Midweek Mental Meanderings

 

    I wish I was walking on the path, approaching the Holy City, but instead, I'm here at home, thinking about my beloved grandson who has been visiting me every day since the school holidays started, except today -  because his dad has now finished work for the year.

    There are little reminders of him everywhere, fortunately for me.

Starting at sundown last night, today is the 48th Yartzheit of my maternal grandfather. This year is the first year we are doing this for my deceased family members. It is such a wonderful way to keep the memory of loved ones alive. The Jewish people are really onto something good here.

    The Greatest Jew of all time, Yeshua HaMashiach, also told us, through telling His disciples at the last supper, that we should do this (the blessing over the bread and the wine - Kiddush - at Pesach), to remember His death till He comes again. If it was good enough for Yeshua, it's good enough for me.

    Since I am not born Jewish, you may wonder how I came to be doing this. It started during the month of Elul, when I found myself repenting for not fulfilling promises I made to people. It's taken me all these years to finally realise how important our words are, especially when we make a commitment to someone. 

    One of the things that G-d brought to my attention was the pledge I had made to my parents to come to East London (from Johannesburg, where I was living at that time) for my paternal grandmother's funeral in the 80s. I didn't.

So, I said to G-d: How can I rectify that now? He answered me with the idea of doing Yartzheit for her. Of course, I couldn't only do it for her, so I collected all the dates of deceased elders and I shall soon be adding to the list.

    So, Grandpa Bosch, we remember your life today. I wish I had known you for longer. I was only 11 when you died. But I pray that as we remember you and revive your legacy today, that it will be a blessing to us and all future generations, as we elevate your neshamah.

    I'm just beginning to learn the beauty and depth of being grafted in to Israel, for being allowed the privilege of being one of those clinging to the tzitzit of the Jew.

    Thank you Rabbi Shapira of ahavatammi.org

thank you Giborah McDonald of Beit Echad - https://www.facebook.com/nwmessianiccommunity