’s calendar around the night when blood on doorposts marked out a liberated people. Jesus steps into this feast as both firstborn and Lamb, enacting a second, deeper Exodus. John’s Gospel insists that when he is “lifted up” he will draw all people to himself, indicating the kind of death he would die. The Greek verb there, ὑψόω, names both crucifixion and exaltation. Behind it stands the resonance of the Hebrew verb "Nasa" (נָשָׂא) meaning: to lift, bear, and carry away. On Nisan’s Paschal full moon, the true center of world order is publicly enthroned on a Roman cross.


By contrast, Artemis II embodies a different soteriology (study of salvation). Artemis II's mission is heralded as “historic,” a step toward permanent human presence beyond Earth, a test of systems that will sustain bases on and around the moon. That project is not just technical; it is theopolitical and astropolitical. Whoever writes the rules for cislunar* space effectively scripts the grammar of a new phase of civilization: who may extract, who may settle, who may surveil, whose myths and flags and gods define the story we tell about our species. Artemis, China’s lunar ambitions, and other national projects are therefore not just about science or prestige. They are rival liturgies reaching upward, each an enacted prayer that its civilization’s vision of the good will be inscribed into the heavens.


The Gospel does not deny humanity’s calling to exercise dominion in creation or to explore. But it exposes the idolatry of any ascent that refuses the pattern of the Lamb. Babel is not wrong to build; it is wrong to build a name apart from God. Artemis is not wrong to reach; it is wrong insofar as it imagines that control of orbits and regolith can establish a just cosmos. At Passover, the Creator defines the world’s true order through a path the empires did not anticipate: liberation through judgment borne by Another, victory through apparent defeat, enthronement through crucifixion.


So Artemis II’s launch under the Paschal moon becomes a sign. On one side stands a rocket, a goddess‑name, and a coalition of states struggling to secure the high ground of a coming space‑faring order. On the other stands a Lamb, slain yet standing, whose blood once marked Hebrew doorposts and now marks a multi‑national people. The question is not whether humanity will go to the moon, or even to Mars, but under which lordship we will travel. Will our “lifting up” be another Babel—an anxious project to secure ourselves by grasping height—or will it be received as a gift, folded into the already‑accomplished ascent of the crucified and risen Son of Man, whose cross at Passover remains the one true center of world and cosmic order?

“God reigns over the nations; God sits on his holy throne.” Psalm 47:8


* Cislunar refers to the region of space encompassing Earth, the Moon, and the volume between them, extending just beyond the Moon's orbit. It acts as a springboard to the moon and other ventures.


Tuesday, March 31, 2026

EIGHT IS GREAT


How the Eighth Day Unlocks the Bible’s Supernatural Pattern  

This week’s Torah portion is called Shemini—“Eighth.” It opens, “And it was on the eighth day that Moses summoned Aaron and his sons and the elders of Israel,” the day when the Mishkan finally comes alive and the glory of God appears. The sages say it straight: all that is numbered “seven” belongs to the natural order; “eight” is different. Eight is not normal. It’s not natural. It’s supernatural.  

You can see that principle running like a thread through the whole Bible. A child is born uncircumcised as part of the natural world; on the eighth day his body is marked with a covenant that lifts him into a different kind of relationship with God. Firstborn animals spend seven days with their mothers, then “on the eighth day you may give it to Me”—ordinary livestock becomes dedicated property of the Lord. The Mishkan has seven days of training, but only on day eight does fire fall from heaven and the Presence fill the sanctuary. Sukkot runs its natural seven days; Shemini Atzeret is the eighth day that doesn’t quite belong to Sukkot anymore, a day that stands on its own as intimate, “above‑nature” time with God.  

Later, Chanukah will rehearse the same pattern with eight lights of re‑dedication, and the Gospels will place Yeshua’s resurrection on the “day after the Sabbath”—the biblical eighth day, the first day of new creation. Again and again, Scripture waits until seven is complete and then uses the eighth to say: now this life, this house, this altar, this king, this world belongs to Me in a new way. Eight is great because it is the Bible’s built‑in code for that moment when the natural ends and the supernatural begins.  

