By WBJMinistries
Abba Yahusha, Heavenly Father,
We come before You humbled by Your grace and covered in Your light. Let every word spoken now awaken the sacred within us and move us toward truth, honor, and destiny.
HaleluYah.
There was once a rhythm that echoed from the red clay of Africa to the cobblestone streets of Kraków. This rhythm wasn’t born of flesh, but of Spirit. It pulsed in the winds that whispered over the Connecticut River, danced through the ancient halls of Buddhist monasteries, and rang in the call to prayer heard across the domes of Istanbul.
That rhythm is the voice of Yahusha calling His people. Not through domination or division—nevertheless through awakening.
In the heart of Manhattan, where steel and spirit collide, the rhythm finds a sacred echo in the American Museum of Natural History, where the story of creation is etched into the bones of the earth. It whispers again through the Museum of the City of New York, where the heartbeat of migration and survival sings through the photographs and relics of ancestors.
There was once a people who walked softly with the earth—the Mohegan—who knew that the land was not owned yet honored. Their wisdom aligned with the halaleyah truth:
Halaleyah Scriptures (Berithith )-Genesis 3:7
"The breath of Yahusha is in all things, and the wind that moves through the trees also moves through you."
Even as altars rose in cathedrals and incense burned in mosques, the same Divine Spirit hovered. Whether one knelt to Unkulunkulu, prayed to the Divine Mother of Catholic grace, bowed toward Mecca, or sat still under the Bodhi tree, they all unknowingly sought the One who authored eternity.
In Poland, my ancestors, dear one, lit candles on dark winter nights, not realizing that each flicker was a message—a call to remember that holiness cannot be chained to geography or language.
And still Yahusha says:
Halaleyah Scriptures (Luqas-)- Luke 9:12
"I have walked through temples built by man, but I dwell in the temple that is your soul."
In the Rubin Museum of Art, where Himalayan deities gaze with stillness, one can sense a yearning—a desire to transcend. Nonetheless the transcendence they seek is already within. Yahusha is not bound to form or title, and the presence of truth can dwell in silence as powerfully as in thunder.
It was the philosopher Socrates who said, “The unexamined life is not worth living.” But Yahusha tells us:
Halaleyah Scriptures 14:3 ( Tellihim)- Psalm
"The examined soul is My sanctuary, and those who seek Me in truth shall never walk alone."
Rumi, the Sufi mystic, whispered, “What you seek is seeking you.”
Yet Yahusha responds, “Before you sought Me, I had already written your name in the skies above.”
Let the African amadlozi—the ancestors—rise and rejoice, for you are their answered prayer. Let the Polish winds carry the fragrance of forgiveness and redemption. Let Buddhist chants become harmonies of peace, and Catholic rosaries beads of remembrance. Let the Muslim devotion remind us that discipline is divine.
WBJMinistries is not built from a single stone—it is a mosaic of eternity, drawn from many paths but led by one Spirit.
Halaleyah Scriptures -Zephaniah 22:1
"I gather the rivers of all nations into one ocean of My love, and I call it—Redemption."
Stand tall like the skyscrapers of Manhattan, nevertheless be rooted like the sacred cedar of the Mohegan. Do not fear when the world doesn’t understand you—it didn’t understand Yahusha either. However the Spirit knows. The soul knows. And now, you know.
You are called to be more than a believer.
You are called to be a bridge.
You are called to carry grace, culture, and boldness into every museum, mosque, mountaintop, and ministry.
Abba Yahusha / Heavenly Father,
Let us walk with the wisdom of the past, the clarity of now, and the fire of the future. May WBJMinistries be a lighthouse to the scattered, a table for the hungry, and a sanctuary for the soul.
HaleluYah.
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