STILL Replaying It?

It's two in the morning. And you're watching it again. It's not a movie. It's your life. The thing you said that you cannot unsay. The phone call. The pain look of dread on the doctor's face. The day the marriage finally and irrevocably broke. Or the day your spouse died. Or the business you put everything you have into. And despite your best efforts it folded. Or maybe your son or daughter. They just stopped calling. You've seen it. A thousand times. Your mind it still hits play like it's the first time. Your memory works fine. That's the problem. It works too good. It can pull up your worst moment in 8k high definition. See every eyelash detail. And it can do it immediately. Any hour of the night. Now ask that same memory for three times God carried you through something. I should have finished you. I should have finished you. Ask that same memory for three times that God carried you through something that should have finished you. Three specific times. It goes quiet. It stalls. It has to reach. The failures are filled. They're well, the failures are filed up front. You know, those are always the ones, the file folders that are always in the front, written in sharpie, dark, bright, sharpie. They're always in the front of the drawer. But the mercies, well, they're always in the back somewhere. And they're faded to gray. And a memory that runs like that doesn't just hurt, it preaches. Hey, look, a memory like that, it doesn't just hurt. Preaches into your ear. Every night it preaches you the same three-point sermon. You're alone, it's all on you, and you've probably gone far this time. You are probably too far gone. Life's grinding you down to dust, and your own memory is turning the stone. This whole week, an entire nation stood right where you're standing, at the edge of everything they waited for, carrying a memory that could either sink them or save them. And an old man, an old man stood up and preached them one long sermon with one command running under every line. Remember. Remember. Remember. Tonight you're gonna see that the Bible's word for remember doesn't mean what you think it means. And there's a line in the Psalms that says, God remembers something about you too. Once you hear what it is, you'll never hear the word dust. Quite the same way again. This is true word, faith for life with Dr. Sean. I'm Sean. Welcome to the Sunday summation and deepening. Whether you're listening live or on playback, welcome. This is where we gather up the whole week and we go deeper than any single morning had room for. Monday through Friday, we finished the book of Numbers. Then we walked into the farewell sermons of Moses. Tonight we find the one crimson thread that ran under all five mornings. And we follow it to a table set with bread and a cup and to a hill outside Jerusalem. So settle in, get your Bible, your notebook, your pen, get your tea or your coffee, or your wind-down drink, or your wind-up drink, because this one's going all the way down. Welcome to everyone in chat, live chat, if you're listening. It was such a pleasure to be at uh Virginia Creek Ministries this morning and see everybody. It was really wonderful. Um, thank you for your cards, by the way. Thank you so much, Miss Tammy. That means the world does. I assure you that it does. It's uh quite something. And to all of you who are so kind to help us with what we do, and to just be so kind to us in general. We're really touched and moved by it. So hello to everyone. I see a good crowd lining up in there. Hello, Lynette. Hello, Miss Susan, Miss Linda, Miss Colleen, Robbie, Miss Tammy, Sean spelled correctly, and many more. We're streaming to nine locations. And uh welcome to all of you who are listening to all those at all those locations. If you are not a subscriber to the YouTube channel, True Word Faith for Life with Dr. Sean, S-H-J-W-N, it's the one with about 4,000 subscribers. If you can, go over to that and click on subscribe, click on the little bell for all notifications, and click on the thumbs up while you're at it. Even if you listen predominantly on Facebook or anywhere else, it's really important that you do that. Here's where the road, here's where the road ran this week from the last camps of Numbers to the banks of the Jordan. And let me tell you something, it was something. Monday in Numbers 33, Moses wrote down the whole journey out of Egypt, camp by camp. Forty-two stops, and God wanted everyone kept. The shameful stops sat right next to the glorious ones, and they were in the same handwriting with no apology attached. Tuesday, in Numbers 35, God built six cities of refuge. Places where a person who'd caused harm they could they could never take back, but they could run and they could live, sheltered but not excused. Not a courtroom first, a city to run to, and the gate swung open at one moment. The death of the high priest. Wednesday, Moses opened Deuteronomy by preaching the road back to a new generation. Because most of the folks that experienced the road in, well, they were all dead, except for a few. And in Deuteronomy 1, verse 31, he told them, The Lord carried you as a man carries his son all the way you went. You didn't march here, you were carried here. And Thursday we reached the Shema, and Moses' warning that the most dangerous season for your soul isn't the wilderness. It's the full house. Drift doesn't feel like leaving, it feels like a full life. God's cure wasn't more willpower, it was rhythm. It was