The Mystics and the Letter of Life  

The Jewish mystics have been saying this for a long time. Seven, they tell us, is the number of creation, the rhythm of days and weeks, land and labor. Eight is what stands just beyond that closed circle—a number for transcendence, for the moment when God steps in and does what nature on its own cannot do.  

They even see this in the letters. The eighth letter of the Hebrew aleph‑bet is chet (ח). It carries the numerical value 8 and begins the words chai and chayim—life. Mystical writers call chet “the letter of life,” but not just biological existence; life that flows from devotion and covenant. In scribal tradition chet is drawn as a vav and a zayin fused under a single roof, a miniature doorway. Chassidic teaching compares it to a chuppah: two pillars joined under one canopy, with God as the third partner in the union. In other words, the form of chet already preaches the message of eight: a gateway where two ordinary things are joined into a new, dedicated life before God.  

The Mishkan’s story is built on the same timetable. For seven days Moses assembles, disassembles, and anoints; Aaron and his sons stay at the entrance of the Tent, eating their portions and not leaving the sanctuary. Then we read: “It was on the eighth day that Moses summoned Aaron and his sons and the elders of Israel” (Leviticus 9:1). On that day the people bring offerings, the priests raise their hands in blessing, and “fire came out from before the Lord and consumed the burnt offering.” Seven days of rehearsal; the eighth day of reality. Seven days of a tent that is still just a structure; the eighth day when that structure is dedicated and God moves in. That is chanukkat ha‑Mishkan in practice—the dedication of the dwelling place of God.  

The same rhythm shows up in story form. When Samuel visits the house of Jesse, seven sons file past him, and the Lord rejects them all. “The Lord has not chosen these,” Samuel says. Only then does Jesse remember the youngest, the one out with the sheep. The eighth son is brought in, and the prophet anoints him. David’s life becomes one long act of dedication—sometimes faithful, sometimes faltering—but Psalm 8 is his: “O Lord, our Master, how mighty is Your name in all the earth!” The pattern is familiar now. A full, tidy seven that looks complete; then the surprising eighth, the one God actually chooses and sets apart.  

By the time we reach the Maccabees, the word chanukah itself has become the headline. The Greek king has defiled the Temple, sacrificed pigs on the altar, and tried to erase the marks of Jewish dedication—down to building a gymnasium where men compete in the nude so you can see who is circumcised and who is not. The revolt succeeds, the altar is rebuilt, and the sages decreed eight days of celebration for the chanukkat ha‑mizbeach, the re‑dedication of the altar. Why eight? The historical reasons are debated, but the language and the symbolism are not random. There were already eight‑day dedication patterns in the Torah; there was already a number, eight, that meant “beyond nature; fully handed over to God.” The Chanukah lights plug into that current: eight days, eight flames, one more than the natural seven, shining with oil that should have gone out but didn’t.  

So when I say “eight is great,” I am not just being cute. I am naming a pattern the mystics saw clearly and the Scriptures quietly enact. Chet the letter, shemonah the number, chanukah the dedication with eight lights, the eighth day of circumcision, the eighth day of the Mishkan, the eighth son of Jesse, the eight days of Sukkot plus Shemini Atzeret—all of them line up to say the same thing: when seven is finished and something is placed into God’s hands on day eight, it enters a different category of life. It becomes chet‑life, covenant life, supernatural life.  

The Calendar Preaches the Same Sermon  

So far we’ve looked at eight in letters and laws. But the biblical calendar itself is built around eighth‑day time. The appointed times don’t just mark agricultural seasons; they trace out the same movement from seven‑day nature into eighth‑day dedication.  

Take Sukkot. For seven days Israel lives in booths, waves the lulav and etrog, and remembers God’s care in the wilderness. Then the Torah adds one more day: “On the eighth day you shall have a solemn assembly; you shall not do any ordinary work” (Numbers 29:35). That day has a name: Shemini Atzeret—literally “the Eighth Day of Assembly,” or “the Eighth Day of Gathering.” Is it part of Sukkot? Yes and no. It sits immediately after the seven days and is numbered as “eighth,” but the Talmud and later teachers call it “a festival in its own right.” The lulav is put down. The sukkah is on its way out. God says, in effect: Stay with Me one more day. Seven days are the natural feast; the eighth is intimacy.  

