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|    Branch of Enoch to All    |
|    The Gospel of Tarcisius (1/4)    |
|    28 Mar 17 18:34:41    |
      From: karaitenoahide@gmail.com              The Gospel of Tarcisius       Do you think there is a resurrection in the future, Nicodemus asked Jesus one       day. Jesus looked at the Rabbi. Some say I am the Christ. I descend from       Zerubbabel, who built the second temple. Surely my bloodline is messianic.       What do you think? Nicodemus        considered that. It is true. Zerubbabel has been considered a messianic       figure. Art thou of the House of Christ, then? Jesus replied, It could well       be. In my deeds and actions I follow the exmple of the prophets in their       utterances. I attempt to be        Christ-Like, and follow the figure the Son of God truly should. This has been       the purpose of my Gospel ministry in many ways. A son of Israel, with God, who       is our heavenly father, as Malachi the prophet teaches. If King David, as the       psalm recalls, can        be called the firstborn Son of God, should not I, Jesus of Nazareth, with a       comprehensive ministry of Gospel truth, should not I, descendant of David,       descendant of Zerubbabel, attempt to be Christ, if such a thing were       available. I can not say with        absolute truth that I am Christ, but I know my disciples often think this, and       at times I do not disuade them from that, as I do like the glory of the idea.       Who wouldn't? A Christ could be born in every generation, couldn't he?       Jeremiah taught that there        would always be available to the House of Israel someone to sit on the throne       of King David, and for Levitical priests to offer sacrifices. I am attempting       that idea – to be the Levitical Priest and Christ of David, and offer my own       life in sacrifice.        Is that noble? Or is it vanity? And the sacrifice I offer is my own life, and       my own ministry, and my heart, flesh, blood and soul. I offer it for my       followers, a dear bride to me, for such is my love and affection for them. It       is birthed, these truths,        in scriptural principles. In ideas of the Holy Torah. It may not be the       purpose of the Torah in every way, but it has been a source of inspiration for       these ideas none the less, even if in my own way and own understanding which I       do pray is acceptable to        God, as I pray the words of my mouth and meditation of my heart always will       be. These words I say to you, they are inspired from the Covenant of God, the       Rainbow itself is a heart of my words in my own way, for even in Holy Noah do       I find inspiration and        words of truth. But what can I say? Maybe I am a heretic, Nicodemus. A poor       fool. A Christ complex perhaps, and nothing more. But, if in my foolishness I       can draw men to God, and give them life and meaning, and be a holy way to the       Father, perhaps such a        fool I should become? How do you say? Nicodemus looked at him. Can we not all       be holy fools at time, dear Jesus of Nazareth. We are only human, aren't we?       Only human. Jesus stood there. A resurrection is a possibility. I can not say       with absolute        certainty, for the scriptures are the true word of God, but I sometimes ask       how Isaiah came to his words, and whether his own heart had much of a say in       the making of things. Perhaps resurrections of the dead in a future kingdom of       Glory can not really,        truly be. And life, this thing called life, just rolls on and on, through       time, world without end. Amen. But maybe, just maybe, in the dim and distant       future, at the end of the Age, maybe then there will be a resurrection of the       dead. Maybe I will be        received in glory that day, when God Almighty judges mankind, and the trumpet       rings out and the holy angels call God's own chosen people home, who have       served him throughout the age. It is something I shall teach, a second coming       if you like, to my        followers, and I think I shall, for I shall defend what the scriptures say,       regardless, for verily they must be kosher, mustn't they? But of the truth of       things, well, what is truth? What is truth? And they sat, and watched the       Jordan flow on by, and        were at peace in the heart of the Kingdom of God.                     [continued in next message]              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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