a rhythm. And Friday, three chapters took apart the idea that you can earn your place with God. You ever feel like that's all you're trying to do is earn your place with God. He chose Israel as the fewest and most stubborn, said so to their faces. He called them his segula, his treasure. Not because they were impressive, but because he loved them. We spent five mornings together, Monday through Friday, 7 a.m., as we do every morning that I'm able. Five wounds, a shameful past, a harm you can't undo, the exhaustion of walking alone, the slow drift, and the endless audition. But underneath every one of them sits the same buried nerve. And once you see it, you can't unsee it. Memory. What you keep and what you let go. There were five threads in this whole thing. Thread one. God keeps an honest record so you don't have to keep a false one. Numbers 33, verse 2 says, Moses wrote down their starting places, stage by stage, by command of the Lord, by command. God wanted the whole list kept. And sitting in the middle of it, in Numbers 33, verse 16, is a place called Kibrothatava. Kibrothatava. The graves of craving. The camp where people died gorging on the quail that they'd complained for. A campsite is in the permanent record. A few lines from the Red Sea crossing. The ancient kings, well, they didn't write like that. Their monuments recorded victories and victories alone. The losses got left off the stone, but the God of Israel keeps the whole road. Here's why that matters to your memory. You've been running two records. The one you show people edited right down to the highlights, and the one you replay at two in the morning, edited down to only the failures. Both are lies of omission. God's record is the only honest one, and his record carries both columns. The graves of the craving are in there. And so is the sea that split. Well, thread thread two. Thread two was quite something. I think so anyway. There's a refuge, and its gate opens at death. The cities in Numbers 35 were built for the one person polite religion never knows what to do with. Not somebody who feels a little guilty, somebody who did real, irreversible harm. And watch what the refuge refuses to do. It refuses denial. The harm was real, and nobody inside those walls pretend otherwise. But it also refuses the life sentence. Numbers 35, verse 28, says that after the death of the high priest, the manslayer may return to the land of his possession. Now think about what that did to memory. The man in that city had two ways to remember. He could stand at the wall every morning and replay the day it happened. Or he could hold on to another fact. A death he didn't die was coming to open his gate. Same history, two memories. One kept him braced, one kept him hoping. I want you to keep that gate in mind tonight. We're coming back to it. Thread three, you were carried, and memory decides whether you can see it. In Deuteronomy 1, verse 31, the verb is Nassa. Nasa, to lift, to bear a load. God carried Israel the way a father carries a son whose legs are too short for the distance. But notice who needed to hear it. In Deuteronomy 1, verse 27, they said, Because the Lord hated us, he has brought us out of the land of Egypt. Wow, same wilderness, same manna on the ground every morning. And they remembered that as hatred. That's what a wounded memory does. It takes the evidence that you were carried, the hard road, you somehow, somehow survived and files it as proof you were abandoned. If it was that hard, he must not have been there. But you're still here. You didn't have the legs for that trip, and somebody carried you. Wow, isn't that something? Thread number four. Abundance. Abundance erases memory, but rhythm restores it. Thursday's warning in Deuteronomy 6, verse 10 through 12, was that when you live in houses you didn't build and eat from vineyards you didn't plant, you'll forget the Lord. Hardships, well, hardship keeps you reaching. Comfort lets you set down God without noticing, and his cure wasn't a feeling, it was a rhythm. And in Deuteronomy 6, verse 6 through 9, these words on your heart, on your hand, on your door frame, when you sit, when you walk, when you lie down, when you rise, memory doesn't maintain itself. The current only runs one way. So God builds the oars right into an ordinary day. And then finally, thread number five. On Friday, we heard Deuteronomy 7, verse 7. God set his love on Israel, not because they were many, but when they were a few. And in Deuteronomy 9, verse 6, not because they were righteous, but while they were stubborn, he chose them with the whole, unimpressive truth in plain view. Here's why that one, that one memory outranks all the others. If you ever truly remembered it, the audition would stop, you'd rest. So the enemy doesn't need to convince you God isn't real. He only needs you to forget you were chosen as treasure, keep you performing, keep you auditioning, and you'll wear yourself down to dust all on your own. He doesn't have to do anything but make you doubt. Now, I want you to step back and lay all five side by side the honest record, the refuge, the carrying, the rhythm, the treasure. Every single one is God fighting for what your memory keeps. That's what this week was. Not five lessons, one more. And it's being fought inside your own head tonight. So now we go deeper than any morning went. On Thursday, we touched the Hebrew word for remember, zakar. Spelled Zain, Kuf, Irish. And we saw, we saw that in Scripture. Remembering