The same logic links Pesach and Shavuot. Rabbinic tradition calls Shavuot Atzeret—the closing assembly of Passover. Just as Sukkot has seven days plus Shemini Atzeret on the calendar, Pesach has its seven days, and then, seven weeks later, Shavuot as its “eighth‑day” conclusion. The days of the Omer (seven 7's) become like an extended chol ha‑moed between the opening of redemption at the Exodus and the “eighth‑day” gift of Torah at Sinai. Once again, the pattern holds: seven marks the completed act of deliverance; the eighth space is where God gives Himself more deeply to His people.  

Even the prayers fit this arc. On Shemini Atzeret, we begin to say Mashiv ha‑ruach u’morid ha‑geshem—“Who makes the wind blow and the rain fall”—the formal start of the rainy season in the Amidah. We keep mentioning rain from that eighth day all the way until the first day of Pesach, when we switch to the prayer for dew. The whole winter becomes an “eighth‑day window” bracketed by Shemini Atzeret and Passover: a long season of dependence in which we admit that our crops, our lives, our future are not in our control. Water itself gets pulled into this supernatural schedule.  

Shemini, Passover, and the Eighth‑Day Threshold  

This is why this week’s portion, Shemini, is such a perfect entry point. The word simply means “eighth,” but it is loaded with all of this background.

On the calendar, Pesach is the people’s birthday; Shemini is the Mishkan’s. Both are structured as seven plus an eighth.  

If we pull these threads together, Shemini Atzeret, Parashat Shemini, and Passover form a kind of eighth‑day triangle in sacred time:  

Each one stands at a threshold: the eighth day at the end of a seven‑day feast, the “eighth” festival after a seven‑week count, the eighth day when the Presence of God finally comes to dwell in the Tent. Together they preach the same sermon as chet: seven is the rhythm of creation; eight is the moment when God asks, “Now will you dedicate this time, this space, this people to Me?”  

The Eighth Day in the Gospels  

By the time we reach the Gospels, the stage is already set. The alphabet has taught us that chet is a doorway into covenant life. The calendar has taught us that seven‑day feasts keep spilling over into eighth‑day encounters with God. The Torah has trained us to expect that when the eighth day arrives, something that looked complete will be taken one step further and dedicated to the Lord. So it should not surprise us that the New Testament quietly places Yeshua right into that eighth‑day pattern.  

All four Gospels insist that He rises “on the first day of the week.” The early believers quickly learned to talk about that day in two ways at once: it is the first day of a new week and the eighth day after the Sabbath. If seven is the week of old creation, the day of His resurrection is day one of new creation and day eight beyond the old. On that first/eighth day, John tells us, the risen Yeshua appears to His disciples behind locked doors, speaks peace, and “breathed on them, and said to them, ‘Receive the Holy Spirit.’” It is hard not to hear an echo of Genesis 2, when God breathes the breath of life into Adam, only now it is happening on the eighth day: the Second Adam breathing new‑creation life into a new people.  

John then adds a detail that most of us gloss over: “Eight days later, His disciples were again inside…and Jesus came…and said, ‘Peace be with you.’ Then He said to Thomas, ‘Put your finger here…do not disbelieve, but believe.’” Thomas moves from doubt to the clearest confession in the Gospel—“My Lord and my God.” That shift happens on an explicitly counted eighth day. The pattern from Torah is still running: on day eight, something that was only potentially dedicated is actually handed over. A doubting disciple becomes a believing witness. A frightened group behind locked doors becomes a sent community with the Spirit’s breath in their lungs. The eighth day is when Yeshua’s resurrection life and Yeshua’s Spirit begin to mark out a people the way circumcision, firstborn offerings, and Mishkan fire did in earlier ages.  


When Eight Gets Hijacked  

Whenever God builds a pattern into creation, the occult will eventually try to hijack it. If eight really is “above nature”—if it really is the number of covenant, consecration, resurrection, and the Spirit—then of course dark magic and counterfeit spirituality will reach for the same symbol. You can see it in modern numerology and occult talk about 8 as a number of power, infinity, and “secret energy,” usually detached from the God who actually owns it. You can see it in how people treat any “mystical” number as a tool: a way to pull power down on demand instead of bowing before the One who gives power when and how He wants.  

