Lion Of Judah Quotes

The people who hanged Christ never, to do them justice, accused him of being a bore - on the contrary, they thought him too dynamic to be safe. It has been left for later generations to muffle up that shattering personality and surround him with an atmosphere of tedium. We have efficiently pared the claws of the Lion of Judah, certified him "meek and mild" and recommended him as a fitting household pet for pale curates and pious old ladies.

People here worship the sun." "Yes, but my people worship the God who made the sun.

I once heard a Chicago-area pastor put it this way: we don't need more Americans bowing down to the Democrat donkey or the Republican elephant. We need more Americans bowing down to the Lion of Judah.

We cannot tame the Lion of Judah. There is a mystery, a wonder, and, yes, even a wildness about God we cannot take from Him.

I make a joke of it, but... but I'm afraid of death." He straightened up and turned to look into Joseph's eyes. Joseph saw the fear there and was shocked by the intensity of it. "Are you afraid to die, Joseph?" Joseph considered for a moment, then shook his head. "I'm not afraid to now, but then I'm not dying now. When I come to that moment, I will probably be... what's the right word? Maybe frightened in a way that you're frightened when an experience lies before you you've never had. "No more than that?" "I hope not.

No, I don't believe it," Joseph said. "From listening to my father and grandfather talk about El Shaddai, I think he's different from the gods of Egypt. I think that none of us could ever be good enough for God. I think of Him as being so good that a human can't even enter His presence. A man would die if he did. I think God's merciful, Rashidi. I think he forgives us because he loves us, just as we forgive our children because we love them. "Rashidi's eyes brightened. "A God that loves people! Now there's a new thought!

But a Christ who is all grace cannot stir the masculine soul. Deep down, men long for a harsh affection—the love of a coach who yells at his players to get every ounce of effort; the love of a drill sergeant who pushes his recruits to the limits of human endurance; the love of a teacher who demands the impossible from his students. As Western society feminizes, it’s getting harder for men to find this kind of love. The Lion of Judah offers harsh father-love in abundance—yet he’s becoming an endangered species in the modern church.

Weep no more; behold, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has conquered, so that

Weep no more; behold,  k the Lion  l of the tribe of Judah,  m the Root of David, has conquered, so that he can open the scroll and its seven seals.

For while you may roar AS a lion, satan, I AM THE LION OF THE TRIBE OF JUDAH, AND WHEN I ROAR, HEAVEN AND EARTH TREMBLES, AND YOU TOO WILL TREMBLE AS I ROAR THROUGH THOSE WHOM I LOVE. FOR THIS IS THE SEASON THINGS ARE MADE RIGHT, THE SEASON WHEN MY BRIDE ARISES

We can take comfort in knowing that our future and the world's future are in his hands. In the meantime, we are free to concentrate on giving Jesus more of the praise and honor he so richly deserves. The Lion from the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has won the victory. He can open the scroll and the seven seals on it. Revelation 5:5 Ask

The Lion of the Tribe of Judah is an emblem of the Messiah, representative of Matthew. The ox was the classic symbol of a servant, as presented in Mark. Luke emphasized the Son of Man; and John, the Eagle. The same four faces that were the ensigns for the camps of Israel and appear on the cherubim seem to also characterize the four Gospels.

Such is the state of things in England, and it is well that it should be realised by all of us; but it must not be supposed for a moment that I am afraid of it. I lament it deeply, because I foresee that it may be the ruin of many souls; but I have no fear at all that it really can do aught of serious harm to the Word of God, to Holy Church, to our Almighty King, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, Faithful and True, or to His Vicar on earth. Christianity has been too often in what seemed deadly peril, that we should fear for it any new trial now. So far is certain; on the other hand, what is uncertain, and in these great contests commonly is uncertain, and what is commonly a great surprise, when it is witnessed, is the particular mode by which, in the event, Providence rescues and saves His elect inheritance. Sometimes our enemy is turned into a friend; sometimes he is despoiled of that special virulence of evil which was so threatening; sometimes he falls to pieces of himself; sometimes he does just so much as is beneficial, and then is removed. Commonly the Church has nothing more to do than to go on in her own proper duties, in confidence and peace; to stand still and to see the salvation of God.

Most of all, God will not be weeping. Yes, our sufferings matter to the Almighty and he has wept in empathy, crying at the graveside of Lazarus; he often wept when he prayed, pouring out tears in the garden of Gethsemane. But heaven will reveal something different. An eternal plan that was never threatened, never in jeopardy of collapsing, never on the edge of defeat. There will be no need for tears. “Then one of the elders said to me, ‘Do not weep! See, the Lion of the tribe of Judah…has triumphed.’” But it is not a lion that commands center stage: “Then I saw a Lamb, looking as if it had been slain, standing in the center of the throne…Then I heard every creature in heaven and on earth…singing: ‘To him who sits on the throne and to the Lamb be praise and honor and glory and power, for ever and ever!’” (Revelation 5:5-6, 13).

Jesus is worthy of our devotion and our thanks. Your Jesus is the One who rode into the depths of the darkest, most dangerous dungeon to rescue his true love. He is the One who will ride again on a white steed with fire in his eyes and a flaming sword in his hand. He has inscribed you into the palm of his nail-pierced hand. He knows your every thought, numbers your every hair, and cherishes your every tear. Jesus weeps for you and with you, longs for you, hopes for you, dreams of you, and rejoices over you with singing. He is the One who has battled all the forces of hell to free you and who battles still. Jesus is your knight in shining armor. He is the love you have been longing for. He is your dream come true. He is your hero. He is Aslan, the Lion of Judah, and the Lamb of God. He is the Prince of Peace, the Alpha and Omega, the First and the Last, the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords, the Mighty One. His name is like a kiss and an earthquake. His gaze is on you. He has pledged his love to you and betrothed you to him forever. He is unchangeable, and his love will never fail you.