isn't a thought behind your eyes. It's acting on the past, but in the present. When God remembered Noah in Genesis 8, verse 1, the wind blew and the waters went down. For God, remembering his faithfulness in motion. Tonight we go past that into two places the mornings never had room for. The first is a word built from the same root: zikeron, a memorial, not a statue you glance at on your way by. A zikeron is an appointed act that makes a past event present again. So a later generation doesn't just hear about it, they step inside it. God called the Passover a zikiron. Exodus 12, verse 14. This day shall be for you a memorial day. Then listen to what he told every father to say at that meal. Exodus 13, verse 8. You shall tell your son on that day, it is because of what the Lord did for me that I came up out of Egypt for me. What the Lord did for me, not for our ancestors, for me. That father was born centuries after the Exodus. And God. This is not easy stuff. That's biblical remembering. You don't look back at the rescue, the rescue reaches forward and takes a hold of you. The second place is where this gets personal. Scripture doesn't only command you to remember, it tells you what God remembers and what he refuses to remember. Open Psalm 103. David, a man after God's own heart. Starts by preaching to his own soul. Verse 2 Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits. Forget not. David knew his memory would drop the mercies first, so he ordered his own soul to hold on. Then watch what David says God does with the memory. Verse 13, as a father shows compassion to his children, so the Lord shows compassion to those who fear him. In verse 14, the line, I promised you. Here's where the working translations, well, they part ways. The NESB or New American Standard Bible says he is mindful that we are but dust. That's lovely, but it hides the verb. The ESV, English Standard Version in the Hebrew, keep it plain. The word zakar. He remembers that we are dust, that we are dust. Your memory holds your failures and uses them against you. God's memory holds your frailty and uses it to have compassion on you. He isn't shocked that you're worn down. And he has never once forgotten what you're made of. Then there's what God chooses not to remember. Isaiah 43, verse 25, I, I am he who blots out your transgressions for my own sake, and I will not remember your sins. Claiming amnesia. He's making a covenant promise. He will never act on it again. He will never act on your sin again. He will never carry it into court as evidence against you. And notice why in Isaiah 43, verse 25, for my own sake, not yours, that's the Friday truth all over again. Not your merit, not mine, his character. So I want you to set the two memories side by side. Yours keeps the sin up front and loses the mercy. Ask me how I know. God's keeps the mercy up front and refuses to act on the sin. The healing of your memory isn't forcing yourself to think happy thoughts. It's learning to remember the way God remembers. Oh, don't miss that. Don't miss that. Don't blow past that. Whatever has grabbed your attention and is distracting you in this moment, stop it. And listen closely. The healing of your memory isn't forcing yourself to think happy thoughts. It's learning to remember the way God remembers. And now watch every thread of this week gather into one person. The honest record, he's the only one who ever read your whole list, every campsite, every grave of craving, and it came for you anyway. He knew about your sin and my sin. He knew about our hurts, habits, and hangups before he entered into a torture, a beating for hours, being almost murdered, and then carrying that cross that belongs to you and me, all the way to Golgotha. The refuge whose gate opens at the death of the high priest. Do you remember me talking about that? Do you remember me talking about the scripture? I said it today today or tonight. Whenever you're listening, I said it during the day that we talked about it. The refuge whose gate opens at the death of the high priest, Hebrews 6, verses 18 through 20, says, We have fled for refuge to the hope set before us, where Yeshua has gone ahead of us, having become a high priest forever. Our high priest died. The gate is open. You don't have to stand at the wall anymore, replaying the day that it happened. Your worst day. You no longer have to play it in your head. Because that great high priest died, because he gave his life willingly for you and I. You don't have to play your worst day over and over and over again in your head, not one more time. Because now you can go home. The father who carried his son through the wilderness, the son carried a cross up a hill on his own torn back, torn all the way to the bone. Because carrying you the last mile home cost exactly that much. The Shema no human heart could keep undivided. He kept it. Every hour, all the way to the grave. And the treasure chosen without merit, he paid the price that made you his. Now bring it to the word we open tonight on the last night of his life at a Passover table, the very meal God called Ezekuran. Yeshua took bread, broke it, and said it. Luke 22, verse 19. Do this in remembrance of me. That isn't sentiment. That's zechuron. He took the memorial that had pulled every generation of his people inside the Exodus, and he filled it with himself. The bread is his body given for you. And in verse 20, the cup is the new covenant. That's the new covenant covenant in