The New Testament gives us a vivid picture of this impulse in a different form. In Acts 19, Luke tells us about itinerant Jewish exorcists who tried to use the name of Yeshua as if it were a magic spell. They went around saying to evil spirits, “We adjure you by Jesus whom Paul preaches.” These were men who knew the covenant, knew the Scriptures, and had seen real apostolic power. But instead of surrendering to the Lord of that power, they tried to borrow His name as a technique. It did not end well. The demon answered, “Jesus I know, and Paul I recognize, but who are you?” and the possessed man attacked them and sent them out naked and wounded. That story is a warning label for every attempt—religious or occult—to treat God’s name, God’s numbers, or God’s patterns as tools we can wield without actually yielding to Him.  

The same thing happens, in a much sillier way, with the number eight. The occult world loves eight: the lemniscate (∞), octagrams, Ogdoad traditions, endless talk about 8 as a “power number.” Popular culture turns that instinct into a toy. The Magic 8 Ball was born from a fortune‑telling gimmick in Cincinnati and then re‑cased as an 8‑ball to help sell pool tables. On the surface, it’s just a novelty: “for entertainment purposes only.” Underneath, it trains people—especially children—to treat the number eight as a little black oracle you can shake when you want insight into the future.  

I don’t say that to make you paranoid about plastic toys. I say it to underline the contrast. In Scripture, eight is not something we use; it is something we enter. It is God’s day, God’s number, God’s doorway. The eighth day is when He says, “Now it’s Mine”—the child, the firstborn, the altar, the king, the feast, even the Church filled with the Spirit. The occult turns eight into a handle: a way to grab at “infinite energy” or hidden knowledge. The rabbis in Acts tried to use the name of Yeshua like that. Magicians and marketers try to use the number eight like that. But the pattern of Shemini in the Gospels will not let us. The eighth day does not belong to us. It belongs to Him.  

So where does all of this leave us? 

With a simple line that I hope will ring in your ears—eight is great—but it is not ours. It is the Bible’s way of saying “this belongs to God now.”

Epilogue:

"An epilogue is a concluding section added to the end of a book, play, or film that wraps up the story, often revealing the future fates of characters or providing final context."

The bible is an incredible story from the beginning to the Shemini (the Eighth).

Revelation: The Bible’s Eighth Day  

If Genesis opens with the first seven days, Revelation closes with the Bible’s eighth. The sevens in Revelation are everywhere—seven churches, seven seals, seven trumpets, seven bowls—each one a full cycle of history, judgment, or witness. They are the book’s way of saying, “This phase is complete.” But when the last seven has run its course and the last “It is done” has been spoken, John is shown something that does not fit inside the old week at all:  

Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away…” (Revelation 21:1–5).  

That vision is the true eighth day. The old creation has finished its seven‑day story. The Lamb who rose on the first/eighth day of the week now sits on the throne and says, “Behold, I am making all things new.” The river of the water of life flows from God’s throne; the tree of life bears fruit twelve times a year; there is no more curse, no more night, no more temple, because God Himself is the temple and the light. This is what all the earlier eighth days were pointing toward: one final “day after” when the whole world is handed back to God and transfigured.  

Even the "dark side" of Revelation underlines the point. The beast is called “an eighth king” and yet “of the seven,” a fake new beginning that only intensifies the old rebellion and then goes to destruction. The enemy can mimic the pattern of eight, but he cannot create a new creation. Only the Lamb can do that. Revelation is the Bible’s way of saying that the chet‑shaped doorway you have been tracing—from circumcision and firstborn offerings to Shemini Atzeret, from the Mishkan’s eighth day to Yeshua’s resurrection and the breathing of the Spirit—finally opens all the way, and the people of God step through it into a world that will never slip back into the old seven‑day order again.





REMEMBERING LAUGHTER


In Jewish tradition, acknowledging God's will is central, with phrases like Im Yirtzeh Hashem (If God wills it) or B'ezrat Hashem (With God's help) often used to express reliance on Divine providence for future plans. This reflects the belief that while humans have free will regarding moral choices, ultimate outcomes rest in Heaven.

