Sunday, 23 December 2012

The Roots of Christmas; Wrap up

There is no doubt that Yeshua HaMessiah was born.
That He was born of a virgin Jewish girl between the age of 13 to 16 or 17.

Yeshua was raised in a middle class Jewish family, with younger half brothers and sisters, traded in the craft of his step-father.

At age 30, Yeshua left His home and became a travelling Rabbi, teaching and preaching, training His followers and at some point, even His widowed mother joined him in his travels.
He was a respected rabbi, honoured by even non-Jews because of His kindness to even them.
He was put to death and burial in the matter of the Jews, though hurried because it was Passover.
Yeshua died during Passover, rose from the death on the feast of First Fruits, when the first fruits of the wheat harvest was offered. But when was He truly born?
Well, the math is simple:
If Yeshua was 33 and 1/2 years old when put to death on Passover, which is late March or early, then counting back six months finds us in later September, early October, during the Feast of Booths. Which means Gabriel appeared in December, during Hanukkah. Miriam (Mary) conceived Messiah in her womb in December; this is not the month she would give birth.
 So, I found my answers; Yeshua, born of a Jewish, raised in a Jewish home and laid to rest as a Jewish, remains a Jew.
The study of Christmas and its true meaning leads to me to the conclusion that, while meaning, removes Yeshua from His Jewish roots. The central message of the Gospel is not the birth, but the Death, Burial and Resurrection of Messiah. It is His death, not His birth that is the heart of the message.
I still love this time of the year. While Mark and I do not celebrate Christmas, we still can find joy in the season. G-d use both nature and culture to teach us about Him self and others. The winters winds indeed slow down our pace, and we can use these to draw us closer to friends and family, to tell stories, share our goods with others, for fun and fellowship.
I still have fond memories of days gone by, but find myself truly enjoying the Feast of the L-rd, Shabbat and the lovely scents and sounds of Hanukkah
We as Jews are commanded not to learn the way of the heathen. So that we do not fall away from the G-d of Abraham.  My careful study leads me to believe Christmas still a pagan holiday and not of G-d.
But that is MY Truth.
To redeem means to return someone or something to its original state, not change its meaning to suit ourselves. The Tree of Life was a fruit tree; the evergreen tree don't bear fruit, but berries that are deadly when eaten.
By the same token, I do not believe that means we who do not celebrate the Yule Time are to cut ourselves off from those who do. G-d shines the truth in our lives as we can handle it. My mother still celebrates Christmas and I respect her choice. And she not only understands my reasons for not celebrating Christmas, she respects them. And what wonderful times we still share during this time of year.
Nor is there anything wrong with tradition; as long as it doesn't counter Torah. And again, that is a truth each of us must come to.

 
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