Oh, Israel, your hope must be in this book, for it alone tells us how our God should be worshiped and served.” For a long moment he hesitated, then turned and left the tent. He found Joshua and Caleb waiting outside and noticed that both of them were pale. He smiled and handed the book to Joshua. “Joshua, be strong and anchor Israel to the book. My time has come, and I must leave you.” Both Joshua and Caleb began to weep. Moses extended his arms and embraced them both. He was still a powerful, strong man, though a hundred twenty years old. He held them tightly and said, “My time is over, but your time is just beginning.

they had finally fallen silent themselves. Othniel had heard Joshua say, “They don’t know what to make of it. They’ll know even less on the seventh day.” Joshua was now standing on a little rise. It was just before dawn, and he was preparing the people. He spoke again of the power of God and reminded them of how God had delivered them over and over since their fathers had left Egypt, and he encouraged them to be courageous and true. After the speech he motioned to Othniel and Ardon. They came straightaway to stand before him, and he said, “Go in and bring the woman who saved you when I sent you as spies. Bring out her family and take special care of her. She has been a great blessing to Israel.

This puts me in mind of a circumstance that occurred when I was laboring on a mission in London many, many years ago: We had an old gentleman there that had been in the army. He was a war veteran and he was preaching the gospel of Jesus Christ on the streets. A man came up and slapped him on the face. "Now," he says, "if you are a Christian turn the other cheek." So old daddy turned the other cheek, but he said: "Hit again and down you go." He would have gone down, too, if he had struck again. True, Jesus Christ taught that non-resistance, was right and praiseworthy and a duty under certain circumstances and conditions; but just look at him when he went into the temple, when he made that scourge of thongs, when he turned out the money-changers and kicked over their tables and told them to get out of the house of the Lord! "My house is a house of prayer," he said, "but ye have made it a den of thieves." Get out of here! Hear him crying, "Woe unto you Scribes, Pharisees, hypocrites, ye compass sea and land to make one proselyte, and then ye make him ten-fold more the child of hell than he was before." That was the other side of the spirit of Jesus. Jesus was no milksop. He was not to be trampled under foot. He was ready to submit when the time came for his martyrdom, and he was to be nailed on the cross as a sacrifice for the sins of the world, but he was ready at any time to stand up for his rights like a man. He is not only called "the Lamb slain from the foundation of the world," but also "the Lion of the Tribe of Judah," and He will be seen to be terrible by and by to his enemies. Now while we are not particularly required to pattern after the "lion" side of his character unless it becomes necessary, the Lord does not expect us to submit to be trodden under foot by our enemies and never resist. The Lord does not want us to inculcate the spirit of war nor the spirit of bloodshed. In fact he has commanded us not to shed blood, but there are times and seasons, as we can find in the history of the world, in [the] Bible and the Book of Mormon, when it is justifiable and right and proper and the duty of men to go forth in the defense of their homes and their families and maintain their privileges and rights by force of arms.

Now the remarkable thing here is that it is not Hiawatha who passes through death and emerges reborn, as might be expected, but the god. It is not man who is transformed into a god, but the god who undergoes transformation in and through man. It is as though he had been asleep in the “mother,” i.e., in Hiawatha’s unconscious, and had then been roused and fought with so that he should not overpower his host, but should, on the contrary, himself experience death and rebirth, and reappear in the corn in a new form beneficial to mankind. Consequently he appears at first in hostile form, as an assailant with whom the hero has to wrestle. This is in keeping with the violence of all unconscious dynamism. In this manner the god manifests himself and in this form he must be overcome. The struggle has its parallel in Jacob’s wrestling with the angel at the ford Jabbok. The onslaught of instinct then becomes an experience of divinity, provided that man does not succumb to it and follow it blindly, but defends his humanity against the animal nature of the divine power. It is “a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God,” and “whoso is near unto me, is near unto the fire, and whoso is far from me, is far from the kingdom”; for “the Lord is a consuming fire,” the Messiah is “the Lion of the tribe of Judah”:

9A writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, after he had been sick and had recovered from his sickness: 10 I said,  x In the middle [4] of my days I must depart; I am consigned to the gates of Sheol for the rest of my years. 11 I said, I shall not see the LORD, the LORD  y in the land of the living; I shall look on man no more among the inhabitants of the world. 12 My dwelling is plucked up and removed from me z like a shepherd’s tent; a like a weaver b I have rolled up my life;  c he cuts me off from the loom;  d from day to night you bring me to an end; 13 e I calmed myself [5] until morning; like a lion  f he breaks all my bones; from day to night you bring me to an end. 14 Like  g a swallow or a crane I chirp; h I moan like a dove.  i My eyes are weary with looking upward. O Lord, I am oppressed;  j be my pledge of safety! 15 What shall I say? For he has spoken to me, and he himself has done it.  k I walk slowly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul. 16  l O Lord, by these things men live, and in all these is the life of my spirit. Oh restore me to health and make me live! 17  m Behold, it was for my welfare that I had great bitterness;  n but in love you have delivered my life from the pit of destruction,  n for you have cast all my sins behind your back. 18  o For Sheol does not thank you; death does not praise you; those who go down to the pit do not hope for your faithfulness. 19 The living, the living, he thanks you, as I do this day;  p the father makes known to the children your faithfulness. 20 The LORD will save me, and we will play my music on stringed instruments all the days of our lives,  q at the house of the LORD.

While there are difficult times ahead for God’s people, I believe we will soon see the greatest outpouring of God’s Kingdom activities in the history of humankind. In spite of the growing anti-God world and its hatred of believers, the glory of God will be manifested to us, in us, through us, and out of us with the spiritual strength and moral courage of overcomers. We will do great signs and wonders as witnesses to the God of Abraham, Isaac, Jacob and the exalted Son of God-Son of Man, Jesus the Lamb of God, and Lion of the Tribe of Judah. May His name be praised forever.

But there was no one, in heaven or on the earth or under the earth, who was able to open the scroll and read it. 4 I wept bitterly because there was nobody fit to open the scroll and read it, 5 but one of the elders said to me, "There is no need to cry : the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has triumphed, and he will open the scroll and the seven seals of it.

The lion of Judah is the Lord Jesus Christ.

Everything He speaks into are never the same again. Everything He touches are never the same again. Every place He walks on are never the same again. The Prince of Peace, Lion of Judah, Root of David

Jehovah is your name, the God of all creation, the God of protection, the God of provision, the God of healing and the horn of our salvation.You did it again Lion of Judah and I can’t thank you enough for your grace and mercy that carried us through the brutality of the year 2021. I ask you King of glory to continue to rule and reign in my life. Once again thank you ABBA Father for your unconditional love and thank you for this new year of 2022. Happy New Year everyone.

