Sermons

Lower on the Temple steps, stood One of the Scribers whose duty was to oversee the content of the scrolls that is Kiddush and properly arrayed for the Cantor to exemplify the ancient words of Adonai so that when the High Priest came into the Temple to exult the Name of the Most High God, and to bless the King of Kings, the King of the Universe, then it would have been readily prepared, so that the Temple keepers need not to run back and forth to fetch additional scrolls in lieu of the text previously prepared for the evening prayer. It was after a day's work, the shift was just about to begin.

The freshly prepared and ritually sanctified Ceremonial Levites were on their way to enter into the Sanctuary following after their group and team leaders, as well as the squad leaders carefully, so that they will not mess up the unfinished work from the previously called up shift, while participating in their collectively esteemed Vesper and the Recline, which is almost equivalent to the morning prayer. That was because when the Sun sets at the Horizon, right at the moment the Temple will be lifted up, as if though the switch to the light had been turned on by the fingers of G-d, instead of the consecrated devotional response to the exultations blasts of the Shofar when the High Priest and his cohorts of Priests and Levites took their positions and silently to quiet the irregularity of the footsteps of many observers, pilgrims, and bystanders on the Temple Court outside of the Holy of Holies.

The sky has once again blended with golden rays, emerging with the colorful clouds all around the hilly tops of Mountain Zion. Out at the Shepherd's field herds of sheep, cows, lambs, birds and swallows and eagles were all coming together getting ready for another day before the evening comes around! Bedouins set up new tents for the night. Women were all working together to bake the pita bread, the mutton, and beef once the Priestly duty to the Book of Moses were been observed and performed, the fragrance of roasting the meat and all kind of fragrant spices enticing the Shepherds and the travelers steps up their cadences moving toward the tents where another getting together for the starry night will again usher in the mysterious dreams once in the wilderness of Han, the brilliant fiery torch pillars that had led the footsteps of their ancestors to leave Egypt. That was the night of Passover in the Book of Moses. Tonight, it is a different night, when the breeze came through the Great Sea that once had hampered their movements and now deemed to be their real guard to wade off all the would be contenders from the Sea. Once an important border, now a stretch of landing zone for many to claim and to celebrate their long lasting journey overseas across the board. .

The serene and the alarming notes blew out of the trumpet and the loud speakers intermingled with the dropping of the shells and the cross fires of machine guns kept up with the hands of the conductors. Shaking off the dusts and shockingly aligned with the parapets of one's fox holes were the soldiers awaiting for dawn. Victory claims the sacrifices of many, nonetheless, the field manual demands many to stay to the end to behold the moment of seized peace. Was it not the Harktiva that resembled the Star of David that made us a band of soldiers? Was it not that the Star of Bethlehem that granted us our dreams for a prophecy to come to pass when Jacob saw it from afar? Herod the Great was troubled by the story of the 3 Wiseman from East, nonetheless, the Emperor of the Far East was truly shocked by the appearance of the Stars that he had to dispatch the best of his horsemen and charioteers to go West to seek out the result to his riddle. Although it was not foretold, yet, his curiosity cannot keep Him in balance with the once would have been the indicator of his reign.

Tonight, for the first time, he could release himself from the answer expectantly received from the Imperial Office of Astronomer in Court. Upon the decree of the Court in Heaven that the New King will be born to the Western World!

Long Live the King. For

Ten Thousand Years, to

Ten Thousand Years, as much as

Ten Thousands Ten Thousand Years!

Shall Courtesans' wishes to their Sovereign

Bestow additional blessings upon the Emperor!

Obviously, the Astronomers would have their gratitude blessed from the King, so also the Court officials will have their early morning counsels be summoned to discuss and to expunge the potential disturbance of the Imperial Court. By then, the horsemen and charioteers had been long gone, on their way to find the New Born King.

The timbers of great price and value are still coming in from the hilly regions of Lebanon. Such a fine textual and its sear size only the fertile soil with water rich formations can supply and support the deeply rooted trees to stand erecting tall and strong. All over the hill tops were busy workers trimming and cutting the wood of their choices. Just ask, and it will be done. No questions can be raised about the craftsmanship of their ancestral trades. The Olive oil was just about a pint in the hands of the candle holder. It was not that he would not want to bring more than enough to fill the lamp. But, there was all that had been kept for so long to last until this time. Light perpetual must be kept on at all times, and this instruction did not come with but, if, also, and, the conjunctions that can mandate it otherwise. He carefully poured the oil from its jar, as long as it was dripping or dropping or drooping the oil, even one drop can mean economically efficient and financially worth a while. Long waiting period of time has to be shifted and transformed to some other postures to better utilize the task of lighting the lamp.

By putting the sum of gold coins that dollars or shillings could not have amended the costs, considering all that clusters of jewelry boxes, and the tender ointment filled beyond the fuller jars can hold, the future admitted to us a priceless ceiling even the elites would not want to find out, was the ransom. Send vividly my now relinquished wasteland and the fragrantly smelling condiments of assorted plants of that zeal embraced facilities when they had to be putted into its cubical like bus. Never again will we see . . .

The soils that had many of our sweats and tears knead together with an unction that an elite kept them on their quests for justices needed quite a while back like an eagle's nest tossed as forcibly as a branch of bushes. For each and every custom, a weightier one than before, must one present in order to quench the offenses of the local officials whose sole duty was on the route. By the way to liberty and to perpetual freedom, that links the adobe to the airport, the beach head to the hearth of the den, one must trod, like unto a passion, so must . .

Yeshua Ha' Messiah walked alone the path of 'Via Dolorosa' to hold up the redemptive ransom of the humankind, in a rather unlikely fashion to pay with the only sinless life of his own for the Sins of the World. So he stepped forward directly to the official that was so Gigantic and now so small, for the family to cross that post. It was to work to pay; here is to pay to work. Still nothing could be left behind. All must go, but where to? To Jerusalem one must go. . .