A Missing Puzzle Piece Now Found.

Have you ever wondered who you really are when people in your family don’t tell you everything that you really wanted to know about you. Sometimes, the truth can hurt, but it’s better to tell the truth then to find out to your dismay and shock that you’re not really who you think you are.

Well, I have walked around with that puzzle piece for many year not knowing what my heritage was. For about 38 years; I never knew that I was Jewish.

Yes, I was told by my husband, Ken, that I was Jewish since Grandma Penny has told him. Then, later; Grandma Penny told me.

I didn’t take an interest in Judaism till I met this Jewish girl in the outreach ministry for the mentally challenged folks. Shelley has been coming to the Special Gathering and she was curious about Jesus so I decided in some way to show her how Jesus lived as a Jew. By the way; we met in 1998. So it has been awhile that I have been researching the subject of Judaism. Anyway; I’ve learned so much about it that for some reason I was beginning to question why I have certain features of a Jewish person.

No one in my family would reveal that they are Jewish, not even my mother. It’s funny how family secrets are being kept… So I would not give up on finding out who I am till the truth came out.

Well, here I was carrying that puzzle piece for about 38 years. Then, in 2003, my Grandmother has decided one day to talked about her granddaddy. He was known as Granddaddy Shykes. I remember her telling us about him off and on, but hardly anything about her grandmother, so I’ve wondered why. Anyway; Grandma Penny has divulged that Granddaddy Shykes has married a Jewish woman and she has passed away without having any children, then he married another Jewish lady, and that when they had a child together. Her name is Daisy, which is Grandma Penny’s mother. So therefore; Grandma’s Penny’s mom is Jewish, and she is Jewish by nature as well as all her five kids, about nine grandkids, about six great-grandkids, and one great-great-grandkid who are indeed Jewish.

It just boggles my mind why won’t anyone know of their true nature. It just blows my mind why this secret has been away for so long. I just don’t understand it. I can only think of one possible answer as of right now, anti-Semitism. I know that anti-Semitism has been around for thousands of years and is still going on now. Since being a Christian; I knew what persecution means and that is probably why I never hear of our true heritage.

Yes, I have been wondering for a while why was Grandma Penny able to work in the Jewish restaurant in the first place. It’s common sense that their workers had to be Jewish so I didn’t realize it till much later when I put two-and-two together. When Grandma Penny was job-searching; and found this restaurant in Tampa, Florida most likely owned by the Orthodox Jews. So Grandma Daisy has told her that she is indeed Jewish when they asked of her heritage.

So it has taken me a while to figure things out by myself, and actually learned of it at a much later time. Maybe that’s God’s way of bringing His people back to Him, I don’t know.

So now I know for sure who really am! I am not only Jewish, but also am a Messianic Jew. I do believe that Yeshua is indeed a Messiah, and all the signs in the Bible points to Him.

So when folks asked me nowadays of what my nationalities are, I would say that I am Scot/Irish, English, American Indian (Cherokee), and Jewish (Messianic Jewish). It’s quite a combinations. Aren’t they?

Yes, this is the food for thought as I write this so that the truth would win out in the end. So may God bless and take care.

A Letter of an 86-Yr-Old Lady

I have come across this email one day so I that this is worth reading. May God bless you.

Shown below, is an actual letter that was sent to a bank by an 86 year old woman. The bank manager thought it amusing enough to have it published in the New York Times.
Dear Sir:
I am writing to thank you for bouncing my check with which I endeavored to pay my plumber last month. By my calculations, three nanoseconds must have elapsed between presenting the check and the arrival in my account of the funds needed to honor it.
I refer, of course, to the automatic monthly deposit of my entire pension, an arrangement which, I admit, has been in place for only eight years. You are to be commended for seizing that brief window of opportunity, and also for debiting my account $30 by way of penalty for the inconvenience caused to your bank.
My thankfulness springs from the manner in which this incident has caused me to rethink my errant financial ways. I noticed that whereas I personally answer your telephone calls
and letters, --- when I try to contact you, I am confronted by the impersonal, overcharging, pre-recorded, faceless entity which your bank has become. From now on I choose only to deal with a flesh-and-blood person.
My mortgage and loan repayments will therefore and hereafter no longer be automatic, but will arrive at your bank, by check, addressed personally and confidentially to an employee at your bank whom you must nominate. Be aware that it is an offense under the Postal Act for any other person to open such an envelope. Please find attached an Application Contact which I require your chosen employee to complete. I am sorry it runs to eight pages, but in order that I know as much about him or her as your bank knows about me, there is no
alternative. Please note that all copies of his or her medical history must be countersigned by a Notary Public, and the mandatory details of his/her financial situation (income, debts, assets and liabilities) must be accompanied by documented proof. 

In due course, at MY convenience, I will issue your employee with a PIN number which he/she must quote in dealings with me. I regret that it cannot be shorter than 28 digits but, again, I have modeled it on the number of button presses required of me to access my account balance on your phone bank service. As they say, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

Let me level the playing field even further. When you call me, press buttons as follows:

IMMEDIATELY AFTER DIALING, PRESS THE STAR (*) BUTTON FOR ENGLISH!
#1. To make an appointment to see me
#2. To query a missing payment.
#3. To transfer the call to my living room in case I am there.
#4. To transfer the call to my bedroom in case I am sleeping.
#5. To transfer the call to my toilet in case I am attending to nature.
#6. To transfer the call to my mobile phone if I am not at home .
#7. To leave a message on my computer, a password to access my computer is required. Password will be communicated to you at a later date to that Authorized Contact mentioned earlier.
#8. To return to the main menu and to listen to options 1 through 7.
#9. To make a general complaint or inquiry. The contact will then be put on hold, pending the attention of my automated answering service.
# 10. This is a second reminder to press* for English.
While this may, on occasion, involve a lengthy wait, music noise will play for the duration of the call.
Regrettably, but again following your example, I must also levy an establishment fee to cover the setting up of this new arrangement.
Your Humble Client
(Remember: This was written by a 86 year old woman!)
'YA JUST GOTTA LOVE THOSE "SENIORS" !