Thursday, September 27, 2012
Confused and Hungry at Wednesday Night Church (on Yom Kippur)
Yes, I was at church on Yom Kippur. Went to the men's group. I don't know if it was the hunger or what but I shared information about myself freely when asked. I think they got the impression that I had never heard the gospel message because several guys started talking about how Jesus died on the cross for our sins. And I realized "Whoops, they must think I'm not a Believer." And so I mentally reviewed what had been said to try to ascertain where they got that impression. Was it that I had mentioned that I didn't hear G-d when I prayed (as in an actual voice)? Was it that I hadn't been to church in a long time? Was it that I met my wife at Messianic Synagogue? Was it that I had said I didn't understand the discussion question in our workbook that asked "In what ways are you investing in eternity?" Was it that I had said I didn't understand the idea of laying up treasures in heaven, how it seemed puzzling given we wouldn't need to buy anything?
I thought to myself "It must be that bit about the discussion question" They must've gotten the wrong idea when I said I didn't understand the question about "investing in eternity".
And then a gentleman started asking me a series of puzzling questions:
"You believe Jesus in heaven, right?"
I thought about it for a moment. "I think so...yes?"
"He's not in the physical realm, correct?"
"Well, yes, he must be...He's flesh and blood..."
"Let me ask you this: is He still in the tomb?"
"I don't know...I believe He's G-d..."
"No, no, no. Is He still in the tomb?"
"G-d is omnipresent..."
"Is He in the tomb?"
"Yes. He's G-d and G-d is omnipresent so--"
"Did He ascend?"
"Where did He go?" Now the gentleman was smiling. But I found this all to be very confusing.
"He went up to heaven, didn't He?"
"Not exactly. He left His Spirit."
"But they couldn't see Him anymore could they?"
"Well, I can't see G-d in this room but I know that--"
"But He disappeared, didn't He? He's not with us, is He?"
Mercifully, at this point, our time was up. Everyone had to go pick up their children. I sighed as I left the room because I didn't understand what that gentleman was talking about. I chalked it up to being tired from the Yom Kippur fast.
Maybe things will make more sense next time when I have some food on my stomach. : /
Posted by Peter at 11:27 AM