his blood. Which new covenant? Jeremiah 31. The one that ends with God saying, I will remember their sin no more. Every time you come to that table, you aren't recalling a distant crucifixion. You're being pulled inside of it. This is what he did for me. That should be running through your head. This is what he did for me. Place your sin, your hurts, your habits, your hangups. Trust me, I have them too. Place them at the foot of the cross. And don't turn back for them. Walk away. He paid the price for you. I want you in your mind to think this is what he did for me. Then hours later on a cross, this whole week, this whole week comes down to one conversation. One. You know I love to talk about it. It's one of my favorite stories. There's a man dying next to Yeshua, a criminal, real harm, the kind of guy you don't, you know, he's the he what he did you can't take back. No city of refuge to run to now, no record worth reading, no time left to earn a thing, no time left to get it right. Learn the right clothes, get the right haircut, learn the right buzzwords. No, he had almost no breath left. Yeshua had almost no breath left. This other dying guy next to him deserved everything he got. And with almost no breath left. In Luke 23, verse 42, he prays one of the shortest prayers in the gospels. Yeshua, remember me when you come as king. Oh, remember me. That's Zakhar. That's a dying Hebrew man asking a dying high priest to act on his behalf. And Yeshua doesn't say, Well, let me review your record, let me review your file. In verse 33, instead he says, Truly, I say to you, today you will be with me in paradise. Today. The gate opened that afternoon. At the death of the high priest. For a man who brought nothing but his need. The God who remembers that you are dust will never remember your sin against you. And one more. In Isaiah 49, verse 15, God asks, Can a woman forget a nursing child? Even these may forget, yet I will not forget you. Then verse 16, Behold, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands. Three days later, three days later, after that cross, Yeshua stood. Please get this connection. Yeshua stood in a locked room and held out his hands. In John 20, verse 27, he told Thomas, Put your finger here, see my hands. You were written on his hands, he will never forget you. So here's the biggest step, biggest step of the week, bigger than any single morning asks. Because it's meant to re- retrain the way your memory thinks, the way your memory works. Build yourself a zikron. Before you go to bed, before you go to bed, take one sheet of paper, take a pen. Draw a line down the middle. Draw a line down the middle. Draw a line down the middle. And on the left, write the campsites you replay. The campsites you replay in your mind. Those sins, those really jacked up things you did, the hurts, the habits, and the hangups. Listen, I'm gonna need many, many pages for mine. That's what you write on the left side, and and you name them plainly. You don't gloss them over, you don't dramatize them. It's not for public consumption, not excused. God keeps an honest record so you can too. Then on the right, directly across from each one, write the mercy that met you at that exact stop, the friend who showed up, the money that came from nowhere, the morning you should have quit and didn't, the way you were carried through, the very season you'd most like to delete. Every campsite gets its mercy written beside it, on the same page, in the same handwriting. And at the bottom writes Psalm 103, verse 14. Psalm 103, verse 14. He remembers that we are dust. Keep that page by your bed. The next time it's two in the morning and and your memory hits play on the left column. Turn on the light and read the right column out loud. Hey, maybe get on your knees beside your bed if you're able, then say this he won't bring it back up, neither will I. Neither will I. He won't bring it up. He won't bring it up, so neither will I. Look, that's not journaling, that's zakar. That's you learning to remember the way God remembers. And the next time you're at the Lord's table, communion, don't go through it on autopilot. Listen, if you can't focus, don't do it. Sit your rear end in that seat and don't move. But if you can connect your brain and your heart and your soul, remember that. Half your mind on the parking lot. Go on purpose. Take the bread and say it in your chest. This is what he did for me. Oh, I have for you today a challenge and a choice. So here's the choice tonight. And the whole week has been walking you toward it. You can leave your memory on its default setting, shame up front, lit up on demand, mercy in the back drawer fading. And a memory on that setting will keep preaching you the same sermon every night until it grinds you to dust, alone, all on you, too far gone. Or, or your choice, you can you can fight for what your memory keeps. Write the honest map, keep the rhythm, come to the table on purpose. You don't need to have a church to do communion, my friends. Doesn't have to be on the third Sunday of every month. It just has to be on purpose. It has to be reverent. Come to the table on purpose. Pray the thief's prayer when you've got nothing left. Lord, remember me when you come into your kingdom and let God pull you back inside your own rescue again and again until the true things are the vivid ones and the shame is what fades. Both memories get built the same way, one act of remembering at a time. One will bury you, the other