Remembering Laughter

Isaac’s very name means “he will laugh.” In Hebrew, Yitzḥak is rooted in the laughter that greeted the impossible promise: Abraham laughs, Sarah laughs, and then laughs again when the child is born. Isaac is the embodied punchline of grace, the surprise child in whom God stakes His reputation and the future of the covenant.

Isaac’s life turns on two wounds: the day his father tied him to an altar, and the day his son lied to his blind face.

On Moriah, Abraham binds Isaac and raises the knife “for God.” Isaac is innocent, willing, the promised son stretched out on the wood. Abraham’s faith is on trial, but Isaac’s body carries it. He obeys by not resisting. In that place he discovers that life and destiny are not self‑secured; they rest entirely in God’s hands.

God claims him and then gives him back. A ram appears in the thicket. The substitute dies, the son lives, and the promise is laid down and raised up again. The God who demanded everything does not take the boy’s blood. He accepts the son’s willingness and supplies His own offering instead. Isaac learns that even his next breath is sheer provision, not personal possession.


Years later, in a dim tent, the pattern returns from the other side. Isaac is no longer bound, but he is blind. Again he is vulnerable. Again someone he loves uses him “for the sake of the promise.” Jacob covers himself in goat skins, borrows Esau’s scent, and lets his father’s hands and blessing fall on the wrong son by sight and the right son by heaven.

In both scenes Isaac is acted upon. He is tied or tricked, unable to verify reality, trembling under other people’s obedience and schemes. He hardly speaks about either event. Yet through both wounds the covenant moves forward. The knife is stopped, the deception stands, and in the middle—bound on the mountain, blinded in the tent—stands Isaac, the promised life through which God quietly carries the story on.

After Moriah, Isaac lives a strangely quiet life. Abraham’s story dominates before; Jacob’s dominates after. Isaac stays in the land. He reopens his father’s wells instead of carving out empires. He negotiates for water rather than conquering by the sword. He bends easily, avoids direct confrontation, and even lets the blessing pass through him instead of clawing it back when it seems to have gone to the wrong son.

Isaac has learned how little control he has. The near‑death on Moriah, “when the knife touched his neck,” branded him with the knowledge that God can demand everything and still preserve the promise. 

Isaac walks softly. His faith is not loud like Abraham’s “Here I am,” and not combative like Jacob wrestling till daybreak. It is the long, quiet obedience of a man who has already surrendered everything and gone on breathing.

That pattern does not stop with Isaac. On Moriah, a promised son is bound and a ram dies instead. Some Jewish traditions and texts, such as the Book of Jubilees, suggest that the Binding of Isaac (Akedah) took place during Passover, Nisan 14–15, tying Isaac’s near‑sacrifice to the night when death passes over Israel. Centuries later, another willing Son hangs on Passover wood and, this time, the knife is not called back.

At the hinge of that pattern stands Isaac—the overlooked patriarch of the promise. The child of laughter who lay on the wood and found out that his life was never his own. Remember laughter.

If God wills it. אי״ה

Monday, March 30, 2026

PESACH: THE HIDDEN MERCY BEHIND THE PASSOVER


Psalm 51.7—Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean; wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

An Orthodox rabbi and friend called me today to wish me a sweet Passover.  We started to talk. During the conversation he asked me a question thar surprised me. He asked if I knew the meaning of "Pesach." Of course. I answered him with the traditional explanation. Then he said there is another meaning--an older meaning.

The Hidden Meaning of Passover Is More Than Just "Passing Over:

 While we commonly translate the Hebrew word Pesach (פסח) as "Passover," ancient texts and scholars reveal a much deeper, more heart-centered meaning: Mercy.

Early Aramaic translations, such as the 1st-century Targum Onkelos, don't describe a physical "skipping" of houses. Instead, they translate pesach as ve’eychos—meaning "I will have compassion" or "pity." This is echoed in the Mechilta, one of our earliest rabbinic commentaries, which explicitly states: "There is no translation of pesach other than mercy."

This sense of active protection is clarified in Isaiah 31:5, where the same Hebrew root (p-s-ch) describes God defending Jerusalem like "birds hovering." 

so the Lord of hosts will come down
    to fight[b] on Mount Zion and on its hill.
5 Like birds hovering, so the Lord of hosts
    will protect Jerusalem;
he will protect and deliver it;
    he will spare and rescue it.”