The real sign of God’s work in both men and women is that they both pursue Christlikeness. It’s no secret what Jesus is like. Perhaps Revelation 5 best sums up the stereotype-defying nature of Jesus. In it, John is told to look at “the Lion of Judah” who has triumphed, but when he lifts his head to see him, he is surprised to see “a Lamb, looking as if it had been slain.” Jesus is both the undaunted lion, and the slain lamb. He carries a scepter of authority, but he also carries the scars from being nailed to a cross. He is both majestic and meek. He is both king and servant. He stands tall, exalted to the heavens, but also kneels down to scoop us to his chest. He is powerful, yet vulnerable; authoritative, yet approachable; assertive, yet acquiescent; roaring, yet weeping; unbreakable, yet broken.

...that is how our enemy operates. He prowls around like a roaring lion. But the important word is like. He's an imposter. Jesus is the Lion of the tribe of Judah. And when He roars, everything is shaken. All authority under heaven and on earth is His. And we are His children. Why don't we live like it, love like it, give like it, serve like it, and pray like it?

When the thunderbolts are launched, he who was once the Lamb so full of mercy will take his position as the Lion of the tribe of Judah, full of majesty. That thunderbolt will punctuate the fact that you rejected Christ. You heard him but turned a deaf ear to him. You neglected perfect salvation and refused God’s gift of grace.

SO I WEPT much, because no one was found worthy to open and read the scroll, or to look at it. But one of the elders said to me, ‘Do not weep. Behold, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has prevailed to open the scroll and to loose its seven seals.” - Revelations 5:4-5

YOU HAVE KILLED YOU HAVE STOLEN YOU HAVE DESTROYED. DEVOURER OF LIVES DEVOURER OF SOULS YOU ARE DEFEATED! ROAR O LION OF JUDAH PROCLAIM YOUR VICTORY! CHILDREN OF ADAM BEHOLD... BEHOLD THY SALVATION. FOR GREAT IS THE DAY OF THE LORD. TURN AND FOLLOW THE CHILD AS LION LIES WITH LAMB. O SWORD BE A PLOUGH O SPEAR BE A PRUNING HOOK "EDUCATORS" SILENCE! WE SHALL LEARN WAR NO MORE.

Right after declaring Judah as a Lion in Genesis 49:9, the plagiarizing Jew explicitly declares in Genesis 49:10 the outmost boundaries of his plan to restore the Osirian religion of his ancient Egyptian progenitors: "The scepter of the departed one (i.e. literally refers to, Osiris) does not [emerge] from Judah nor from his descendent lawgivers until [he receives] the peace (i.e. literally refers to, the ladder [of Giza]) of the obedience of all peoples".

We have Exodus 3:14 as a direct proof for the ancient Egyptian triad godhead of YHWH The Cow, "normal" Horus and the rejuvenated Child Horus, aka, the Lion of Judah. In this verse, we read the name of the Child Horus (i.e. Ihy) being equated to YHWH (i.e. Ihy is Yahweh) for that Ihy (i.e. rejuvenated Horus) is one of the seven names of YHWH and 'YHWH' can also be rendered into an archaic third person singular imperfect form of the verb 'Ihy' (i.e. 'HWA') besides being a triconsonantal root of 'HWH'. It is yet astounding to even realize that Ihy was a god who represented the ecstasy of playing the sistrum, and the instrument was associated to Hathor/YHWH with her/his son Ihy in most representational contexts.

The Hindu heritage did not plagiarize the Semites (as the Jew did) and kept authentically its recount of the theological history where we see the avatar of Vishnu, Narasimha (aka, the Lion of Judah), raging to restore Dharma (i.e. the Giza Balance).

Another form we see for Narasimha (aka, the Lion of Judah) is a two-headed bird called Gandaberunda; the very same heritage of the brethren of the Jew, the Freemasons.

The Aryan identity got broken off and forked historically in ancient Egypt where we witness the Osirian identity being passed down to the Jew while the Atenian one being inherited by their Christian successors. The Jew for example keeps his sidelocks (i.e. Payot) as his Egyptian plagiarized heritage states in Leviticus 19:27. This is the very same hair style worn by Horus The Child (Harpocrates/Heru-P-Khart) while sitting protected between the Aker lions; he also had seven manifstations just as Yahweh has seven authentic names (which are not to be classified as, attributes, according to Maimonides' magnum opus 'Mishneh Torah' as we read in Sefer Madda - Yesodei haTorah). The significance of this form of Horus is that it became the type of new birth starting from the New Kingdom onwards when the triads of gods got renewed and rejuvenated as Budge informs us. Horus, hence, became the Lion of Judah who was called by the ancient Egyptians as the 'Great Protector' and was also depicted as a lion with a head of a hawk.

The lion became the symbol of the Israelite tribe of Judah.

His first coming He was wrapped in swadding clothes. In His second coming He will be clothed royally in a robe dipped in blood. common people. In His second coming He will be accompanied by the massive armies of heaven. In His first coming the door of the inn was closed to Him. In His second coming the door of the heavens will be opened to Him. In His first coming His voice was the tiny cry of a baby. In His second coming His voice will thunder as the sound of many waters. In His first coming, He was the lamp of God who came bringing salvation. In His second coming, He will be the Lion of the tribe of Judah who comes bringing

The Scriptures describe the early Jesus movement like this: “We go hungry and thirsty, we are in rags, we are brutally treated, we are homeless…We have become the scum of the earth, the garbage of the world” (1 Cor. 4:11 – 13). Our context is quite different. We live among the wealthiest people of the world (top 2 percent), a tough mission field. We are preaching a gospel that declares that it’s easier to fit a camel through the eye of a needle than for the rich to enter the kingdom. But look on the bright side. After we preach the crowds down, we will not need such expensive buildings. And of course, in a Christian culture shopping for the cheapest grace, the temptation is always to tone things down a little bit. People will be more comfortable around a domesticated Jesus than the Lion of Judah.

