Try to imagine… From the moment Yeshua was born the adversary had been plotting how to destroy Him. And then, after being put through unimaginable torture and pain, Yeshua never once calling down His army of angels, it looked like Lucifer finally won. He defeated (seemingly) the holy Son of the Almighty. Hasatan must have been beside himself with glee. He must have been chest-puffed-out, impossible-to-live-with proud.
But, three days and three nights into his glorious celebration something happened. An earthquake. Then an electric excitement emitting from the Good Angels. What was that? Whispering in Lucifer’s ranks. What was happening?
HE WAS ALIVE! The chosen Son was alive! He has raised Himself and not only conquered hasatan, but He even conquered Death! What a nuclear blow to the adversary! Utter loss for evil. Their power had been completely stripped by the Holy Lamb of Eloheim, the Son of Eliyon.
I am reminded of a song. Like to hear it? Here it goes…
“Up from the Grave He Arose” https://youtu.be/oN77HjfAc8k
A flashback to my church days. 😇 The songs are still up there 🧠!
If you follow the Good Shepherd, (fleeing from strangers who climb into the pen some other way) take heart. He cares for you.
Shalom, b’shem Yeshua ha’Mashiach! 💕
the Hebrew Gypsy 