CULTUREVATING FAITH
Cultivating Faith Culture

cul·​ture·vat·ing \ verb

1. Cultivating your faith & family culture by learning to abide in Messiah Yeshua and His Torah.

Now Serving Pagan Pie or Oops, It’s Not Sol Invictus

Truthfully, it was an apple pie with a rosette and lines, not a pagan pie

Whoops, Did I Bake a Pagan Pie?

This week, my son Joined (a 20-year-old with autism) unwittingly taught me a lesson that had nothing to do with our usual deep discussions. Although we’re not followers of Staley, we did catch the “Truth or Tradition” video, and it seems Joined watched it at least twice and took some notes.

Returning from a trip during the afternoon of December 24th, I decided to bake an apple pie because my husband had a hankering for it. With leftover dough and a burst of creativity, I fashioned a pie crust artwork, complete with crumble topping, strips of dough, and a rosette in the center. Call me a wannabe food artist. My husband is the real artist in the family.

My husband thought it was beautiful and devoured it,

But Joined…

…with furrowed brows, was on high alert. Why? He was concerned I had fashioned the pie crust as a “Sun” as a tribute to Sol Invictus, celebrating the sun god’s birth on that day.

He was hoping I had not left Torah and was following after a Stone Age cult leader. In his eyes, I had baked a “PAGAN PIE” (my words, not his, but he was ready to boycott if I confirmed it was for Sol Invictus)!

After a closer inspection and a bit of explanation from me, Joined relaxed. Crisis averted. Yes, this was amusing!

Ut-Oh, Am I Guilty of the Same?

But it also got me pondering about the posts flooding the groups this past month (and I might be guilty of sharing posts, too). So many people, not celebrating Hanukkah or Christmas, were quick to point out the pagan roots (whether correct on every issue or not) with a dash of self-righteousness.

It hit me: speaking the truth in love is vital, but our actions speak louder than words. We aren’t going to reach people by breaking pie dishes over their heads.

Perhaps it’s time to stop expecting a “Stone Age cult leader” to pop up behind every design a person makes.

And I’m not influenced by evil spirits who led me, unknowingly, to design a pagan symbol and now I require immediate deliverance.

Yes, It’s an Apple Pie!

It was just an apple pie, adorned with some unintentional artwork from a well-intentioned wife and mom. It’s a pretty rosette from leftover pie strips.

I won’t toss my pie in the trash because it might offend someone on a pagan-symbol hunt. Yes, we must be cautious not to worship Yah like others worship false gods, as Deuteronomy 12 wisely warns us.

“When יהוה your Elohim does cut off from before you the nations which you go to dispossess, and you dispossess them and dwell in their land, guard yourself that you are not ensnared to follow them, after they are destroyed from before you, and that you do not inquire about their mighty ones, saying, ‘How did these nations serve their mighty ones? And let me do so too.’
Do not do so to יהוה your Elohim, for every abomination which יהוה hates they have done to their mighty ones, for they even burn their sons and daughters in the fire to their mighty ones. All the words I am commanding you, guard to do it – do not add to it nor take away from it.”

May the Law of Kindness Rules Our Tongues

But let’s also remember to tread lightly, speak kindly, and be living testimonies rather than internet stone-throwers.

Here’s to a slice of non-controversial apple pie and the wisdom to navigate these amusing, unintentional theological debates! Relax, I’m not serving Pagan Pie at my house! Shalom!

Pursuing Yah Through a Trial of Faith Thanksgiving Week

Shabbat Dinner Discovery

As we gathered for our weekly Shabbat, little did we know it would be a night etched in gratitude and faith. Seated around the table, savoring Zuppa Toscana (made with Kosher Meat) and homemade sourdough, our tranquility was disrupted by a concerning discovery about our adult son, Joined (name changed).

Glancing at his fingernail beds, I noticed an unsettling purple hue. Panic set in, and my mind raced through possible explanations. As a Torah pursuant follower of Yeshua, my instinct was to seek divine guidance. I assessed Joined’s oxygen levels and pulse, revealing an anomaly that left me uneasy.

Calling Dr. Mom

In the dread of employing local medical help, I assumed the role of “Doctor Mom,” probing Joined about his vitamin intake. A revelation unfolded – he hadn’t been taking them. My mind juggled thoughts of potential vitamin deficiency or dehydration. I had him take both, just to see if that would be the fix!

Wrestling with the decision to visit the Emergency Room, I grappled with the fear of judgment from some friends who had become increasingly critical. I desperately wanted to post a prayer request on Facebook, but I dreaded the judgment that might form in the minds of some.

In this moment, reminiscent of ancient Israel’s inclination to attribute misfortune to sin, I found solace in keeping our trial private. I had already learned the importance of guarding my heart from unjust judgments, after seeking guidance from my rabbi in navigating complex relationships within our community.

As Yeshua was passing by, He saw a man who had been blind since birth. His disciples asked Him, “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he should be born blind?”
Yeshua answered, “Neither this man nor his parents sinned. This happened so that the works of God might be brought to light in him.
~ John 9:1-3

Visit to the Urgent Care

As we eventually sought medical help, uncertainty gripped our hearts. At first, the news seemed encouraging, even though inconclusive.

Then on the night of the above photo of Joined, we were out celebrating a special day in our family. A phone call came in. It was the doctor. Test results sent shockwaves through our family, indicating a life-threatening condition. Tearfully praying for Yah’s guidance while trying to protect Joined from seeing my face or hearing my voice, I wrestled with fear but ultimately surrendered the outcome to His hands. Friends in the medical field and Joined’s siblings provided valuable insights during this challenging time.

Amidst the turmoil, I questioned my own life, seeking if Yah wanted me to change anything or repent of any unknown sins. Yah gave me nothing, except the trial to trust in Him. The next 24 hours were a battle of fear and trust, as I clung to the assurance that Yah was with us in the crucible.

Magnify יהוה‎ with me
and let us exalt His Name together.
 I sought יהוה‎, and He answered me,
and delivered me from all my fears.
 They who looked to Him were radiant,
and their faces will never be ashamed.
~ Psalm 34:4-6

Deliverance and Thanksgiving

The results finally arrived, bringing immense relief – Joined’s condition was not as dire as initially feared. Together with the doctor, we identified the root cause in his struggles with autism, ADHD, and OCD.

As we celebrate this Thanksgiving, the journey through uncertainty has magnified the importance of trust, gratitude, and the unwavering presence of Yah. His grace has carried us through, reminding us that, in Messiah Yeshua, even the most challenging steps forward are met with His guiding hand.

P.S. Did you know the roots of Thanksgiving trace back to the Pilgrims, who likely celebrated Sukkot with Native Americans, influenced by their exposure to Jewish traditions? This historical connection adds a deeper layer of significance to the season.