Judah is a lion’s cub; he crouched as a lion and as a lioness; The scepter shall not depart from Judah, nor the ruler’s staff from between his feet, until Shiloh comes. And to him shall be the obedience of the peoples.” And then Sheshai said, “Lion and scepter. The kingly seed we seek is the line of Judah within Israel.” Talmai said, “One out of twelve tribes. But that is still not as specific as we require.

exilic prophet Daniel, had followed the final sign in the heavens that pointed to the birth of Messiah. It was written that when the constellation Virgo was on the horizon, clothed with the sun and the moon under her feet, with twelve stars above her head, she would give birth to a divine king. This was because the king planet Jupiter aligned in conjunction with the king star Regulus over her head creating a bright star. The Magi observed that sign in the year 750 AUC, seven hundred and fifty years from the founding of the city of Rome. The star Regulus is in the constellation of Leo the Lion. The Magi were taught by their Hebrew prophet that this King of the Jews would be called the Lion of the tribe of Judah. And they were taught he would come from the small town of Bethlehem in Judea. Unfortunately, the second part of the sign was the constellation of Hydra, the red dragon, whose tail was just under Virgo’s feet and entailed a third of the horizon line called the elliptic. This prefigured the Serpent and his fallen ones seeking to devour the Messiah at birth.

And the faithful were not the only ones privy to the prophecy. Even from the earliest of ages, the heavenly principalities and powers used the Seed of the Serpent to hunt down the Chosen Ones in each generation to try to kill them. Enoch, Noah, Abraham and others were protected by Yahweh from this murderous plan. The oracles of the pagan diviner Balaam and others foretold a divine star coming from the line of Jacob, a kingly scepter from Israel, a lion from Judah who would crush the skulls of the enemy and dispossess his inheritance.

I love the way Dorothy Sayers described the wild side of His personality. To do them justice, the people who crucified Jesus did not do so because he was a bore. Quite the contrary; he was too dynamic to be safe. It has been left for later generations to muffle up that shattering personality and surround Him with an atmosphere of tedium. We have declawed the lion of Judah and made Him a housecat for pale priests and pious old ladies.9

Judah, your brothers will praise you; your hand will be on the neck of your enemies; your father’s sons will bow down to you. “You are a lion’s cub, O Judah; you return from the prey, my son. “Like a lion he crouches and lies down, like a lioness—who dares to rouse him? “The scepter will not depart from Judah, nor the ruler’s staff from between his feet, until he comes to whom it belongs and the obedience of the nations is his.

Zuriel’s old eyes blinked; then he leaned forward and whispered, “There is one coming who will be the Great Redeemer. He will be like no man we have ever known. But until the Great Redeemer comes, God will use men of flesh and blood to serve and to save His people.” Zuriel reached out his hand, and Moses took it in his strong hand. The old man’s hand felt as fragile as the bones of a tiny bird, but they suddenly tightened on Moses’ strong hand. “I think you are one whom God has chosen to be this kind of redeemer.” The words sent a tremor of fear through Moses. “I have no desire to be a leader.

That has nothing to do with it. Abraham had no desire to leave his homeland, but God commanded him, and he had no choice but to go. Others of our family have also been chosen when they did not expect it. God has reached out and touched them and put them in directions they never dreamed. You, I think, will be one of these men, Moses of the tribe of Levi!

I’m sorry, but your family’s all right.” “Yes. God has delivered us all. Jehovah is a great God.” He could not think of what to say, but at that moment Joshua and Caleb were passing by. They were both weary with battle, but Joshua’s eyes took in the pair. He came over at once and said, “This is Rahab, I take it?” “Yes, sir.” “We owe you a great debt, young woman,” Joshua said warmly. “Have you been taken care of?” Rahab was warmed by the man’s thoughtful air. He was rough-looking and his voice was rather gruff, but he had kind eyes. “Yes. Ardon has seen to it that we have a place to live and food to eat.

Is there anything I can do for you in return for your service to our people?” Rahab hesitated, and then she gathered her courage and said, “I want to worship your God, sir.” Joshua was tremendously pleased with her answer. “Why, of course. Ardon, take her to Phinehas. Tell him that I want him to teach her the ways of Jehovah.” “But—” Ardon almost blurted out that the woman was a harlot and an idolatress, but Joshua’s eyes met his, and he stopped at once. “Yes, sir,” he said. “Moses said many times that there would be no difference between our people and the stranger. He was very stern as he spoke these words. Now, you see that my orders are carried out. And Rahab,” he said turning to her, “you will always have a place in Israel.” “I thank you so much—for me and my family.

When Joshua and Caleb continued on, Caleb remarked, “Ardon doesn’t like that woman because she’s a harlot.” “She saved many lives. Maybe all of our lives. Your son is too hard and proud.” “I know,” Caleb said quietly. “He’s a strong man, but he hasn’t yet learned what it’s like to suffer rejection.” “He will someday—and when he has experienced such pain, perhaps he will be kinder to others who have suffered,” Joshua said grimly. “Now. We’ve got to think about other things.

She mentioned this once to Phinehas while he was instructing her in the history of the Hebrews. He listened as she haltingly explained her problem and finally ended by saying, “I want nothing to do with anything like that. I was forced into prostitution to save my family. They would have been sold into slavery if I hadn’t.” “I did not know that.” “I’ve not told anyone. My family knows it. No one else.” “Didn’t you tell Ardon?” “No. He didn’t seem interested.” Phinehas knew his friend well. “He’s a very straight-edged sort of man. He studies the law of Moses all the time. I think that’s good, but he’s too strict. He has a tender side, but it’s as if he’s afraid to show it to anyone.” “He hasn’t shown it to me.

As I say, it’s as if he’s afraid for anyone to see that side. Be patient with him, Rahab. About this other matter. You are doing the right thing. If any man persists, come and tell me. I’ll see to it.” Rahab hesitated, then said, “I heard what you did when the plague was among the people, how you killed the two who had shamed Israel with their adultery.” “It happened so fast. I knew that people were dying everywhere,” Phinehas said, his eyes cloudy. “And then the voice of God came and told me to kill them. If I had time to think about it, I might not have been able to. I had never hurt anyone before.

