Matthew 16:21 "From that time forth began Yahshua to show His disciples, how that He must go unto Jerusalem, and suffer many things of the elders and chief priest and scribes, and be killed, and be raised again the third day."
Matthew 17:23 "...and the third day He shall be raised again."
Matthew 20:19 "...and the third day He shall rise again."
Mark 9:31 "...and He shall rise the third day."
Mark 10:34 "...and the third day He shall rise again."
Luke 9:22 "..and be raised the third day."
Yahshua's teaching seems to show quite clearly that he would be raised the third day. What do some of the disciples say in their writings?
Luke says:
Acts 10:40 "Him Yahweh raised up the third day, and showed Him openly."
Paul says:
1Cor. 15:3-4 "For I delivered unto you first of all that which I also received, how that Messiah died for our sins according to the scriptures;"(4)" And that He was buried, and that He rose again the third day according to the scriptures."
We see over and over again how scripture verifies that Yahshua rose again the third day. But some how, some where along the way, we have adopted the idea this meant He was in the grave 72 hrs, making it 3 days and 3 nights, although we dont find it in scripture where He said He'd be in the "grave" that long.
Lets count...we know that from Lev. 23 that Yahshua was to be out first fruits, our passover Lamb. And that passover was to be the 14th day of the month.
In Matthew 27: 57-61 We have a clear picture of what happen on the 14th day, the day of preparation. After Yahshua died a man named Joseph,a disciple of Yahshua, came and asked for the body of Yahshua and placed Him in a tomb. Verses 62-66 gives us the day after preparation, it being the 15th and a Sabbath. Here the chief priest and Pharisees come together and ask Pilate for a watch to be set at Yahshua's tomb...V.64 "Command therefore that the sepulcher be made sure until the third day..." Note: If Yahshua was going to be in the grave 3 days and 3 nights..why not set the watch until after the 3rd night, unto the 4th day? Matthew 28:1 "In the end of the Sabbath.." (remember the sabbath ended here at sundown and the new day began, the 16th.) "...as it began to dawn toward the first day of the week .." came the women. Verse 2: " And, behold, there was a great earthquake: for the angel of Yahweh descended from heaven, and came and rolled back the stone from the door, and sat upon it." (3) " His countenance was like lightening, and his raiment white as snow:" (4) "And for fear of him the keepers did shake, and become as dead men." (5) " And the angel answered and said unto the women, Fear not ye:for I know that ye seek Yahshua, which was crucified." (6) He is not here: for He is risen, as He said..."
So we have day 1: day of preparation, the 14th. And that evening began day 2: the sabbath, the 15th. And that evening began day 3, the 16th and also being the 1st day of the week. And we find He was already risen before the women came to the tomb! Barely into the third day, let alone close to having the third night yet.
So what do you all think? 3 days and 3 nights?
Friday, January 9, 2009
His Death
Imagine with me for a moment:
You stand at your trial, and are sentenced to death for crimes that you did not commit. You knew this was going to happen long beforehand, but at the time it is still almost impossible to grasp. How can someone cope with hearing his or her own death sentence pronounced?
After the trial, you are taken to the governor so that the death sentence may be approved. The matter is briefly debated because the deciding official sees no just cause for the sentence, but he is then pressured into approving the decision by your accusers and the crowd that has gathered. The people even call to have a convicted killer and insurrectionist released, leaving you to die. It is a sad example of how stupid and cruel humans can really be to those who truly love them.
Following the approval of your death you are taken outside by the soldiers where you are stripped of your clothes, struck repeatedly with closed fists and a staff, spat upon, and mocked. You are then scourged many times, over and over, with a modified weapon similar to a cat-o-nine-tails but with only two or three leather straps, which have marble-sized, barbell-shaped metal or bone pellets attached to their tips. As you are whipped with this device, your flesh is shredded by the leather lashes, pulverized with amazing force by the ball-bearing like pellets swung at the ends of the straps, and stripped from your body all at the same time. Most likely your ribs have been laid bare through the flesh of your back, which has been greatly torn away by the force of the multiple-strapped leather weapon. Some of your skin and flesh still hangs from your body in bloody strips when the scourging is finally finished.
