From the Work
A short note before the testimony itself. This is the story of why this work exists. The long form lives in the back of every book in this series, where the testimony was first set down. The blog version is shaped for the reader who has just walked in and wants to know who is teaching here and why. Nothing has been softened. Nothing has been removed. The names are restored. The accounting is the same as the page in the back of the books.
I was not raised in the Word. I was raised in the world — and like so many, I called myself a believer while never once opening the Book. I thought a good heart was enough. I thought moral living was righteousness. I thought believing in a name was the same as knowing the One who bore it. I was wrong — and Yahuah (God) loved me too much to leave me that way.
After baptism, with no root and no foundation, the adversary came — as he always does — and I fell. I did not just stumble. I ran. I ran from Yahuah (God), into darkness, into failure, into everything the scripture warned against, and I burned in every direction I turned.
The curses of Deuteronomy 28 became my life. My body broke down. Open wounds that would not heal. Sores that covered me. Pain that made it impossible to sit, stand, or sleep. I had become the man in the chapter — and I did not even know it yet.
It was a chance encounter with an old friend that changed everything. He pointed me to the curses. I read. I wept. The Ruach HaKodesh (Holy Spirit) overwhelmed me, because I recognized myself on that page. You will flee when no one pursues. Wounds that will not heal. That was me. That had been me. And in that moment, I understood: Yahuah (God) had not abandoned me. Yahuah (God) had been pursuing me.
I fell on my face and made one request. If it is not too late — take me back.
I was baptized again. Demons were cast out. And then came the anointing — not a drop of oil on the forehead, but a full healing anointing poured over me, head to toe. When I finally wiped the oil from my eyes, the wounds were gone. Closed. Vanished. The eczema — gone. I wept, and did not wash that oil off for weeks, because I knew what kind of miracle had just happened on my body.
I kept my word. I dove into the scriptures with everything I had — barely sleeping, no job, fed by a friend, pouring over the Word every waking hour.
After six months, the Ruach HaKodesh (Holy Spirit) spoke and told me to shave my head. I researched for two weeks, asked for a second witness, received it, and shaved. My hair — black when I shaved it — grew back completely white. I was thirty years old, with a black beard and a white head, and I did not ask questions. I had learned who was boss.
Years later, I prayed and asked Yahuah (God) to give me a wife, bringing him to remembrance of his Word — that it is not good for man to be alone. I began searching and finally found the woman he had chosen.
The confirmation came to her through a dream. She had also been praying, asking Yahuah (God) to reveal to her whom she was to marry — and she specifically asked that he tell her what I had so heavily on my heart to share before I ever told her. She asked that he speak audibly or through a dream so there would be no doubt. That night she did dream, and though she did not understand it at the time, it became clear to everyone once I had shared my testimony. She knew Yahuah (God) had answered her.
A week later I proposed. Within two months I had flown across the country to marry her, and after saying our vows I stuck out my hand and introduced myself. Other than a few photos, the first time we laid eyes on each other was when she walked down the aisle on our wedding day.
That season did not last. I took time off from the Nazarite vow when family came. I started a business. I tried to build a life on my own terms. And like Jonah, I learned that Yahuah (God) does not negotiate.
The trouble that followed was of biblical proportions — perplexing, relentless, miraculous in its precision. It broke me down, literally, at a roadside where a stranger helped me. I thanked the man and prayed over him. The Ruach HaKodesh (Holy Spirit) spoke through me and blessed him. He looked up with tears and said, You will never know how badly I needed that.
Then came the rebuke — sharp, clear, unmistakable: I did not break you down here to help you, you rebel. I broke you down here to help him. I do not care when you think your ministry is going to start. It starts today.
I took the Nazarite vow again — this time for life.
That was a little over three years ago. I am a Nazarite for life, set apart to walk in every word that proceeds from the mouth of Yahuah (God). No man has taught me that which I know. I follow no man, no teacher, no ministry — the Ruach HaKodesh (Holy Spirit) alone has revealed these things to me, line upon line, precept upon precept, as Yahuah (God) promised he would teach his own (Isaiah 28:9–10; John 16:13).
I do not write to you as a scholar with degrees or as a pastor with a pulpit. I write to you as a bondservant who was broken, healed, called, and sent — with nothing to offer except what the Ruach HaKodesh (Holy Spirit) has shown me. And I will tell you this plainly: you will find the truth — the end declared from the beginning, that no one teaches. Not from the pulpit. Not from the Hebrew Roots community. Not from any ministry or movement you have sat under. If it sounds familiar in places, follow it further — because where it goes, most teachers have never dared to venture.
I will tell you the truth about how this began. Like Jonah, I did not want to be a shepherd. I wanted to deliver the message and walk away — leave the truth on the page, let the reader take it or leave it, and keep my distance from the sheep. That was not humility. It was unwillingness in costume — the same posture as the outspoken Christian who shouts truth at strangers and never stays to feed them. The proclamation without the tending. Message without love.
The Ruach HaKodesh (Holy Spirit) would not let me hide there. He has been shaving the calluses from my heart — circumcising it, as the Word promised in Deuteronomy 30:6 — and what came up underneath was a love for the flock that does not let you turn back. I am called to be a shepherd under the Good Shepherd, Yahusha (Jesus), who was Yahuah (God) in the flesh. The Chief Shepherd gathers the flock. The under-shepherd tends them, feeds them, stays with them, and lays down his life for them. I am still learning what that costs. I am still being polished. But the willingness is no longer in question.
Everything in this work points back to the Word and to Yahuah (God) alone — whether in the form he took to speak to Moses, or the flesh he took on to reveal himself as Yahusha (Jesus). I am saved not by anything I have done but by grace through faith — the gift of Elohim (God), not of works, lest any man should boast (Ephesians 2:8–9). I keep his commandments because he saved me, not to be saved. I am not righteous. I am not good. I am only a man who tasted that Yahuah (God) is good (Psalm 34:8) and has never recovered from it.
Since then, I have walked set apart — ministering daily, engaging every person I come across, in person or online, giving freely everything Yahuah (God) has shown me, holding nothing back. The books are the long form of that teaching, set in print so it can travel further than I can. The blog is the shorter form, set on this site so it can reach the awakening reader where they are.
I did not choose this. He chose it for me. And the only credential I carry is the one he burned into my life: I was dead, and he raised me. I was scattered, and he gathered me. I was a rebel, and he broke me until I was not.
If you have ever sensed that what you have been taught barely scratches the surface — you were right. That hunger was put there for a reason. This work was set down for the one who is ready to follow the Word further than they have ever been taken.
Test every spirit. Prove all things. Let the unchanging standard of his commandments be the judge (1 John 4:1; 1 Thessalonians 5:21).
All glory belongs to Yahuah (God). If there is truth here, it is his. If there is error, it is mine. Flee to the Word. Tremble at his Word. Return to all his commandments. And prepare — because the King is coming, and he is not coming to ask what we believed. He is coming to see what we did.
A deeper dive — if the work has fed you
