52 years old, Jewish, Hebrew literate (with vowel points), 6’7″ tall, about 300 pounds, cleft lip, skin on my feet (and inner wrists) which peels like snakeskin, graduated Magna Cum Laude from the University of Pittsburgh in ’96 with a dual major in Business and Accounting, passed the CPA exam in 1999, tattoo free, no pork, no alcohol, no drugs, never been in trouble with the law, child of divorce, divorced myself, son of a lawyer and a former CPA (my career went ‘Flight 93,’ but God works in mysterious ways), my Biblical journey has now consumed, in one form or another, the last twenty three years of my life.
Blood: 25% German, 25% Hungarian, 25% Russian, 25% Ukranian, 100% Jewish, 100% American and, as such, 100% fed up.
Everything I once had (my life) came crumbling down like WTC 7 on 9/11, or in Pittsburgh relevant terms, like Three Rivers Stadium which said ‘bye-bye’ earlier in that same year on 2/11 – only in slow motion. There is really no way to explain it, and even less of a way to believe it – but it’s as true as true can be.
Imploded.
I should note, furthermore, that my birthday falls on the western calendar equivalent of the Jewish Day of Atonement, Yom Kippur, the 10th day of the 7th month, and that I was firmly planted in my mommy’s ‘belly’ when A) Franco Harris ‘scooped’ up the Immaculate Reception in Pittsburgh and then, B) about a month later when Roe v. Wade became ‘Law of the Land.’ (my then family ended up moving to Pittsburgh in June of 1978 from Connecticut, making Pittsburgh my hometown, even though I have since forth moved elsewhere)
Grand cosmic coincidences, or Grand giant warning from Above?
When it comes to certain matters like high voltage lines, railroad crossings, nuclear waste, poisons, corrosive acids, fire, drinking and driving, spitting in God’s face… – ‘Better safe than sorry.’
My life, my situation, no joke here, is quite literally as serious as a heart attack. Something is horribly, horribly wrong. You have to see it to believe it, because, quite frankly, it is actually unbelievable. Like looking into some kind of a ‘straight out of a science fiction novel’ abyss.
I’m really nothing but a walking, talking heart attack at this point – the damage has been that severe. It’s no joke.
I’ve spent lots and lots of time connecting dots. The ultimate conclusion, were I to speak it honestly and openly, is lunatic asylum territory. Been there, done that – so I’ll just keep, my big yap hole shut.
I’ve typed up (and numbered) the entire 5 Books of Moses, as well as both video recorded readings (twice) and hand-written all 31 chapters of Proverbs.
Lots of Torah, lots of Psalms, some Isaiah, some Jeremiah, some Job, little bits of others throughout – and lots and lots and lots of Proverbs. I’ve read a pretty significant portion of the entire Book from cover to cover through the years – I just always gravitate back to the same parts.
Any way you look at it, I’ve spent a pretty impressive amount of time within the pages of my Book – it kinda sorta just pumps through my veins at this point.
My entire religious journey began back in 2002 when I read a paper online written by a Reverend William A. Williams entitled ‘The Evolution of Man Scientifically Disproved in 50 Arguments.’ Just one argument is all it took, the first one: the population of mankind. The population of mankind is impossibly low if the evolutionary model as proposed by science is even remotely true – by a large, large margin.
Impossibly low – without any question.
If evolution is a lie, then Creation must be true by default and since Creation must be true then God must be very real and very present – not billions of years and light years distant. As such, I began to think, I should probably pay attention to what He has to say. Life had kind of backed me into a corner at that point back in 2002, I had lots of motivation to pay attention, plus, I’m just kind of ‘tuned’ for this kind of stuff – kind of a natural direction for me to go.
This realization (Creation) caused a very fundamental shift in my way of looking at the world and life and events – kind of like someone flipping a light switch.
So, I opened my eyes, and I started to think.
I’m Jewish, but don’t subscribe to the generally accepted organized template. I might be the only Jew in the trailer park. As such, I pretty much just keep my religion to myself in the public square. Besides, organized religion makes me uncomfortable – and it’s private.
Jewish, 52 years old, 6’7” tall, about 300 lbs, cleft lip, skin on my legs, feet and wrists that peels like a snake, former CPA, child of divorce and divorced myself, my life and everything in it has been slowly, painfully and mercilessly ripped away as if by an invisible black hole. Nothing comes out when it should, and lots comes out when it shouldn’t. I don’t know if my father is my father, or if my son is my son, but one thing is very clear, there is something very deep, dark and nasty wrong with my life.
Just like the circumstances surrounding the collapse of WTC 7 on 9/11.
As compassionate as Stage 4 brain cancer.
Seeing is believing, so help me God.