#moshiach

[moshiachmemes]

Messiah is Queer!

[catboyrashi]

nyashiach MEOW

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Feel like I should know this but fact question: obviously the belief in Moshiach does exist in Judaism but... is it anywhere in the Torah? It's "first attested" in Nach right?

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[jdsquared]

Zevachim 45a

[greco-roman-jewess]

The last couple weeks have been so crazy that my friend sent me this and I asked him which Arab nation the Iranian regime had provoked.

[dismalpizza2]

Shabbat afternoon discussions: rolling to Jerusalem in the resurrection of the dead. Prompted by my recollection of this "Subway map" style diagram.

First we die. Then we roll. A “Rolling To Jerusalem” Subway Map

I haven’t posted since last fall but I’ve been pretty busy with Jewish Monster Hunting related shenanigans. I’ve been working on Jewish Mons

[flexiblemirror]

Waiting for Mashiach Mashiach is the Hebrew word for the Messiah. The guy who will be able to make thuis world the awesome place it should be. Mashiach is the opposite of the WEF, and of all these little dictators who want to remake the world in their image. #MASHIACH #moshiach #Redemption #geula #peace #harmony #Godliness #chabad https://www.instagram.com/p/Ceyif9QtWGx/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[dovymcjewpunk]

Could you tell us about your time with Christianity & what inspired that, then what inspired you to come back to am yisrael?

Oof. So. That's a long story: so here goes:

I was raised in a Catholic and Jewish home by three parents: a Lesbian couple (both matrilineally Jewish) and one of their beards. The mom I'm biologically related to was raised Catholic by her father, and she wasn't allowed to be around her mother (they were divorced - her father was a dick). She was kinda controlling, so her religion was what I was raised with, but I had grown up always knowing that I was Jewish, and we celebrated some Jewish holidays because of my other mom. Eventually, Catholicism stopped making sense, but my Christian upbringing was really kinda abusive and the idea that Jesus of Nazareth wasn't the Moshiach didn't really occur to me because I was raised with a healthy (not) fear of hell, eternal damnation, etc. But I definitely felt pulled towards my Jewish roots (turns out my great grandparents came over from Germany fleeing some sort of antisemitic event) - so I became Messianic, which didn't work out so well because I was too Jewish for them. They didn't like that I followed actual Jewish law and custom. And eventually, just like Catholicism, their theology stopped making sense after a while - but because Jesus was the one thing I thought was a given, I looked for truth on that path. From reading the New Testament, I decided that the true Christian community had to believe that the Eucharist is the body and blood of Jesus - so I became Orthodox Christian because that was my other option besides Catholic. I was confirmed in the Greek Orthodox Church, and even became a cantor and sacristan. It was a lovely community and I feel like I learned a lot there, but eventually certain things stopped making sense. My belief was based on the idea that Jesus was Moshiach, and I started to realise that he didn't do very Moshiach things. For one, it's been more than forty years and the dead are still dead, and we're still in galus. And why would Moshiach tell us to eat flesh and drink blood? Also, the whole human sacrifice thing? And the Torah says a person cannot die for another's sins. It really hit me the last Holy Friday that I was Christian when I realised how antisemitic some of the hymns I was chanting were, and then when we were venerating the crucifix it just hit me "this is avoda zarah", "my ancestors escaped Germany for me to kiss crosses?" The whole time I was Orthodox Christian, I always felt more at home when I visited the synagogue periodically. After the Tree of Life shooting (may their memories be a blessing) I felt a great need to be closer to my people - and sat shivah for the victims. From the Shabbos after I started going to shul again, and shortly after stated becoming observant again. This pretty much overlapped with the theological realisations. A couple weeks later I had a happy conversation with my rabbi, and an awkward conversation with my priest. A few weeks later, I had a mikveh and made a statement of faith in front of the ark at my shul, and I'm finally home.