After this ordeal, you can hardly stand. Almost all of your strength has been sapped away by the beating, you are losing an unknown amount of blood, and the pain is so great you are almost paralyzed. As you kneel, hunched over on the ground and holding yourself barely erect with your arms which have been temporarily released, a brutal circlet of thorny vine is forced down around the crown of your skull to the level of your forehead. The thorns are very sharp and long, stiff and amazingly tough, and reminiscent of small, strong twigs of English oak which have been whittled to a very sharp point. These thorns tear into your scalp with astounding tenacity. Some pierce completely through the skin on your head to scrape the bone as they are forced down harshly, again stripping some flesh, but this time from your skull and in smaller portions as compared to your bleeding back. These wounds set blood running down your face, some finding its way into your eyes after mixing with your sweat. This salty gore burns your eyes, greatly impairing your vision, and the thorns that caused this flow most likely contain small amounts of very irritating, burning poison used to aid in the vines’ natural defense against foraging animals.
After this torture, you are forced to carry at LEAST the crossbar of the crucifix that you are to die upon a sizable distance across town to a hill called "the Place of the Skull." Even if you only bear this relatively small portion of the instrument of your death, it is almost impossible for you to take it far on your own. This piece alone weighs a great deal, being at least six feet long and thick enough in depth and width to support your 180-plus pound weight for a matter of many hours, and your strength is already greatly depleted due to the pain and blood-loss. You must carry it against your back and dragging on the ground behind you, and the pain this causes is simply unbelievable because of the wood grating against your exposed ribs and backbone.
As you stumble along, barely able to think or see clearly, your blood is falling on the ground, leaving a vivid record of where you have come from and what you have already endured. After a distance, you finally collapse under the weight of the beam, falling onto your hands and knees as the crossbar then crashes down upon your flesh-bare back, most likely knocking you completely down to the ground. The soldiers see that you cannot carry your burden any farther, so they force a man from the surrounding crowd to bear it the rest of the way. You had almost forgotten the spectators and taunts in your pain, hadn’t you? For a brief moment you realize your surroundings, and the turnout of witnesses for your death. Then you are picked up and shoved back on your way.
You finally stumble up the hill to the site of your death…and you see three holes, each with one slanted side, already dug. Into these holes the crucifixes of you and your fellow "criminals" will be heaved, after the crossbars have been attached to the greater beams with you nailed to them. And now the real ordeal begins.
The clothes you wore earlier (a single, seamless tunic) you see being gambled for by some of the soldiers as others are attaching the crossbar to the beam: and there you see your death’s device as a whole. After it has been firmly mounted, your weak body is laid out upon it by the soldiers, who then proceed to drive a thick, stout steel stud between the two bones of your forearm close to where they meet in the wrist. This point is strong enough to support the weight of your body, whereas the bones and flesh of your hands are not. It seems the Romans have this pretty well thought out…
After each arm has been nailed down to the wood, your feet are crossed so that one is directly in front of the other. Your toes are pointed down away from your body, and a single, longer metal stud is driven directly through both your feet and into the beam. You are now stapled to the cross.
Next, your crucifix is heaved up and guided into the hole, sliding at first easily into the slant, then jostled around as the base of the beam makes contact with the sides of the hole and grates down into position. Finally it is erect.
The pain is now horrendous, exactly as the Romans intended when coming up with this particular means of execution. Crucifixion is used precisely for this reason: the amazing amounts of agony it produces. You must support the entire weight of your body either with your legs or by hanging from the wrists. Remember that your legs have only the single metal rod driven through your feet to push the body mass back up against gravity. When they finally give out due to lack of strength and the sheer pain of supporting this weight by a single nail through both feet together, you must then hang by your wrists, and the nails piercing them.
However, you can only hang from the wrists so long before having to use your legs again, because under the weight of the body with no lower support, you cannot breathe. The weight of your own body is suffocating you, and you are now fighting a losing battle. You will die of asphyxiation due to lack of oxygen if your legs cannot hold you up. And keep in mind, throughout this whole ordeal of hanging and pushing yourself back up the cross, your back is fully exposed and already stripped of flesh. The rough wooden crucifix grates agonizingly against your ribs and whatever flesh there is left is further mashed and mangled by the constant friction and wooden splinters.
It IS possible, and indeed highly probable (given the duration of the Gospel accounts), that your cross has been fixed with a sedile on it, this being a small projection on the main upright of the cross…in effect a seat (you may notice the similarity to the word saddle). This serves the purpose of prolonging the crucifixion experience. Some modern tests have shown that without an aid of some sort, crucifixion victims could only last at maximum about 10 minutes on the cross. Then the muscles in the legs become too weak and pained to function and push the body up to exhale and death is quick. However, don’t think this "saddle" will make the experience any more pleasant or tolerable. The sedile was usually sharpened, with the result that you could not sit on it consciously for long. Seeming evidence from the Shroud of Turin (which with more frequent and rigorous scientific examination is beginning to appear more than likely a genuine crucifixion, if not THE crucifixion) would back the sedile theory up.
