You're Too Late

David I. Jackson

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You will accept the growth expected of you if you are to really be a true believer in the MESSIAH. There are going to be times you’re going to have to feel like you’re being stretched to the breaking point. You can call it toughing it out to see what becomes of your new understanding. That’s why I like to think about being anchored in the LORD.

Sujets

• Jewish
• Histoire
• Jews
• Slavery
• History

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• Publié par: AuthorHouse
• Date de parution: 04 avril 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781728377100
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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YOU’RE TOO LATE
How Europeans and Americans brought the curse of EL ELOHIYM on themselves
 
 
 
 
 
 
David I. Jackson
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
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Published by AuthorHouse 04/04/2023
 
ISBN: 978-1-7283-7711-7 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-7283-7710-0 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2023900665
 
 
 
 
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Scripture quotations are from the Holy Bible, King James Version (Authorized Version). First published in 1611. Quoted from the KJV Classic Reference Bible, Copyright © 1983 by The Zondervan Corporation.
 
 
 
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CONTENTS
Preface
 
Chapter 1       Who I Am
Chapter 2       His Name Is Yahusha Hamashiach
Chapter 3       The Causeless Curse
Chapter 4       Powerful Declarations To Place Or Reverse The Curse
Chapter 5       1948
Chapter 6       Suddenly I’m The Hated
Chapter 7       Yahudiym, You Will Remember
Chapter 8       Death And Destruction (Part 1)
Chapter 9       Death And Destruction (Part 2)
Chapter 10     The Iberian Persecution
Chapter 11     Obadiah’s Vision
Chapter 12     Neo-Persecution
Chapter 13     Deuteronomy 28
Chapter 14     The Lemba
Chapter 15     There Are Too Many Negro’s
Chapter 16     How To Receive Your Salvation
 
Appendix 1
 
Few of us have had an apprenticeship in being an Israe lite!
 