I know so little about God, sir. I’m so ignorant.” “You have a hungry heart, Rahab, and that’s all that God requires. I’m very proud of the progress you’ve made.” “Moses left so many laws. I’ll never learn them all.” “Oh, yes you will, because you’re eager to learn. True, there are many laws. Laws about what we can eat. Laws about the family. God is protecting us by giving us these laws. So you must be patient and study and ask God to help you.” “I will do that, sir, and I thank you for your help.

Were you ever married, Rahab?” “No. I never was.” “Likely you will be someday. Men are drawn to your beauty now, but as you grow to know more about the ways of God, they will be drawn to the inner woman.” “I hope so, sir, but I don’t think I’ll ever marry. Men could never forget what I was.” “A good man could forget. We’re all flawed vessels. Every one of us. We have to learn to forgive each other.” The two spoke for a while, and after Rahab left, Phinehas went to find Ardon. When he did, he said, “I wanted to give you a report on Rahab. She’s doing very well. She has a good heart.

You think that about everyone, Phinehas.” “I wish I could, but I’m afraid I don’t.” He hesitated, then went on, “Why are you so hard on her, Ardon?” “You know what she is.” “No. I know what she was. You’ve got to understand people better.” “I understand well enough what a harlot is.” “If you hate everybody who has ever sinned, you’re going to have a narrow circle of friends,” Phinehas said wryly. “I don’t understand you, Phinehas. You’re too easy.” “God is merciful. We know that. You remember what He told Moses on the mount? How He was a God full of mercy and that He was tenderhearted?

But Moses could be hard too. And God can be hard.” “Oh yes. God is good and just. He chastises us as we would chastise a child, for our own good.” Ardon listened, but it was clear to Phinehas that he had shut his heart. “One of these days,” he said, “you’re going to grow up. Until you do, you’re just a spoiled boy.” Ardon was angry at his friend’s words, but he did not argue, for he respected Phinehas, as did everyone.

Caleb watched Ardon leave. Then he turned and walked back toward his tent. He studied the people as he walked through the camp, especially the men. I wonder if this new generation will be any more faithful to God than the ones who died in the wilderness. He was not the man of prayer Joshua was. Still, he had faith in God like a rock. “God,” he said, “we’re going to need you. We can’t do it alone, so be our helper in this battle that’s shaping up.

Ardon was greeted by several of the members of the tribe of Dan. They were an unruly, quarrelsome group, and Ardon remembered the prophecy that Jacob, the grandson of Abraham, had given on his deathbed. He had identified the nature of each of his sons, and of Dan he had said, “Dan will be a serpent by the roadside, a viper along the path, that bites the horse’s heels so that its rider tumbles backward.” A grim smile touched Ardon’s broad lips. “Old Jacob got it right that time. Dan has some good soldiers, but they are not to be trusted.

Rahab knelt down and fed more twigs into the fire. She was thinking how to answer this man. “As I told you,” she said finally, “I did it because of your god. What is his name?” “He has many names. Jehovah is one of them.” “Jehovah. What does that mean?” “It’s an odd sort of name. It means, more or less, ‘one who keeps covenant with His people’” “And what is a covenant?” “It’s a promise, an agreement. Like if I promised you I would come on a certain day, say next week. That would be a covenant between us.” “And what promises has your god made you?” “Many,” Ardon said.

history of his people well. His eyes grew dreamy as he began to speak of how Jehovah had appeared to Abraham. “He promised him a land flowing with milk and honey, and though he was only one man he said, ‘One day your descendants will be as many as the stars in the sky.’ Abraham was the first Hebrew.” Rahab was fascinated. This was the first time Ardon had spoken to her at any length. “Tell me more about your god.” “Why do you want to know?” “Surely everyone wants to know about your god.” “I don’t think so. Most people want what God will do for them. They don’t want God himself.

I have heard of your god. He is a strong god. He’s going to destroy this place.” “How did you hear of our God?” Othniel demanded. “Everyone has heard of him. He is the unseen god, isn’t he, the god of Moses?” “Yes.” “Quickly, come quickly to my house. You must or you will be taken.” “I won’t go into the house of a harlot,” Ardon said stubbornly. “Shut up, Ardon, you’re dying! You’ve lost so much blood you can’t even walk, and you certainly can’t think right.” Othniel was frightened but also angry. “This is no time for your self-righteousness.” He turned to Rahab and said, “We will be most grateful for your help, Rahab.” “This way,” she said. “I will help you. Put your arm across my shoulders.

Rahab exclaimed, “That’s exactly what I said! The people in Jericho, they go to the temples to ask for things. Always asking! But I always wanted to know what the god or goddess was like.” “Well, Jehovah is hard to understand. For one thing, nobody’s ever seen Him.” “Nobody? Not even Abraham?” “Not even Moses, really. Moses was our leader who led us out of Egypt. You may have heard about him.” “Yes. Everyone knows about Moses. Did you know him?” “Yes, of course. He only died a short time ago. He was a hundred twenty years old, but he was as strong as if he were a young man.

The soldiers are searching every house. They’ll probably look on the roof too.” “What’ll we do?” Othniel asked quickly. “There’s only one place. Get over here. I’ll cover you up with these sheaves.” The roof was the only place that the family had to store anything, and a great many bundles of flax were there that Kadir used to make into twine. Ardon grasped his sword and held it, his face tense. “We’ll have to fight.” “We wouldn’t have a chance,” Othniel said. “Come on. Get here in the corner.” Rahab saw the resistance in Ardon, and she shook her head. “There are many of them. Quick, I’ll hide you.” Ardon shrugged. “All right, we’ll try it,” he murmured. The two men sat down, and Rahab began to cover them with the flax.

What do you mean they dried up the river? It’s still there, isn’t it?” “It’s still there, but our spies reported what happened. We’ve been keeping track of them. The whole nation gathered on the far side of the Jordan, and then their priests headed for the river. It was a flood tide. It’s the time of year, sire.” “I know what time of year it is! What happened?” “As their priests’ feet came to the water, the river…well, it backed up. It was like an invisible dam was built upstream, and it held the waters back until all the people were across. Then, I suppose, their magicians took the spell off so the waters came rushing back into the river’s channel.” “The spies were drunk!” “No, they were reliable, King Jokab. They all agreed on what happened. Sire, these are mighty men, and more than that, they have a powerful god. I’m not a diplomat, but let me counsel you. Make peace with these people.