After a seeming eternity of this alternating (from hanging briefly to pushing yourself back up on your legs or to sit on the sedile), being a span of hours at least, with a crowd of onlookers including those who organized your death and your closest friends and family, your strength begins to fade. You can no longer push your weight up from below to exhale and draw a breath. You remain hanging by the wrists or fall unconscious on the sedile (possibly impaling yourself on it), and begin to suffocate for the last time, under the burden of your own body. After a short time without a breath, your body runs out of the oxygen necessary to support consciousness, and you black out. An ignoble death quickly follows. And you are now no more than a scarecrow.
THINK ABOUT IT
Would you consider your death by these means something to be taken lightly, joked about, and mocked? Personally, I don’t think I could handle it as well as the man who actually had to undergo it. His name was Yahshua ("Jesus"), and He was wholly innocent and undeserving of such abuse. He underwent this for US, dying the death that you and I deserved before we found His grace…please, take some time to consider the situation before making light of it. I find it to be a very serious issue. And remember, God will not be mocked…you WILL eventually meet Him face to face. I hope you’ll be prepared.
Khesed v'Shalom b'Shem Yahshua HaMoshiack
("Grace and peace in the name of Yahshua the messiah")
S. Daniel Nobis
You stand at your trial, and are sentenced to death for crimes that you did not commit. You knew this was going to happen long beforehand, but at the time it is still almost impossible to grasp. How can someone cope with hearing his or her own death sentence pronounced?
After the trial, you are taken to the governor so that the death sentence may be approved. The matter is briefly debated because the deciding official sees no just cause for the sentence, but he is then pressured into approving the decision by your accusers and the crowd that has gathered. The people even call to have a convicted killer and insurrectionist released, leaving you to die. It is a sad example of how stupid and cruel humans can really be to those who truly love them.
Following the approval of your death you are taken outside by the soldiers where you are stripped of your clothes, struck repeatedly with closed fists and a staff, spat upon, and mocked. You are then scourged many times, over and over, with a modified weapon similar to a cat-o-nine-tails but with only two or three leather straps, which have marble-sized, barbell-shaped metal or bone pellets attached to their tips. As you are whipped with this device, your flesh is shredded by the leather lashes, pulverized with amazing force by the ball-bearing like pellets swung at the ends of the straps, and stripped from your body all at the same time. Most likely your ribs have been laid bare through the flesh of your back, which has been greatly torn away by the force of the multiple-strapped leather weapon. Some of your skin and flesh still hangs from your body in bloody strips when the scourging is finally finished.
After this ordeal, you can hardly stand. Almost all of your strength has been sapped away by the beating, you are losing an unknown amount of blood, and the pain is so great you are almost paralyzed. As you kneel, hunched over on the ground and holding yourself barely erect with your arms which have been temporarily released, a brutal circlet of thorny vine is forced down around the crown of your skull to the level of your forehead. The thorns are very sharp and long, stiff and amazingly tough, and reminiscent of small, strong twigs of English oak which have been whittled to a very sharp point. These thorns tear into your scalp with astounding tenacity. Some pierce completely through the skin on your head to scrape the bone as they are forced down harshly, again stripping some flesh, but this time from your skull and in smaller portions as compared to your bleeding back. These wounds set blood running down your face, some finding its way into your eyes after mixing with your sweat. This salty gore burns your eyes, greatly impairing your vision, and the thorns that caused this flow most likely contain small amounts of very irritating, burning poison used to aid in the vines’ natural defense against foraging animals.
After this torture, you are forced to carry at LEAST the crossbar of the crucifix that you are to die upon a sizable distance across town to a hill called "the Place of the Skull." Even if you only bear this relatively small portion of the instrument of your death, it is almost impossible for you to take it far on your own. This piece alone weighs a great deal, being at least six feet long and thick enough in depth and width to support your 180-plus pound weight for a matter of many hours, and your strength is already greatly depleted due to the pain and blood-loss. You must carry it against your back and dragging on the ground behind you, and the pain this causes is simply unbelievable because of the wood grating against your exposed ribs and backbone.
