Comment on Questions About Israel You Can't Ask At Church by rusalka

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mstansfield · 3/6/2025, 5:31:46 PM · permalink

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mstansfield · 3/6/2025, 4:13:22 PM · permalink

You are correct.  I see prophecy in literal terms.  After all it was Isaiah that tell Judah more than a century before their exile that Israel would return.   
  
Let this Jew write a poem about my Arab brother Israel:    
  
My little brother where for art thou

A Lament by Michael the son of Enoch

My little brother… the dreamer. My heart sinks over you… my legs give way. From our father’s house you came to me. It was I who sold you to Egypt. From the gold in our Father’s house I sold you to Aram. From the coffers in His Home I sold you to Assyria.

Three times I sold you. Oh my little brother your tribes are lost.

Our Father came asking, Judah have you seen your little brother?

I replied, “Am I my brother’s keeper?”

Our Father wept, “Your brother’s blood weeps from the ground where you murdered him!”

I went to him, but he refused to be comforted, calling out, “My son Israel, my firstborn son!” My Father’s Spirit left His House, and I was exiled from the Beautiful Land.

Mourned for you little brother, I did not.

I said in my heart my brother is gone; I shall claim his birthright. I returned to the House of my Father. I said, “Father I have prepared a sacrifice before you that I may receive my inheritance.”

But our Father replied, “Who was it that was just here? I have made him many nations from the Nile to the Euphrates. I have spread him to the east and the west. Out of the barren womb of Sarah, Rebecca, and Rachel, I have made him a people like the stars of the sky. I have given everything to him and have nothing left for you!”

When I saw my father had accepted my little brother’s sacrifice over mine, I was enraged and would not look upon you as my little brother. Our Father saw my heart, put his arm around me, “My son your hate has blinded you, otherwise you might see with your eyes, hear with your ears, understand with your heart, and turn and be healed. Recall all the stories I told you of my love for your little brother? Remember when I sent my servant to you with the command love one another? Now come and celebrate with us! Embrace him, for your lost brother is found! He was dead and is now alive!”

Oh my little brother Israel, it is written that when you were a child I hated you in this way, not a kind word could I say about you, so our Father warned me, if you bless him you will be blessed, but if you curse him you will be cursed. If only I had listened to my Father’s servant, judge and you will be judged, forgive and you will be forgiven. Was it not I your older brother who was responsible for you? Was It not I who was your keeper?

But who was I?

In my wrath and jealousy, it was I who handed you over to our eldest brother Adam who put you on the cross in the valley of Megiddo… the one holding the blood-stained robe in the fields of the Armageddon. Praise to my Father who raised my little brother, his son Israel from the dead. As for me I was exiled from the millennial reign my Father prepared. Now here am I kneeling before you on the day of judgement just as you dreamt. So I put on my Levitical robes and knelt before my Father, “The fault is mine and mine alone let the sin of humanity fall upon me!” And I took upon myself the sin of the world and laid it upon the Lamb that was slain, and my great debt was forgiven.

My little Arab brother Joseph, is it really you, the one I sold?

My little Arab brother embraced me, “What you meant for evil God has used for good!” Then he took me by the hand, “Come and join me in Paradise.”

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