Joshua cried out, “Moses, my master, my teacher, I cannot bear the thought!” “Every man serves God in his own generation. As our father Abraham did and our father Isaac and our father Jacob, so I have tried to serve the great and almighty Jehovah. Now, know of the special love I have had for you two.” For a long time Moses stayed with the two men, encouraging them, until he stopped and said, “I must go.” “Let me go with you, master,” Joshua cried. “You are the new leader of Israel. One day you will join me, but now it is time for me to go meet with my God.

Joshua was trembling, for he knew what lay before him, and he wanted to cry out and run after the man who had been his master for so many years. But he knew he must not. At last the figure disappeared in the distance so that even the keenest-eyed Israelite could not see him. And then Joshua turned to Caleb, tears streaming down his face. “Never again,” he whispered, “will we see a man like Moses!

The three could only move slowly down the street. When they finally arrived at her doorway, she said, “Here, let’s go inside.” She opened the door and helped the wounded man in. As they closed the door, Ardon slumped to the floor unconscious. Rahab and Othniel stared at each other. The feet of the soldiers pounded by, and the officer’s voice said, “Find them. They’re here somewhere. Find them!” “I think you saved our lives, Rahab, and I thank you.” Rahab looked down at the limp figure. “I must take care of his arm or he will bleed to death.” The noise of their entrance stirred the rest of the family. They came in staring, and Rahab cut all questions short. “These men are servants of the god of Israel. We must help them.

Joshua had prepared the priests by telling them to sanctify themselves, and now the morning had come. The Lord had awakened Joshua early and given him a message. “Today I will begin to exalt you in the eyes of all Israel, so they may know that I am with you as I was with Moses.” He had also given careful instructions about the crossing of the Jordan, and now the sun shone brightly down on all the people, who had gathered themselves together, every man, woman, child, and young person.

And so the people watched until the bed of the Jordan was dry and they were all able to pass over. It took a long time for all of them to cross with their flocks and herds. About forty thousand men armed for battle also crossed over to the plains of Jericho. Finally, when everyone was on the far side, Joshua said to the twelve men he had selected from each tribe, “Go into the Jordan where the priests are standing and each take up a stone.” He waited until the twelve men had brought out their stones, and he commanded them to take them to where they set up their camp, piling them up for a memorial to what God had done for them this day at the Jordan River.

Then he stood and cried out with a ringing voice, “In the future, when your children ask you, ‘What do these stones mean?’ tell them that the flow of the Jordan was cut off before the ark of the covenant of the Lord. When it crossed the Jordan, the waters of the Jordan were cut off. These stones are to be a memorial to the people of Israel forever.” When Joshua stopped speaking, a mighty cry of victory went up from Israel. Othniel was standing beside his friend Achan. “If God can dry up the waters of the Red Sea and the Jordan River, then He can do something about the walls of Jericho too, I expect.

Joshua did not raise his head as he listened to the word of the Lord. “See, I have delivered Jericho into your hands along with its king and its fighting men. March around the city once with all the armed men. Do this for six days. Have seven priests carry trumpets of rams’ horns in front of the ark. On the seventh day, march around the city seven times, with the priests blowing the trumpets. When you hear them sound a long blast on the trumpets, have all the people give a loud shout; then the wall of the city will collapse and the people will go up, every man straight in.” Joshua waited for the man to go on, but there was a silence almost as thick as rock.

His whole body was drenched in sweat. He lifted his hands in agony. “I can do no more! I cannot bear the thought of Israel being ground under the feet of God!” Moses wept and then after a long time he prayed, “God, give me some hope that I may give it to your people.” For a long time it was silent. Then God spoke again. Moses picked up his stylus and began to write to the people. For you are a people holy to the Lord your God. Out of all the peoples on the face of the earth, the Lord has chosen you to be his treasured possession.

Our people need a form of religion they can see and handle. It is not enough that God is a spirit. Men must see things.” “See what? If your god is a spirit with no body, what could they see?” “They could see ceremonies that would be pictures of the qualities of God,” Aaron said eagerly. He had thought this out carefully, and now words spilled from his mouth. “The Egyptians know this well. That is why they have so many ceremonies, so many temples, so many—” “So many idols,” Moses interrupted. “Surely you can’t mean this.” Aaron was a perceptive individual and knew he had gone too far. “Well, of course we do not want idols. But there is nothing wrong with ceremony. It gives people something to cling to. Now, back to the question at hand. Go to your mother. Have her beg the pharaoh to lighten the load on our people.” “That is not what I want. I want them to be free.” “That will come. One step at a time, brother—one step at a time!

Moses was no longer sure of who he was. All his life he had known himself only as Moses, Prince of Egypt, but now another identity had suddenly arisen within him. Moses the Hebrew. Moses the servant, not of the gods of Egypt but of the formless god whose name could not even be spoken aloud but who had made all things. Moses struggled with this intently, and he found much relief while sitting at the feet of the oldest of the elders. Zuriel was older than anyone knew, more than a hundred. He was kept as a treasure of the Hebrew people, for he remembered sitting at his great-grandfather’s feet, and his great-grandfather could remember as a small child the Hebrews serving under the elderly Joseph’s benevolent reign.

Day after day Moses went to Zuriel, soaking up the stories of his ancestors. Zuriel’s body was frail, but his mind was still alert, and he remembered the stories in great detail. His old eyes were faded, but they glowed as he spoke of Abraham and Isaac and Jacob. Moses sat still as a stone, listening intently as Zuriel spoke of Jacob’s death. “He was not as good a man as his grandfather Abraham,” old Zuriel said, nodding his head constantly. “But he was a crafty fellow. He had twelve sons, and his twelve sons became the twelve tribes of Israel.” He looked over at Moses and smiled toothlessly. “We know you are of the tribe of Levi, one of those sons.

Reuben was the firstborn and would have been the leader of Israel’s sons, but he forfeited his birthright by sleeping with his father’s concubine. Had he become the leader of Israel, his tribe would have been the most significant, but that never happened.” “Which one of the sons did receive the birthright?” Moses asked. “Ah, you go right to the point. It was Judah.” The old man began to chant in a voice that was weak at first, but grew stronger as he recited the ancient prophecy:

To love Christ is to deal with the incongruity of One who is hailed as the Lion of Judah but who appears as a slain Lamb.

