Train Up A Child: The Professor With Glasses. THE DALET SCROLL

Proverbs 22:6 (KJV)  Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.

Shalom Aleichem (Peace Be To You) , I write this missive in (HaShem Yeshua HaMeshiach) The Name Jesus The Christ) in Grace and Blessings to all.  

I write this missive in the spirit of my Gidal Ima Adi Koren (Grandmother Eddie Ray) 

Hallelujah!!!

As I continue to write and compile, polaroid snapshots of my journey to Yeshuat (Salvation) through my blessed time to possess the Breath Of Life in worldly ignorance, in juxtaposition to spiritual grace, I would be amiss if I did not begin with my Grandma Eddie Ray and Grace Refuge Baptist Church in Detroit, Michigan. 

From birth to twelve years of age I attended church with my Grandmother every Sunday, thus spending every weekend for the first 12 years of my life at my grandparents' house in Highland Park Michigan.  As a result of irreconcilable differences, that would lead to a divorce decree bearing the same, in addition to youthful parents who were not equally yoked, I became a priority of my paternal grandmother. In retrospect, I can see that her wisdom, in her ways, deeds, and actions was to fill the void of my father's damaged ego, immaturity, and inability to understand and cope with what had occurred in his marriage.  While I love my parents and the diversity of my family and upbringing, this writing is to highlight the journey of my Yeshuat (Salvation) in my life, and my parents split; as misunderstood as it may have been in my youth,  is the genesis of that very Yeshuat. (Salvation) in retrospect.  Hallelujah!!! Amen.  

Psalms 150:1-6 (KJV)  Praise ye the LORD. Praise God in his sanctuary: praise him in the firmament of his power.

Praise him for his mighty acts: praise him according to his excellent greatness.

Praise him with the sound of the trumpet: praise him with the psaltery and harp.

Praise him with the timbrel and dance: praise him with stringed instruments and organs.

Praise him upon the loud cymbals: praise him upon the high-sounding cymbals.

Let everything that hath breath praise the LORD. Praise ye the LORD.

From birth to12 years old I and my GidolImma Adi Qoren (Grandmother Eddie Ray)  attended  Grace Refuge Baptist Church in Detroit Michigan every single Sunday for 12 years straight.  It was during this 12-year period that I actually noticed that my parents were split, or what they call divorced. This was only due to the dynamic, I would spend the weekends over my paternal grandmother's house. Therefore I would not be with my mother all weekend. Nor would I be with my father all weekend.  This never really much mattered to me, like most children life over your grandparents house is much more exciting, pleasurable, and peaceful than it is at home.

I excelled in church. My grandmother was very popular in church and very active in the church. My uncle was a youth choir director, and very active in church as well. The kicker here is that my parents never came to church, and my grandfather never came to church. This always perplexed me and left me with misunderstandings.  

"Why do only me and  grandma love Jesus in our family?"

Despite my excellence in church, despite the amount of Love, motivation, and edifying encouragement I received there, I still was in a state of misunderstanding.  

"If Jesus is our Lord and Savior why doesn't everyone come to church?" 

"Why doesn't my Mom go to church too?" 

"Why don't I get treated the same way at home and school, that I get treated at church? 

"If Jews are God's people what about "Black People"? 

"Why are we called "Black?" 

Over a 7-year period I suppressed the thoughts, feelings, and questions, striving to understand an adult world; and navigate through a broken, reconciled, and later mixed, and diverse family striving to fit into the pecking order of approval and validation. 

Many of the elders at Grace Refuge Baptist Church, were witnesses of my miraculous birth, some were even there and put hands on me and prophesied in the name Yeshua HaMeshiach, therefore Grace Refuge Baptist Church was invested in my Salvation from birth.   Pastor Lloyd and the Lloyd Family were commonplace in my psyche, in juxtaposition to Dr. Fred Price on the television, while Grandma, put her foundation on, and take her rollers out while getting ready for church.  As a child, it seemed like it was always sunny on Sunday. As a youth, it seemed like church lasted all day long. We would be in church from 9 a.m. to 3 p.m., and my only highlight of the day was cookies and milk that would be served in the basement for the children.

During holidays, even though I now know they are pagan, with nothing to do with worship, salvation, or Yeshua HaMeshiach; the youth would be given scriptural speeches to memorize and proclaim in front of the whole congregation.  I can recall the early years of being nervous and crying, but after 7 years old I evolved into a great speaker with advanced oratory skills at an early age.  Over the years at Grace Refuge Baptist Church, I became known as "The Professor" and "Lil Preacher" and any epithets that were synonymous with smart, intellectual, knowledgeable, talented, gifted, and successful.  Being small in stature, and giant in Spirit, The Congregation saw in me what I could not see in myself, an anointing on my life, from Abba'Eloh'.  The Congregation at Grace Refuge Baptist Church in conjunction with my Grandma Eddie Ray was striving to be obedient to Dabar HaElohim (The Word of God), in this generation of vipers, where culture dictates Christ, and Politics & Business dictate Religion. 

Faith cometh by hearing. In retrospect my formative years in church and hearing the Dabar GaElohi , I developed a firm righteous Foundation unbeknown to the self or the ego. With this Paradigm being shaped in my formative years it seems in retrospect, that things in reality that did not match what Yesha said in the Scriptures in the scriptures brought forth perplexion and befuddlement. Also, having excelled in this environment of righteousness and edification, and receiving positive reinforcement that has seemed to have stayed rooted with me for years in my sub- conscience. Perpetually hearing positive reinforcement for excelling in a church environment and hearing encouraging and edifying attributes and titles such as little professor, little businessman, little Preacher Man, Etc it has seemed to stay in my soul even in my years of being a lost sheep.

Train up a Child. 

Acts 20:28 (KJV)  Take heed therefore unto yourselves, and to all the flock, over the which the Holy Ghost hath made you overseers, to feed the church of God, which he hath purchased with his own blood.

As I write this missive, there are some things I chose to preface, with the intent to give clarity through spiritual eyes and anointed discernment.  When I write these Scrolls, it is in direct obedience to the Ruach HaKodesh (Ruach haKodesh), and Faith in Yeshua HaMeschiach (Jesus The Christ) unto Abba'Eloh' (Father God).  In my walk in Halaka HaYeshua, I have grown to be bold and firm in my faith, belief, morality, and expression.

Yes, I agree that the broken family structure of so-called Black America has plagued many souls to date. I also agree that every child handles broken home situations in a myriad of ways that affect the Soul, causing mental health issues. "Mental Health" and "Healing" are trending hashtags, that are monetizable. Similar to salvation and religion, "Mental Health" is being politicized and misappropriated via the algorithms; which control and permeate the soul of man in today's generation.   Pop culture of this generation uses it to perpetuate Nephilim, narcissistic behaviors, and soul ties. The mental health industry itself is a multi-billion dollar industry therefore there is profit in the suffering of men's Souls. The mind is the soul. The soul is the mind. Salvation is mental. This is paramount to existing. 

Ari Kohan

Biyad HaShevet

Malak Halakyesha-Shalich Palach

Biyad HaDhevet-Maqrat Azracha

Maqrattii Azracha-Tamiyim

Beyt Yisrael

Memlaka HaShemayim

Baruch HaShem. Amen.