My son loves drums & we couldnโt afford drums at the time. He made some & was learning from worship bands on YouTube & the dude had long hair ๐
This world has an unspoken agreement with pastors.
When you violate this agreement, all HELL will breakout against you. However, it will also be the moment all of HEAVEN breaks loose in your church.
@BrooksAustinBA help me please. Not being negative; simply myopic on this scenario. How do I see the differences in starting Fazion vs the prior expectations of starting Nico?
The men who arrested Jesus in the garden of Gethsemane marched Him through the night to the house of one man: Joseph Caiaphas, the high priest of Israel. It was Caiaphas who presided over the trial, Caiaphas who tore his robes and cried blasphemy, Caiaphas who declared that Jesus deserved death. And it was Caiaphas who, according to John, had already told the council months earlier that it was better for one man to die for the people than for the whole nation to perish, words the Gospel calls an unwitting prophecy.
For nearly two thousand years, Caiaphas existed only in texts: the Gospels and the historian Josephus, who confirms his name and his years in office. Then, in November 1990, workers were building a water park in the Peace Forest, just south of Jerusalem's Old City. Heavy equipment broke through the ceiling of a hidden burial cave that had been sealed since the first century.
Inside was a family tomb from the very generation of Jesus. And among the limestone bone boxes, called ossuaries, one stood out immediately. It was the most ornate ever found in Jerusalem, carved with intricate rosettes, the box of a wealthy and powerful family. Scratched into its side, in Aramaic, was a name: Joseph, son of Caiaphas. Inside were the bones of a man about sixty years old.
Understand what an ossuary is, and why this find was even possible. For roughly a single century, from about the time of Jesus' birth to the destruction of Jerusalem in AD 70, Jerusalem's Jews practiced secondary burial: the body was laid in a tomb for a year, and after the flesh had gone, the bones were gathered into a carved stone box. This custom pins the tomb precisely to the Gospel era. The man in that ornate box was laid to rest by hands that lived through the events of the New Testament.
The identification fits from every angle. Josephus gives the high priest's full name as Joseph, called Caiaphas, matching the inscription exactly. The extraordinary wealth of the ossuary fits the high priestly aristocracy. The age of the bones fits a man who held power for eighteen years, one of the longest tenures of any high priest of the era, and who would have died in the decades that followed. The tomb sat in the necropolis of Jerusalem's elite.
Honesty requires saying that a minority of scholars have questioned the identification. The tomb itself is relatively modest compared to some priestly tombs, and the name Caiaphas, while rare, was not unique. The majority position among archaeologists is that this is indeed the family tomb of the high priest of the Gospels, but it rests on the convergence of strong evidence rather than a formal title carved in stone. Said plainly: it is very probably him, and certainly his family.
Now hold the two images side by side, because this is where the find becomes a sermon. Caiaphas was the most powerful religious figure in Israel. He wore the sacred vestments, controlled the temple, commanded the council. On that night, Jesus stood before him bound, spat upon, condemned, seemingly powerless. Caiaphas judged the Son of God and sentenced Him to death, then went on with his life, secure in his authority.
Two thousand years later, the judge's bones sat in a box under a construction site for a children's water park, discovered by accident, catalogued by archaeologists, his power reduced to an artifact in a museum drawer. And the man he condemned? His tomb is empty. It has been empty since the third day. The whole world knows His name, and hundreds of millions call Him Lord. The high priest sentenced Jesus to death; death could not hold Jesus, and it held Caiaphas completely.
There is one more layer. As high priest, Caiaphas' most sacred duty came on the Day of Atonement, when he alone entered the Holy of Holies to offer blood for the sins of the people, year after year, a sacrifice that always had to be repeated. The letter to the Hebrews says the true High Priest is Jesus, who entered once for all with His own blood and sat down, because the work was finished. Caiaphas condemned the very sacrifice his own office had pointed to for centuries. His last act as the Bible's final significant high priest was, without knowing it, to send the true Lamb to the altar.
To the world, the Gospel trial is a legend, its characters inventions. But the governor who washed his hands left his name on a stone in Caesarea, and the priest who tore his robes left his bones in a box in Jerusalem. The record keeps proving true, and it keeps preaching: every earthly power that set itself against Jesus is now dust and artifacts, and He is alive.
Where you stand with Him is the only verdict that will outlast your own ossuary. Caiaphas asked Jesus, "Are you the Christ, the Son of the Blessed?" The question echoes down to every one of us. He is. Answer wisely.
Jesus is the great High Priest and the risen Lord. Thank You, Jesus.
I needed to hear this today ๐
A pastor asked an older farmer, decked out in bib overalls, to say grace for the morning breakfast.
"Lord, I hate buttermilk", the farmer began. The visiting pastor opened one eye to glance at the farmer and wonder where this was going.
The farmer loudly proclaimed, "Lord, I hate lard." Now the pastor was growing concerned.
Without missing a beat, the farmer continued, "And Lord, you know I don't much care for raw white flour". The pastor once again opened an eye to glance around the room and saw that he wasn't the only one to feel uncomfortable.
Then the farmer added, "But Lord, when you mix them all together and bake them, I do love warm fresh biscuits. So Lord, when things come up that we don't like, when life gets hard, when we don't understand what you're saying to us, help us to just relax and wait until you are done mixing.
It will probably be even better than biscuits. Amen."
Within that prayer there is great wisdom for all when it comes to complicated situations like we are experiencing in the world today.
Stay strong, my friends, because our LORD is mixing several things that we don't really care for, but something even better is going to come when HE is done with it.
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The Cross was not the end. The tomb was not the victory. He endured the darkness so that the light could break through. โ๏ธ๐ฅ
The story continuesโฆ and this time, we witness the power of the Resurrection.
Are you ready for The Resurrection of the Christ? YES or NO? ๐โค๏ธ
@ericmetaxas hope you see this. I keep watching BONHOEFFER multiple times. Each time I am cut in heart to ask myself if I am living with evidence of dying to self. Going to purchase โThe Cost of Discipleshipโ how different is the recent edition with your forward vs 1963?
@BoCamaro@antibearthesis Did you see Elonโs plans for the Terafab company and building for AI chips in Texas? The joint venture between Tesla and SpaceX and how much he says SpaceX one invest in it?
@Callen_ma_toAM@BoCamaro@JMBullion Thank you for exposing and sharing. It isnโt easy. Nor was what Jesus went through. Surrender is a real price with real pain. But he almost and showed us that he can be trusted beyond all of that. Not saying itโs easy at all. Busy must be decisively chosen
@BoCamaro@JMBullion Iโll say this and purposely live it with my failures; forgiveness is greater than vengeance and compassion, more powerful than anger. Let me not try to add more to that. I just have to work hard to live it.
@BoCamaro@JMBullion That being said, I absolutely have answers and I am applying them & working them out. Not ready to put them on a public forum at this time for just massive criticism, but I am thankful for the
fruit โworkingโ in my life in a real way with evidence.
@BoCamaro@JMBullion Okโฆwhat does it take to get to the place to completely forgive, not as though it never happened, but to instead love from a place of surrender and vulnerability?