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…and how to get it (part 4)

What if all it takes to access the Faith of Enoch is a KEY and the key is in the following less-than-perfect translation from the original language into
English?

⁵ By faith Enoch was taken away so that he did not see death, “and was not found, because God had taken him”; for before he was taken he had this testimony, that he pleased God. ⁶ But without faith it is impossible to please Him, for he who comes to God must believe that He is, and that He is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him.

I’m not going to attempt to tell you how to access the very same faith by which Enoch never experienced physical death (again, according to this passage), but I AM going to share how a thump on the back of my head confirmed the path for me.

It was two a.m. on a Monday morning; I’d been invited by Walter Miller, the President of the local Christian Contractors Association, to speak at their monthly 7:00 a.m. breakfast at a hotel meeting room in Hilo, Hawaii.

I woke up with a start, realizing I didn’t have a clue what I was going to say. He had told me that the group was comprised of construction workers and everyone would show up dressed to go to their various job-sites.

I quickly got dressed in very casual clothing, and went into my little office in my home about twenty miles from the hotel, got on the floor with my head under the desk and started beating on the floor with my fists, telling my Friend, repeatedly that I wanted only his will.

The thump on the back of my head occurred when I heard an audible voice say: “Twenty-nine: Thirteen.” Startled, I scrambled to get out from under the desk and hit my head on the center drawer getting up.

I immediately knew somehow that it was Jeremiah 29:13, not a book I had spent a lot of time studying. 

“You will seek me and find me, when you search for me with all your heart.”

I asked, “What am I supposed to do with this?” A vivid picture came into my mind, of sharing what had happened, including banging my head at the hasty exit from under the desk and that I was not supposed to speak, but rather the group should have a discussion about what the passage meant to each individual.

Walter introduced me and I simply told them what had happened and that I was to sit down and basically shut up (period).

The link below is to a Brad Cullen article I wrote in 2014, sharing the same story with some other details. This will bring us full circle back to the key that unlocks the mystery of The Faith of Enoch and Part 5 which is next.

http://spiritualhealingsource.com/?p=7248

…and HOW to get it (Part 3)

Almost 65 years ago, at the age of 24, I literally yelled, “Jesus, if you are real, take over my life, I need help.”

That created a shift within me, from declaring that it was impossible to know if there was a God to realizing I had my own personal emissary from God.

STOP! PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING, AND THEN COME BACK HERE (to Part 3).

Please note, that whatever I had heard about Jesus previously –to this experience of demanding that he take over my life– I had steadfastly insisted that it was impossible to know how and if he might have any connection to God; and that includes whatever label you insist on attaching to the name “Jesus” and no matter how you insist on spelling it, please click on or copy and paste the  link below into your browser, it will open to a Brad Cullen article I wrote in 2011, Who is Jesus?

http://spiritualhealingsource.com/?p=1820

Did I really have to impose that ten year old article on you? Well, Jesus suggested I enter the question into the search box of the SHS website and I was surprised that it was even a part of the Being Jesus series; I certainly don’t remember writing that segment.

The point I’m making is that Jesus and I never stopped talking to one another. It was with his approval that I began this series about the faith of Enoch.

What happened almost 65 years ago that caused the grip of Agnosticism around my mind to let go?

In a nutshell, I had been sleep-deprived for several days and compounded the problem by drinking too much. I was an owner-operator of an over-the-road, diesel-powered rig, rolling night and day, and catching a nap with head on the huge steering wheel of the old Kenworth (one of the last ones produced in the Seattle factory in 1944, until after World War II ended).

It was a Saturday, in 1957, and I was fighting sleep so that I could make it home to my wife and family for the first time in over a week. I’d forgotten that I promised her I’d be home in time to go out with friends to a nightclub to hear a band.

It had been eighteen hours, since I’d had about an hour nap while they were loading my rig 600 miles to the north, near the California-Oregon Border. The destination was San Diego, and my home was roughly half way there in San Leandro on the east side of the San Francisco Bay.

My since-then-deceased wife saw that I was not only exhausted, but under the influence of the staple of “wild-cat” truck operators of the era, Benzedrine and caffeine, and with far more wisdom than I, tried to talk me out of keeping my promise and we went out. I remember little.

The next morning was a different story. I woke up with a hangover of huge proportions. Made myself two pots of coffee with which I washed down a couple of “Bennies” –I actually claimed to be acting responsibly, because I was scared to death I might cause an accident wielding a 60’ “eighteen wheeler,” weighing close to forty tons, on the then mostly two lane, winding and dangerous, U.S. 101 “Coast Highway,” all the way to San Diego– if I was not wide awake and alert.

As I was making my last minute check of tires, lights, and cables holding the load, I remember, vividly, feeling light-headed and very afraid – growing rapidly into a full blown panic attack, terrified that I was literally going crazy from all the abuse I had put my body through.

I went to the rear of the truck and yelled for the first time in my memory, “Jesus, if you are real, take over my life, I need help!”

I had shifted from being an Agnostic to believer and a deep sense of peace came over me; I knew that I would have a safe and uneventful trip with a new and closest friend.

It would be many, many years before I would experience the “faith of Enoch,” but it was the beginning of the road that led to it. The Faith of Enoch is an, as yet, unfinished series, I have no idea what Part 4 will bring, but Part 3 ends here.

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…and HOW to get it (Part 2)

Remember, in Part 1, in English, “By faith Enoch was taken away so that he did not see death, and was not found, because God had taken him . . .”

That’s what I’m calling, “The Faith of Enoch,” the ultimate death avoidance mechanism.

The revelation given me is that it is not “your” or “my” faith, but rather it is an extension of God-faith, or the faith-of-God and is not possessed, but rather accessed from an intimate relationship with I AM that, I AM.

The next part of the passage, in English, provides a clue as to how:

“…for before he was taken he had this testimony, that he pleased God. But without faith it is impossible to please Him, for he who comes to God must believe that He is, and that He is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him.”

“Diligently seek him…” what’s that mean?

It is here that I’m hoping that you take an honest look at something: It is difficult to begin a close relationship with a being that has an easily seen and remembered appearance and that with someone with whom there is already some sort of a mutual attraction.

Some people are fortunate to have an easily recognizable (within) desire to know God (by whatever other title or name) at a very young age.

Somewhere around the age of 16, I decided that it was impossible to know if there even was a God, I’d become an Agnostic before hearing the word.

I had a simple argument to rebuff any attempt to convince me otherwise; “You tell me you believe one way somebody, else believes something entirely different and even thinks you’re wrong.

“I’m not saying you’re wrong, or that they’re wrong, I’m just saying, based on all the different beliefs and each one believing any other belief is untrue, I just don’t think it’s possible to know.”

I was 24, when I took a different look …out of desperation, that’s next in:  

The Faith of Enoch . . .

…and HOW to get it (Part 3)