Last night Yeshu (that’s how he introduced himself, quite strangely, instead of “Yeshua” or “Jesus”, or even “Iēsous”) appeared to me in a dream and spoke to me. The vision was unsettling, since in all of my years of worshiping him he never appeared to me or spoke to me even once. For years I used to wonder what was wrong with me, since most of my Christian and Messianic friends had, what seemed like, regular visions and messages from him. But back to the vision. Yeshu greeted me with a simple “shalom”, to which I answered “hi”. He was wearing some sort of gray tunic, but otherwise he didn’t appear in any way remarkable. His English (for some reason I expected him to speak to me in Aramaic, perhaps Hebrew or at least in my native Russian) seemed to me quite good, with no discernible accent. He looked short to average height, medium build, cropped dark hair and longish beard. In the “by-the-way” sort of way I remarked to him that he certainly didn’t look like any god or even an angel. He said, “well, yes, and that’s why I am here”.
Then he proceeded to explain that he was sent back up, like Samuel to Saul, to tell me how much he was appalled and ashamed of being worshiped as a deity. He said to me, “Gene, I really enjoyed your yesterday’s blog post. You have a gift, young man”. I raised my eyebrows: “you have broadband down there???” Yeshu then told me that he was especially pained by the sight of Jews, particularly those who were raised without much in the way of Jewish education, singing him praises and calling “lord”, “god” and “savior”. It is quite humiliating and painful to him, he told me, but that he wasn’t responsible for this sort of idolatry. He said that he only wanted to be a Torah teacher to the poor and nothing more, but that some of his followers got carried away and started telling anyone who would listen that he was the messiah. He tried to stop them but to no avail. Their excessive enthusiasm soon led to him being apprehended by the Romans and executed as a rebel, along with some of his followers. But he never ever claimed to be G-d or accepted anything even resembling worship, he said very emphatically. In fact, he told me, he could hardly recognize any of the words attributed to him in the Christian bible as his own. I asked him if he was really a Pharisee as some suppose today? He said, well, he never had any formal religious education beyond learning to read Hebrew and some Torah basics that went along with that (his parents couldn’t afford to send him to full time study), but as a young man he would frequent lessons given by traveling Pharisaic teachers at various local synagogues. I then asked him what he thought of this man Paul and his teachings…. his face contorted in great pain. I nodded, “I understand, you don’t have to answer that one”. I then asked him if he, by some chance, could tell me who wrote the New Testament book of Hebrews? He was about to say something, but as quickly as he appeared, Yeshu was gone. I hope he comes again.
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