Ancient Greek and Aramaic versions often use terms for "shielding" or "covering" rather than just moving past. These sources suggest that God didn't just skip a house to get to the next; He hovered over or stood guard at the entrance to prevent the "destroyer" from entering. Medieval scholars like Saadya Gaon even referred to the Passover offering as the zevach chamlah—the "sacrifice of grace."

Conclusion:

Ultimately, shifting our focus from a physical "passing over" to an act of divine mercy transforms the Exodus story from a historical detour into a profound statement of God’s character. By viewing Pesach through the lens of these ancient traditions, we see a God who does not simply bypass a home, but actively shields it with compassion. It reminds us that the blood on the doorposts wasn't just a sign for a traveler to move on—it was a catalyst for divine protection. At the heart of this foundational festival is the timeless belief that mercy is the ultimate power that breaks the chains of oppression.

JONAH GET'S GETHSEMANE


Jonah 4:3 NKJV —"Therefore now, O Lord, please take my life from me, for it is better for me to die than to live!” 

I grew up with the book of Jonah not as a children’s story, but as a mirror. As a Jew named Jonah, I could never quite escape it. Jonah was not just a prophet in a distant past; he was a question pressed against my own heart: What do you do when God’s mercy runs toward people you’d rather judge? 

For years I circled the obvious lessons—running from God, the great fish, reluctant obedience, the shocking repentance of Nineveh. I thought I knew the book because I knew its plot. But I didn’t really understand Jonah until I laid it alongside another garden, another prophet, and another sentence: “My soul is exceedingly sorrowful, even to death. Stay here and watch.” (Mark 14:34)

In Jonah 4, my namesake sits east of the city under a sukkah he built for himself, watching and hoping for fire. His soul is “exceedingly displeased and angry” because his enemies repented and God spared them. In Gethsemane, Jesus also goes outside the city and is “exceedingly sorrowful, even to death”—but his anguish runs in the opposite direction. Jonah grieves that judgment did not fall on his enemies; Jesus grieves that judgment must fall on him for his enemies.

That contrast finally unlocked Jonah for me.

Jonah’s story shows a prophet whose heart is out of tune with God’s mission. God sends him to Nineveh so that, through a word of warning, a pagan, violent city might repent and live. Jonah goes, but his obedience is thin. When mercy actually arrives, it exposes him. Under his little sukkah of shade, Jonah’s soul is boiling: “Is it right for you to be angry?” God asks, and Jonah essentially answers, “Yes. Angry enough to die.”

Then God says “Should I not pity Nineveh, that great city, in which there are more than 120,000 persons who do not know their right hand from their left?” The God of Israel lays bare his own heart: these enemies are morally blind. They “do not know.” And he pities them.

Personally speaking, for over forty years I carried considerable anger toward a man who had conned my father out of millions, helped shatter my parents’ nearly fifty–year marriage, and brought deep anguish on our family. It was only when my father died at ninety‑three that I finally realized I needed to forgive him.

Back to Gethsemane. There, the greater Jonah is also outside the city, also under the shadow of trees, also facing a moment of judgment and mercy for the nations. But unlike my namesake, Jesus’ troubled soul is not angry at the thought of enemies being spared. He is sorrowful at the cost of sparing them. Where Jonah says, “It is better for me to die than to live” because his enemies were not destroyed, Jesus says, in effect, “I will drink this cup so that my enemies may live.”

This is why Jesus can preach what Jonah could not live: “Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you.” When I put that command from Matthew 5 next to God’s question in Jonah 4, the link became sharp and inescapable: Jesus is inviting us into the very compassion God voiced over Nineveh—over people “who do not know their right hand from their left.” To pray for our enemies is to see them the way God described Nineveh and the way Jesus saw those who nailed him to the cross: spiritually blind, morally disoriented, desperately in need of the mercy they don’t even understand.

As a Jew named Jonah, that realization cut close. All my life I had read my book as if I were standing beside God, tsk‑tsking the prophet’s bad attitude. It was comfortable to treat Jonah as the problem and myself as the reader who had learned better. But when I looked at Jonah through Gethsemane, I had to admit something harder: I am Jonah. I know what it is to feel that certain people, certain groups, certain enemies are too far gone, too dangerous, too undeserving of compassion. I know what it is to be more eager for vindication than for their repentance.

