MY PERSONAL STORY OF BEING ONE OF LOST SHEEP OF ISRAEL WANDERING IN THE WILDERNESS, AND DRAWN TO CONVERT TO JUDAISM IN THE YEAR 2000 BEFORE FINDING OUT I WAS ACTUALLY BORN JEWISH IN 2020
I guess the subtitle condensed my story, but for those who like the uncondensed version… 🙂
In the year 2000 I happened upon a book called Fossilized Customs by Lew White. I’ll mention now before I forget, I found his name rather interesting and brought it to his attention that “Lew White” is like Levite. Because of Lew’s great influence on waking up the Lost Tribes of Israel and helping pagan Christianity to also wake up and “Come out of her my people” surely he is a special reincarnated soul of YaHavah (YHVH = The Hebrew Tetragrammaton for Allahim’s sacred name). Lew’s soul reincarnated for “such a time as this to help regather the Lost Sheep of Israel, I being one of them.
I grew up in a broken home with divorced parents and never got to know my birth father till I was 25-years-old. My mother was an atheist and claimed, “Man wrote the Bible and I don’t believe it”. My heart hurts just writing those words. I hope she had a change of heart before she died of cancer at the age of 54 without me by her side because she didn’t want me around anymore after I took it upon myself to seek out my father, the man she hated and divorced because he stood up to her inappropriate behavior. He told me the story of the day the proverbial last straw that broke the camels back happened. He and my two half brothers were at the breakfast table. I think my mother was secretly pregnant with me at the time. John was flicking cereal off his spoon at his brother Henry and my Dad said, “Johnny, don’t do that”. He said my mother flew into a rage and said, “DON’T YOU TELL MY CHILDREN WHAT TO DO!” Surely, as her husband it was his duty to be a father to my brothers and instruct them, but my mother with issues didn’t see it that way. My Father replied, “Okay, I won’t”, and then he told me he unceremoniously got up from the table, left the house and never came back. My Father was a very kind and loving person full of hilarious humor. Obviously, he was too good for my Mother, but oh how I’ve daydreamed many times my Mother would have gone into therapy to work out her issues and become a better person and their marriage would have grown and we all would have been an extremely happy family together with lots of love. 🙁 YHVH has a reason for everything in our lives that happens to bring about our destinies.
I never got the chance to know my maternal grandfather. He passed away when my mother was 9 years old. I was never told anything about him, but my grandmother shared a photograph of him and showed me his old violin she had kept after he passed away. In the 30 years she had his violin tucked away in the attic it had dry rotted from the hot summer heat and probably was beyond restoration, but the Prussian soldier on the back of the violin created with wood inlay was still vibrant.
No Kentuckian can ever tell a short story can they? lol Let me get back on track telling the story about my biological grandfather Odes Hall…
When I asked Granny how Odes passed away she told me a different story than his death certificate documented that I uncovered through my ancestry research. I assume she was ashamed about what really took his life so she made up a story to protect his memory?
My grandmother remarried and the only grandfather I knew when I came along in 1964 was affectionately known by the small LaGrange, Kentucky community I grew up in as “Doc Washburn” their local dentist. I spent most of my life being raised by my grandparents. In fact, my mother didn’t want me when I was born and I went straight from the hospital to my grandparents care for the first three months of my life till my mother decided to she’d keep me.
When grandpa Washburn died in 1974 it was the first family death for me and the whole experience got me to thinking about death, afterlife, and “G-d”. Mom had taken me and my half sister of blessed memory to Shelbyville Road Mall where she was looking for a book she wanted from the Walden Book Store. I found a book I wanted to and I asked mother if I could have it. She looked at it and noticed it was a children’s Bible and she asked, “Are you sure you want that?” I emphatically stated I was very sure.
I remember the night my mother told me grandpa had died. Before grandma called with the news we’d had spaghetti for supper and I was so emotionally upset that I became violently ill and the stuffed animal “Mousey” I used to sleep with got covered in spaghetti. I’ll never forget it. I’ll never forget the lonely days ahead after my grandpa of blessed memory had been laid to rest. Memories flood my mind now as tears flood my eyes one more time for his memory. I can see that green suit jacket I wore and remember spending a lot of time outside the Radcliff Funeral home and the side door steps killing time while all the preparations were being made to load grandpa into the hearse to take him to the Valley of Rest that warm November day in 1974.
After grandpa was gone me and grandma grew closer than ever before. I didn’t know how much she needed me cause I was just an unaware kid who was kinda awkward about talking about important things with adults, but my grandmother and I were like best friends and I’ve often said, “We shared a soul”.
I know this story is slow going, but there are so many memories along the way that pop in. Sorry. I’m attempting to create a timeline of events in my life that document a crazy and uncanny Wilderness experience that only “G-d” Himself could have predestined for this lifetime on earth in this year 2020 when we begin to hear the footsteps of coming of the Messiah.
After grandpa Washburn died I’d read my Bible and I remember having my Bible with me on the front lawn of my home and I’d pick four-leaf clovers and save them in pages. I really cherished my Bible with it’s condensed stories from Genesis to Revelation. Yes, it was a Christian religion Children’s Bible. My mother didn’t raise me with any faith. When I questioned her about her faith she told me, “Man wrote the Bible and I don’t believe in it”. That made me sad because I knew in my heart that “G-d” was my friend. I understood that He re-incarnated Himself into human form to redeem us and heal us from our hopeless sinful condition with an amended Covenant. I always wondering why it was called “New Covenant” as if it had been replaced by something completely new. All I saw was “G-d” got fed up with Israel continuing to forsake Him for idols and how strange it was when “G-d” showed up in human form that they who followed after idols happily would then accuse those who believed that the Messiah of idolatry when it was indeed “G-d” come in the flesh to get the job done once and for all.
So, I never had any religious instruction in my youth. It was just me, The Book, and “G-d” alone as my instructor.
TO BE CONTINUED…..19 October 2020