Anything He Speaks Into Is Not The Same Anymore Anything He Touches Is Not The Same Anymore Any place He Steps Is Not The Same Anymore Creation Stands Still In Worship In Precision Daily to The Creator The Prince Of Peace, Lion of Judah, Root Of David - The Holy Lamb Of God

Tonight, she went prowling at two of the local clubs. She intrigued him. It was the feline way she moved, fluid and graceful, a lioness, in a slinky black dress. She disappeared in the shadows, seen when she wanted to be, invisible when she wished. He knew the moment she detected him, by the subtle shift of her eyes, the slight turn of her head. The lioness caught the scent of the lion, and at 11:30 pm, she led him back to her den. The meeting did not go as planned, then again, lions are not tame. —Reuben ben Judah and Kayah ben Samuel

Christ appeared … as both a lion and a lamb. He appeared as a lamb in the hands of his cruel enemies; as a lamb in the paws, and between the devouring jaws, of a roaring lion; yea, he was a lamb actually slain by this lion: and yet at the same time, as the Lion of the tribe of Judah, he conquers and triumphs over Satan, destroying his own devourer.

Most Americans are familiar with Warner Sallman’s Head of Christ painting. This picture is commonly found on nursing home walls or memorial cards given out at funeral homes. Sallman’s portrayal is one of an easily caricatured “meek and mild” Jesus. Though perhaps depicting his approachability and kindness toward children, such pictures can often leave us with a lopsided, sentimental impression of Jesus. No, the real Jesus was not only a friend of sinners and a welcomer of children; he was also a radical, a controversialist, a convicting and even frightening character. He is the Lion of the tribe of Judah (Rev. 5:5). The Head of Christ is a far cry from the temple-clearing, storm-calming Jesus, who evokes sometimes troubled, sometimes terrified responses: “Who then is this, that even the wind and the sea obey Him?” (Mark 4:41).7

The Lord is the lion of Judah.

it is crucial that we recognize the contrast between what he [John] hears (5:5) and what he sees (5:6). He hears that ‘the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, had conquered’. The two messianic titles evoke a strong militaristic and nationalistic image of the Messiah of David as conqueror of the nations, destroying the enemies of God’s people . . . . But this image is reinterpreted by what John sees: the Lamb whose sacrificial death (5:6) has redeemed people from all nations (5:9–10). By juxtaposing the two contrasting images, John has forged a new symbol of conquest by sacrificial death.14

I am the autonomous of God Almighty. Overseer to all nations and continents, speaking the will and purpose of God Almighty for a people, a country and a world, in the powerful power of the Holy Spirit of a Sovereign God. I am global Stellah Mupanduki of Jesus Christ, for the salvation, stability and peace of all nations, in the Word of God, for justice and peace...Ndiri weMusiki. Vessel of God’s Glory and Honour.

From Genesis to Malachi we see the Promised Seed of the Woman. From Matthew to Revelation we see the Seed of the woman who appeared for the first time as the Lamb of God and who will appear for the second time as the Lion of Judah, the reigning King who will Judge the world with impeccable righteousness. The Bible is not about us, it is about HIM!!!

though he is a Lamb, he has wrath in him, and when the great day of his wrath comes in any form on earth, there is no standing before him; and how much less when he shall appear as the Lion of the tribe of Judah, and shall be revealed from heaven in flaming fire; then kings and freemen will call to the rocks to fall upon them, and hide them from him;

Thus Christ appeared at the same time, and in the same act, as both a lion and a lamb. He appeared as a lamb in the hands of his cruel enemies; as a lamb in the paws, and between the devouring jaws of a roaring lion; yea, he was a lamb actually slain by this lion: and yet at the same time, as “the Lion of the tribe of Judah,” he conquers and triumphs over Satan, destroying his own devourer; as Samson did the lion that roared upon him, when he rent him as he would a kid. And in nothing has Christ appeared so much as a lion, in glorious strength destroying his enemies, as when he was brought as a lamb to the slaughter: in his greatest weakness, he was most strong; and when he suffered most from his enemies, he brought the greatest confusion on his enemies. Thus this admirable conjunction of diverse excellencies was manifest in Christ, in his offering up himself to God in his last sufferings.

The man had mentioned that there were spies in the land, yet the thought did not cause her any fear. She was within a hundred yards of her house when something moving caught her eye. Even in the dark she could see two men, one of them leaning against the other, limping along the street. Narrowing her eyes, she studied them and wished that the moon were brighter. As she waited quietly, one of the men nearly fell, and the other had to hold him up. She stepped forward cautiously. When she got close enough to hear their whispers, she knew that these men were not from Jericho. Their speech was quite different. These are the spies from Israel!

Rounding a corner, she climbed a long set of stone steps that led to the wall of Jericho. She hurried along and, as always, thought of the immense labor that had gone into the wall. It circled the whole city and was built with a solid stone base topped with sturdy mud bricks. At its widest point it was some thirty feet wide, and according to all wisdom, no enemy could ever break down such a wall! The outer side protected the city from surrounding enemies, such as the Hittites. On its inner side, the wall of Jericho served as a dwelling place for many. Houses were built along the wall in many places, and there were scattered shops and stalls.

Near the middle of the row, she stepped through the door of a two-room house. Most of the living, cooking, and eating was done in the first room. There were several rough stools and a rough-plank table. The other room was primarily for sleeping. At one end of the living area, a window gave access to the outside. One could stand by the window and see the sharp stones and rocks at the foot of the wall far below. In the far distance, one could see mountains forming a cordon around the whole area. As she called out “I’m home

They killed us as if we were sheep. It was all the doing of their god.” “What’s their god’s name?” Rahab asked eagerly. “They call him different names. Most of the time it’s Jehovah. Sometimes simply the Holy One.” “What does their god look like?” Kadir asked, leaning forward, his eyes bright with interest. “Nobody knows. That’s what’s frightening. We know all of our gods, for they’re made out of stone or clay, but their god doesn’t have any form.” Kadir shook his head. “I’ve never heard of a god without form. How do they know who he is, then?” “Oh, I don’t know anything about that. All I know is he’s the strongest god I ever saw. I ran away when I saw everybody was going to get killed. I went back home, but the Israelites got there before I arrived. My family were all dead, and everything was burned or destroyed or carried off. Even the king was killed.

