![]() So catholic people were Christians, Christians were catholic. I thought anything that had to do with Jesus and Christianity was catholic. And I’d love to take you to services for shabbat on Friday night.’ So here I was, hearing the name ‘Jesus’, right, who I thought was a catholic priest. He said ‘I’d love to have you over to my house for shabbat dinner. And I said ‘Are you orthodox?’ He says ‘I’m actually messianic.’ I said ‘Messianic, what’s that? What is that? I’ve never heard of it.’ He said ‘Well, we believe in Yeshua.’ I had never heard of that! ‘Who is that?’ He said ‘Well, that’s the Hebrew name for Jesus.’ And I said ‘Forget it! I’ve heard enough.’ He says ‘That’s fine.’ He gave me his name and his number and he told me to give him a call and he said two things to me. And I didn’t know he was messianic at that time, but he had a kippon and tzitzit and I thought he was orthodox and I said to him ‘Hey, you’re Jewish, right?’ He says ‘Yes’. And I said ‘I must have missed something, let me go back and rediscover what I missed, so I can live a fruitful productive life.’ It was during that time of searching for another synagogue that I bumped into a messianic Jew. Because I never paid attention in Hebrew class. And being Jewish, I realized ‘I’ve got to go back to a synagogue, let me go back and find out what I missed’. And it was a very dark time, a very lonely time in my life.Īnd I finally got clean and sober and realised that the only way that I was going to succeed in life, was to have a relationship with God. I have lived in my car for a while, I’ve been to four drug rehabs, two halfway houses and actually a mental hospital, a psychiatric hospital. And just really tried to numb life, I didn’t have any answers to life. Smoking a lot of drugs, a lot of marihuana, a lot of drinking and really didn’t want to follow anybody’s rules. I got involved with the wrong crowd, and started partying. ![]() Life was fine, until I got into middle school and I started really misbehaving. And I lived with my mother growing up and we attended a reformed synagogue, where I would go to Hebrew school and where I was bar-mitzvahed at the age of 13, we celebrated the normal Jewish holidays. My parents got divorced when I was young, I was five years old. And I said ‘God, if You don’t help me, and deliver me from this anxiety and fear, I’m going to take my life.’ …Torment, mental anguish, every single day.
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