It is Friday, June 2, 2023.

While I love writing and this blog keeps me reading God’s word and asking questions, I’m considering switching my writing format. I’ve written a book (don’t get excited – it’s maybe 150 pages) and I need to tidy it up a bit. So, this blog is suffering from lack of attention. God is leading. I just am unsure exactly where we are going!

The Hebrew Gospel of Matthew, chapter thirteen
Heavenly Father, I promised to write for you, but I also do as you lead. Reveal to us the meanings in your word, I ask. In the wonderful name of Yeshua, I pray. Amen.
The setting of chapter thirteen was Capernaum, the village where Yeshua lived. He taught as many as would listen and obey. Then, he began teaching in parables, stories, that were comparisons to everyday life. He likened the spiritual realm to the earthly realm. He taught in a manner that confused those who had their hearts set against him. Then, in private, he revealed his meaning to his disciples.
And there was another parable before them – he said, “The heavenly kingdom is like a man who sowed good seed in his field. But while the men were sleeping, his enemies came and sowed thistles upon it – among the wheat – and went away. And when the plants grew up and produced fruit – then the thistles were seen among the wheat.
So the servants came and said to the master, ‘Did you yourself not sow good wheat in your field? If so, who sowed thistles upon it?’
And he said to them, ‘The enemy-man did this thing.’
So the servants said, ‘Do you want that we should go and gather it?’
But he said: ‘No, that you do not root up the wheat with the thistles. Leave everything until the harvest. And at the time of the harvest, I will say to the reapers, ‘First gather the thistles, and bind them in burdens and burn them, but gather the wheat into my granary.’”
from hebrewgospels.com, Matityahu, page 43, translation by the Van Rensburg family
You might have noted that this translation uses the word thistles instead of tares. I’ve got to say that I think Yeshua meant tares. Thistles were a general description of weeds or unwanted weedy plants.
But what strikes me about the stories in this gospel of Matityahu, Matthew, is that it is so clear that once Yeshua, Jesus, tested the hearts of his listeners, he made firm decisions about each one. He knew which ones would obey, and which ones were dead set to be trouble makers among the disciples.
He did not waste a lot of time going after those who heard the truth and plainly rejected it. He does still go after sinners when there is but a tiny glimmer of hope.

Life in the hollow, Friday
This spring, starting a few days before Passover, I have had visions and dreams frequently.
I see a being whom I associate with a spiritual image of Yeshua, Jesus. He is a quiet angel. He is tall and strong and wears a white robe with a wide gold belt. He is gold and white. He usually keeps the back hem of his garment tucked into the front of the belt, making the robe look more like pants. When needed, he becomes a dark-haired, bearded, man in colorful clothes who teaches. And sometimes he dresses like a laborer – cotton pants and loose white shirt.
At 6:30 this morning, he was an angel. He dissolved into my physical body, and came back out with a little spirit girl. In the flesh, I was lying down and very, very still. I saw through the little spirit girl’s eyes. He hid the little spirit girl inside of himself, inside his chest, where it looked like a misty room. He carried her to the throne of God, and presented her/me to God our Father. God the Father was so very kind. I saw just a fleeting glimpse of a face, if it was indeed his face, I saw it and not very well, but I knew he had a beard. He took me, the little spirit girl, into his arms and sat me on his lap. He spoke some words I cannot remember, I only remember that I love him a lot and that I was in awe the whole time. He touched me on my forehead, saying that he was giving me something. I did not see anything around him because it was all misty.
Yeshua took me, the little spirit girl and carried her back to my cabin. Here, four angels took charge of the little spirit girl. They carried me upwards, to a place where they washed me from head to toe in light that looked like water. Then they made a bridal gown appear on me and carried me back to Yeshua. Yeshua was not waiting for me but he was seated on a throne. I seemed to believe that Yeshua was busy judging, and sentencing or rewarding all life. I watched him take one day to do the work of judgment that it would have taken an ordinary man several lifetimes to do.
As I wrote the above in my journal, I heard his voice say, “Abba and I are making decisions now.”
I was then taken to a house in an arid place. Yeshua, the man, was carried to me by the angels. He appeared to be physically and emotionally drained by the work of judgment. He was troubled and in deep thought. He collapsed onto a bed-like pallet on the floor. For two weeks, he needed my assistance to stay hydrated, to move about, and to eat a little. I stayed there, praying for him and assisting him however he asked. Such was the emotional trauma of passing judgment on those he called his “children”.
After two weeks, in the vision, he raised up and moved about and ate and drank on his own. During the time when he rested, the earth became a place filled with God’s glory.
At the end of the vision, I stepped out of that house into a glorious world. The air was so fresh that breathing it healed me. Plants and trees had been growing. Animals grazed. Birds sang loudly.
I walked back to my cabin and laid down inside my flesh body.
I have no interpretation for the vision.
God bless you dear reader.