Why, of course. We’re friends, aren’t we? I’ll tell you what. You put up some security. I’ll be glad to take that if you lose.” Makon tried to think clearly, but his mind was cloudy. “I don’t have anything. I don’t own any land and I don’t even own the house I live in. You know that, Shalmanezer.” “Well …” Shalmanezer shrugged his shoulders and smiled. “You have a family.” “I have. What about it?” “You could put them up for security.” “What are you talking about?” “Why, people are worth a great deal for slaves, don’t you know.” “Are you crazy?” Makon shouted, his eyes inflamed. “I wouldn’t let my family become slaves.” “Of course you wouldn’t,” Joar said smoothly. “But you’re almost sure to win. I can see the way you peered into that box. If you do, you’re set for life. You’ll never have to work another day.

Makon stared at the five red stones, then let out an agonizing cry of grief and ran from the room. Shalmanezer laughed and was joined by the other two. “The fool! He’ll probably kill himself, and I’ll be out one slave.” “You don’t need him. You have the girl. That’s all you wanted.” “True enough,” Shalmanezer said. He picked up one of the red stones and smiled fondly at it. “Men are fools,” he said. “That old man had nothing, and now he has even less.

myself need all the mercy I can get. A man in my trade can’t expect much,” Shalmanezer said. He got up and came over to her and ran his hands across her face and down her body in the manner of a man inspecting a new horse he had just bought. “I’m prepared to be merciful. Of course I would expect something in return. After all, I must have a little consideration.” Rahab stood motionless, although she inwardly recoiled at the touch of his hands. “What do you want, master?” “You work here, Rahab, in my house, and all the rest of your family will go free.

At that instant Rahab knew she had absolutely no choice. She had thought about her poor crippled brother-in-law being enslaved to a cruel master. She thought of her beautiful sister Zayna, only twelve, being sold to a brutal man who would abuse her. And Oman—what would happen to him and to her sister Romar? Strangely enough she did not think about what would happen to her father. “I will have to do it, sir,” she said. She held her head high, and although her face was colorless, there was a pride in her that even this could not extinguish. “Fine, fine. You may not like this, Rahab, but your family won’t suffer.

Shalmanezer will try you out tonight. He always does. Do the best you can—that way you can make a better deal.” “That’s enough,” Lamile said. “Let’s see about your clothes now.” “I have to go home and tell my family what’s happened.” “Of course. When you come back, I’ll have everything ready for you.” Lamile watched the young woman leave, and once again the strange sense of pity she had thought dead long ago stirred within her. “I can’t be feeling sorry for her. We’ve all got our problems,” she muttered, then turned to her affairs.

You will all be free. You won’t be slaves,” she said. Cries went up from the entire family, but Kadir, who had more discernment than the others, was watching Rahab. “What about you, Rahab?” “I will be a …” She tried to say the word, but it was hard. “I will have to remain in Shalmanezer’s house.” “In a brothel?” Romar cried out. “You can’t do that!” “I have to—otherwise, all of us will be slaves.” Romar turned to her father and slapped him across the face with all her might. The blow drove him backward, and he stumbled. She came to stand over him and when he tried to get up, she struck him again. “This is all your doing, you old fool!” she screamed. “I don’t ever want to hear another word from you as long as I live. You sold your own daughter into harlotry!

Is there no other way, my sister?” “There’s no other way.” Rahab knew she could not stand to be at home any longer. She went over and kissed Oman, holding on to him tightly, and then embraced Zayna. The two clung to her. They were both weeping, although Oman did not understand what was happening. She hugged her older sister, who clung to her, and then hugged her brother-in-law. “You will see me again. I will see to it that you have no wants.” She whirled and left the house, and when she stepped outside, the night was dark, but not as dark as her heart.

Below him he saw the Israelite camp surrounding the tabernacle, which was itself surrounded by a wall of cloth held up by many pillars. The brazen altar was sending up a column of white smoke, almost like a pillar in the windless air, and between the altar and the tabernacle was the brass laver in which the priests washed their hands and bodies to purify themselves. Joshua’s eyes shifted then to the surrounding tents, and a smile of satisfaction spread across his face. They were camped exactly as God had instructed them from the very beginning. The twelve tribes were each divided into three smaller tribes, and within those divisions they were further separated. God had chosen to keep the identity of the tribes pure.

Joshua’s eyes went to the north, where the tribes of Dan, Asher, and Naphtali were set in order. To the south, the tribes of Reuben, Simeon, and Gad flanked the tabernacle. On the east stood the tribes of Judah, Issachar, and Zebulun, and to the west were Ephraim, Manasseh, and Benjamin. Joshua took pleasure in the order of the encampment, but then he lifted his eyes toward Canaan on the far side of the Jordan River and a cloud crossed his face. He was not a man of fear but of faith. Still, the commandment to conquer a land filled with strong kings, some of them within walled cities, was daunting. “God will do it,” Joshua said loudly.

I was just thinking about that. We could have already been there for the last forty years if it hadn’t been for the unbelief of the people.” “Well, that’s all done,” Caleb said with a shrug. “Now what?” “When Moses leaves, we’ll cross over the Jordan, and that’s when the battle will begin.” “I’m ready for it!” Caleb replied. “We’ll go forward in the power of God and watch Him give us the victory.” The two old men stood for a moment, bound by their past history, trusting and loving each other as only warriors who have been in battle together can. Then they turned and walked slowly back down the trail that led to the camp.

Moses’ hand trembled as he wrote the words. …if you do not obey the Lord your God and do not carefully follow all his commands and decrees I am giving you today, all these curses will come upon you and overtake you…. The Lord will cause you to be defeated before your enemies. You will come at them from one direction but flee from them in seven, and you will become a thing of horror to all the kingdoms on earth…. At midday you will grope about like a blind man in the dark. You will be unsuccessful in everything you do; day after day you will be oppressed and robbed, with no one to rescue you.