And right at that point, the voice from Mark 14 broke in: “My soul is exceedingly sorrowful, even to death. Stay here and watch.” Jesus invites his disciples—and me—not only to observe his agony, but to stay awake to what it means. In the garden he is doing, from the inside, what Jonah never did: bending his will fully into the Father’s purpose of mercy. Jonah ran from the mission to enemies; Jesus walks into it. Jonah was furious when enemies repented and were spared; Jesus is crushed in soul so that enemies can repent and be spared. Jonah sat under a temporary sukkah waiting for wrath; Jesus, under the olive trees, becomes the shelter where wrath passes over.

Once I saw that, the book that bore my name stopped being just a rebuke and became a roadmap. To understand Jonah, I had to stand in Gethsemane and “stay here and watch” the true Prophet at work. To understand myself, I had to admit that my instinct is often closer to Jonah’s anger than to Jesus’ anguish. And to understand God, I had to receive that his heart has been the same in both stories: slow to anger, abounding in steadfast love, eager to show mercy to those who repent.

So when I read Jonah now, I don’t stop at the fish or the plant or even the city. I follow the line all the way to a Jewish teacher, alone in a garden, whose soul is overwhelmed with sorrow because he has chosen to bear the judgment my enemies—and I—deserved. Only there, at that intersection of Jonah and Jesus, do the lessons of my book finally come into focus.

Conclusion

God knew Jonah when He chose him for this mission, and Jonah knew God well enough to say, “I knew that You are a gracious and compassionate God.” Jonah’s failure does not cancel the mission; it exposes the mercy at its center. When Jesus takes Jonah’s story on His lips and calls it a “sign,” He declares that this reluctant prophet and his repentant enemies still stand in judgment over every generation that refuses to turn. As a Jew named Jonah, I cannot hold this book at arm’s length; my very name reminds me that Jonah is still a sign—first to Israel, then to the gentiles, to the church, and to Jews, like me. 

Judgment day still lies ahead, and final reckoning belongs to the Lord alone. The book of Jonah, which is read on Yom Kippur, reminds us that “we are all called to come to the atonement in repentance" so we may be found written in the Lamb’s book of life.

Chag Pesach Sameach. Happy Passover. Happy Good Friday. 


Saturday, March 28, 2026

THUMBS UP



I noticed my thumb today. Weird thing to notice. But it really is an amazing creation. 

Medically and biomechanically, the human thumb is an outlier: it is uniquely built for powerful and precise grip, and losing it compromises an enormous share of hand function.

Researchers in hand surgery and rehabilitation often estimate that the thumb accounts for roughly a third to nearly half of functional hand capacity, which is why thumb loss is described as “quite literally losing one’s grip.”

Given all that, it is striking—but not surprising—that Scripture uses the thumb as a key anatomical “handle” for talking about consecrated action and, in judgment texts, the removal of a person’s practical power to act. The human thumb lands right at the intersection of biology and biblical theology.

The human thumb is mentioned in the Bible, primarily in the Old Testament, often to signify consecration, service, or punishment. It is mentioned in contexts involving priestly ordination rituals (Leviticus 8:23-24) and the punishment of capturing enemies by cutting off their thumbs and big toes (Judges 1:6-7).

Consecration and the thumb are deliberately linked in Scripture: the thumb marks a life set apart for holy work, and its loss marks the stripping away of power to act at all.

The thumb is singled out as the “master digit” that makes the hand truly useful, symbolizing work, craftsmanship, and service under God’s authority. Marking the thumb with blood says that every act, every tool grasped, every blessing given or judgment rendered by that hand is now priestly, not private property.

Theologically, the thumb keeps pointing you back to a single question: whose work are these hands really doing?

In that frame, blood on the thumb says that every act of ministry, judgment, blessing, or daily labor performed by that hand belongs to God.

I think every casual "thumbs up" can be a tiny liturgy, a quiet reminder to look up and ask if the work of our hands is consecrated?”

Makes me want to consider "high five." LOL.