As you stumble along, barely able to think or see clearly, your blood is falling on the ground, leaving a vivid record of where you have come from and what you have already endured. After a distance, you finally collapse under the weight of the beam, falling onto your hands and knees as the crossbar then crashes down upon your flesh-bare back, most likely knocking you completely down to the ground. The soldiers see that you cannot carry your burden any farther, so they force a man from the surrounding crowd to bear it the rest of the way. You had almost forgotten the spectators and taunts in your pain, hadn’t you? For a brief moment you realize your surroundings, and the turnout of witnesses for your death. Then you are picked up and shoved back on your way.
You finally stumble up the hill to the site of your death…and you see three holes, each with one slanted side, already dug. Into these holes the crucifixes of you and your fellow "criminals" will be heaved, after the crossbars have been attached to the greater beams with you nailed to them. And now the real ordeal begins.
The clothes you wore earlier (a single, seamless tunic) you see being gambled for by some of the soldiers as others are attaching the crossbar to the beam: and there you see your death’s device as a whole. After it has been firmly mounted, your weak body is laid out upon it by the soldiers, who then proceed to drive a thick, stout steel stud between the two bones of your forearm close to where they meet in the wrist. This point is strong enough to support the weight of your body, whereas the bones and flesh of your hands are not. It seems the Romans have this pretty well thought out…
After each arm has been nailed down to the wood, your feet are crossed so that one is directly in front of the other. Your toes are pointed down away from your body, and a single, longer metal stud is driven directly through both your feet and into the beam. You are now stapled to the cross.
Next, your crucifix is heaved up and guided into the hole, sliding at first easily into the slant, then jostled around as the base of the beam makes contact with the sides of the hole and grates down into position. Finally it is erect.
The pain is now horrendous, exactly as the Romans intended when coming up with this particular means of execution. Crucifixion is used precisely for this reason: the amazing amounts of agony it produces. You must support the entire weight of your body either with your legs or by hanging from the wrists. Remember that your legs have only the single metal rod driven through your feet to push the body mass back up against gravity. When they finally give out due to lack of strength and the sheer pain of supporting this weight by a single nail through both feet together, you must then hang by your wrists, and the nails piercing them.
However, you can only hang from the wrists so long before having to use your legs again, because under the weight of the body with no lower support, you cannot breathe. The weight of your own body is suffocating you, and you are now fighting a losing battle. You will die of asphyxiation due to lack of oxygen if your legs cannot hold you up. And keep in mind, throughout this whole ordeal of hanging and pushing yourself back up the cross, your back is fully exposed and already stripped of flesh. The rough wooden crucifix grates agonizingly against your ribs and whatever flesh there is left is further mashed and mangled by the constant friction and wooden splinters.
It IS possible, and indeed highly probable (given the duration of the Gospel accounts), that your cross has been fixed with a sedile on it, this being a small projection on the main upright of the cross…in effect a seat (you may notice the similarity to the word saddle). This serves the purpose of prolonging the crucifixion experience. Some modern tests have shown that without an aid of some sort, crucifixion victims could only last at maximum about 10 minutes on the cross. Then the muscles in the legs become too weak and pained to function and push the body up to exhale and death is quick. However, don’t think this "saddle" will make the experience any more pleasant or tolerable. The sedile was usually sharpened, with the result that you could not sit on it consciously for long. Seeming evidence from the Shroud of Turin (which with more frequent and rigorous scientific examination is beginning to appear more than likely a genuine crucifixion, if not THE crucifixion) would back the sedile theory up.
After a seeming eternity of this alternating (from hanging briefly to pushing yourself back up on your legs or to sit on the sedile), being a span of hours at least, with a crowd of onlookers including those who organized your death and your closest friends and family, your strength begins to fade. You can no longer push your weight up from below to exhale and draw a breath. You remain hanging by the wrists or fall unconscious on the sedile (possibly impaling yourself on it), and begin to suffocate for the last time, under the burden of your own body. After a short time without a breath, your body runs out of the oxygen necessary to support consciousness, and you black out. An ignoble death quickly follows. And you are now no more than a scarecrow.
THINK ABOUT IT
Would you consider your death by these means something to be taken lightly, joked about, and mocked? Personally, I don’t think I could handle it as well as the man who actually had to undergo it. His name was Yahshua ("Jesus"), and He was wholly innocent and undeserving of such abuse. He underwent this for US, dying the death that you and I deserved before we found His grace…please, take some time to consider the situation before making light of it. I find it to be a very serious issue. And remember, God will not be mocked…you WILL eventually meet Him face to face. I hope you’ll be prepared.
Khesed v'Shalom b'Shem Yahshua HaMoshiack
("Grace and peace in the name of Yahshua the messiah")
S. Daniel Nobis
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