Servant of the Most High

I don’t pretend to be a scholar or a preacher, nor do I imagine myself infallible. If I’m wrong, then so be it — for being wrong is only another way of learning.

For years this matter has been circling in my heart like a great elephant in the room. Most people tiptoe around it, frightened to speak aloud what might upset the familiar furniture of belief. But I am not afraid. For if truth is truth, it can withstand the touch, and if it is not, then it is better we discover it sooner than later.

I stand as a Jew who believes in Yeshua, the Messiah, divine and radiant. I do not wear the robes of organized religion, simply a man who can read the text for himself, as all of us can, if only we dare.

And what I see is this: salvation is not some ethereal abstraction, but the living marriage of two realities — obedience to the commandments given in Torah, and the ministry of Yeshua, who embodies the Word of God in flesh and breath.