I want to thank YAHUAH the Most High who I’d like to show my appreciation to for helping me to write. Without Him there would be no reason to write this book. I also thank my mother, Maynetta Troutman, the owner and editor of the former New Jersey Chronicle newspaper who made me read books to her as a child. I thank Fejowu Love Ima my Nigerian friend. She kept encouraging me again and again to write my book. I also want to show my gratitude to Navec a writer from the Congo who I’ve had many conversations over the years about religion. I can’t forget Kathy and Michelle, Andrew and Carolyn who help me in various ways in living.
PREFACE
The bookstore was really crowded after service. It’s 1997, the pastor had committed to a masterful display of wordsmanship when he delivered his message that morning and the crowded church bookstore was evident. My eyes were focused on the couple just ahead of me in the cash register line. The discussion of the books they were about to buy piqued my interest. He was looking down at the books she was about to purchase. She said, “I’d rather buy it now while we’re here. Still looking at the two books she was about to pay for, he pointed at one of her selections. He responded, “This doesn’t really make sense.” She was about to pay for a brand-new King James Bible. “I don’t know why you don’t just buy the New Testament. That’s all we need anyway.” I thought of his economic reasoning that somehow made sense, but I couldn’t help thinking about all they’d miss from the stories, the wisdom, and the apostles. People are always trying to save money but at what cost? There was too much to lose as I thought of David, Isaiah, Esther, and Daniel even Job as much as I dread reading his book over again. I imagined missing out on God’s strange responses to Ezekiel for the people he was responsible for. He wouldn’t have a chance to figure out how all of the men and women who loved the MESSIAH so much that they gave their lives to spread His message. They must read about YAHUSHA and the Torah and what it’s supposed to mean to the person who is in love with reading the Word of GOD.
Acts 17:6 And when they found them not, they drew Jason and certain brethren unto the rulers of the city, crying, These that have turned the world upside down are come hither also…
I was in bed and just waking up one morning. It was the period just before being fully awake. God would often speak to me during those times. He had to get my attention at the times when I wasn’t busy. I didn’t give Him the time that I should have during my waking hours. I’m still learning, even at my age, but what He said to me that morning really got my attention. I consider His words even though it was 30 years ago. He said, “Things are going to change but it’s going to cost you.” What in the world did He mean by that? I wondered as sleep slowly left me. I did like the idea of things changing because to be honest they weren’t going that great for me at the time. However, it was the cost of the expected change that really woke me up. What could He have meant by the cost? I remember telling one of the pastors at the church I attended at the time what the Holy Spirit said to me. She had a look of worry on her face, then she said, “You really need to pray about that Word.”
Many years later I was in bed trying to get to sleep but there was something nagging me, and I knew what it was. I had been watching TV and saw on the news that they’ve killed another one. I could not take any more killing and brutalizing of one more African American. From seeing the “whites only” signs in Virginia as a child, to the seemingly endless freestyle shooting and killing of another black life. I knew something was wrong and the Hamite curse that Europeans taught us just wasn’t doing it for me. There was a time in my life when I had cast off everything that represented the Judeo-Christian ethic. Being raised a Christian in the African Methodist Episcopal church, I was given these righteous beliefs from an early age. I can think of a time when my mother took my older brother and I to church in West Philadelphia. I was about 3 or 4 years of age. As I sat next to her that morning, I happened to look up at the huge stained-glass window containing the image of Jesus Christ a few feet behind and just above pastor Theophilus E. Harper as he preached to us the Word. I can’t remember the sermon that morning, but I do remember what I was feeling at the time. It was a scene I won’t forget. The sun was shining through the glass at just the right angle. It shown through Jesus’ smiling face, and it seemed like He was looking right at me. A whole host of feelings within overwhelmed me and I began to cry silently. It’s unfortunate that at the same time, my mother wasn’t feeling the same thing when she happened to look down at me. She reached over and pinched my leg. It was hard enough to snap me out of whatever I was feeling about the image of Jesus Christ. The JESUS in that stained-glass window was white but it didn’t matter one way or the other. I loved Him when I thought He was white, and I loved Him when I discovered He was the same color that I am. There were some detours that took me off course. Detours that were a waste of my time and effort. I remember a time, about 45 years ago, while waiting for the subway to take me to work in Philadelphia. There was a young woman who walked up to me and asked me if I knew JESUS. I had, at that time, sworn off my Judeo-Christian ethic. I wasn’t really prepared for a question like that because I was a Buddhist at the time. But I had an answer for this dear sister. I said to her, “How can you believe in a God that would allow an entire race of people to be enslaved and treated so horribly as slaves?” I made it quite clear I was a revolutionary, and I was at a point in my life when I didn’t want to hear about Jesus, or anything related to a just GOD. I had to wait 14 years to be brought back to the TRUTH of GOD’s Word to understand the thing that was so confusing to me at the time. I had no idea that I would be doing the exact same type of witnessing that she was doing in the future some 15 or 16 years later. Something within me had changed. The devil had really done a job on me, the child who loved Jesus. Changing me to someone who hated the thought of loving a Jesus who would allow the world to hate all so-called black people. It’s funny how things change in a person’s life and how change, growth, and development can take place in a single lifetime. I had gone from Christian to Buddhist and back again. When I think about it now, I have to say for EL ELOHIYM to put such a heavy curse on an entire race of people like the Negro, for no reason at all, would really frustrate all of my biblical training. From what I have learned about Him initially, it would go against His way of thinking and doing. I could not wrap my head around the fact that the African diaspora that have been scattered all over the face of the earth and enslaved for no spiritual reason at all, just on a divine whim, seemed so meaningless. It was the question that EL ELOHIYM answered so completely. It was the answer that led me down this path to understanding what it means to be a bloodline Hebrew. I am not a black Hebrew Israelite as the media likes to refer to us. The title of Hebrew Israelite is much more than sufficient.
I have a friend who was a Christian. But after an emotional mishap with someone she had loved, who turned out to not be all that she had hoped for, she changed her mind and s