will carry you home. Which one will you feed this week? Which one do you want this week? My friends, prayer isn't asking for an easy journey, it's asking for a strong back. Pray with me. Heavenly Father, you know how we remember, you know how we keep our failures in high definition and in the front of the drawer, and let our your grand mercies on us. We let them fade to gray. You know what our memory preaches to us at two in the morning. You know what the enemy reminds us of at two or three in the morning, and you know how tired we are. So tonight I ask that you heal what we keep. Heavenly Father, thank you that you keep an honest record. You keep an honest record and came for us anyway. Thank you for a refuge whose gate our high priest opened with his own death. Thank you that we were carried every mile we swore we walked alone. Thank you for the rhythm that brings us back when a full house makes us forget. Thank you that we were chosen as treasure with the whole unimpressive truth in full view. Thank you, Father, that you remember we are dust and that you've promised to remember our sins no more. I ask, Father, that you teach us to remember the way you remember. When replay, when that replay starts in our head as it always does, pull us back inside the rescue, Father. That's what we need. Bring the cross forward and let it take hold of us until we can say with our whole chest, this is what He did for me. God, give us a strong back to carry the memory for the rest of our lives, to carry that memory of your rescue for all of our days, this side of the veil. I pray this in the name of Yeshua, our high priest, our refuge, our redeemer, our rescue. I pray this, Father, in the matchless name of Yeshua Hamashiach. Amen. Maybe tonight you realize you've never once stepped inside the rescue. Listen, you're the enemy's trying to make your brain tune out, but for some reason, you're still listening right now. You're still listening. Maybe you've tapped in right before this and you go, oh man, I'm gonna back out. No, no, no. It's not an accident that you're here. Maybe tonight you've realized you've never once stepped inside the rescue. You know the facts. You've heard the story, but you've never come. Then I want you to pray what the thief prayed. Remember me. You don't need a clean record. He didn't have one. You don't need time to earn it. He had no time left. You only need to come. Pray this with me. I mean it. Pray this with me. Listen, stop fooling around with your eternity. Stop fooling around with it. Why? Why? Because you're afraid of what you what you won't be able to do anymore? That's a dumb reason to spend eternity in hell. You say a God that really loved me, he wouldn't send people to hell. I've got a news flash for you. He loves you enough to send his son and give you a rescue. The only thing you have to do is reach out to him in faith and belief. Pray this with me. Stop fooling around with your eternity. Seriously, stop it. Enough already with all that. Yeshua, this is the prayer you pray. You talk to him. Yeshua, I need you. I believe you died for me and you rose from the grave. I surrender my life to you today. I ask that you forgive me, Father. Fill me, lead me. I'm yours. In your name. Amen. If you prayed that prayer tonight, I want you to listen. Listen especially close. The same Yeshua who said today to a dying thief says today to you. You didn't just learn a fact. You stepped inside the rescue. In Luke 15, verse 7, Yeshua says, There's joy in heaven over one sinner who repents. I'm here to tell you, heaven is rejoicing, heaven's having a party, there's music, there's singing, there's clapping. So don't keep it to yourself. Don't keep it quiet. Type today in the chat. Type today in the comments below. Send me a message at TruewordfaithforLife.com. And I'm not going to ask you for any money. There's going to be none of that. You don't have to pay to get in. We don't steal your identity. We don't do any of that stuff. It's a free resource for you. There's a bazillion things there. Man, if you can't find what you need there, it doesn't exist. Type today in the chat or send me a message. Why? Why do we do that? So that we can rejoice with you. Tell one believer this week out loud listen, if you ever played sports, if you ever played sports, soccer, football, baseball, hit a home run, man, they're celebrating. Get a touchdown. Man, oh man, they're celebrating. Score a goal. They're celebrating. If you were a fighter, a knockout, you're celebrating. You're making a big deal. You're telling everybody this is a bigger deal than you will ever experience in your life, except for when you die. And you look into the face of Jesus Christ, Yeshua Hamashiach. You look into his eyes and you say, Thank you for saving me. Tell one believer this week, tell them out loud. Doesn't matter how they respond, doesn't matter what they say, doesn't matter if they respond positively or if they respond like, hmm, really? Because I know your life. Really? You sure you know what you're doing? Ignore that. Be kind. Be pleasant. And say, hey, you know what? Preacher guy, he told me. He said, man, tell somebody you love. Tell somebody maybe of faith. And you know, you're instantly who I thought of. Listen, thanks for listening. God bless you. And then move on. Tell somebody else. You can tell me. I'm gonna be so happy. People tell me every weekend. I don't, it never ever ceases to give me great joy. And I will help you. Listen, you say, Well, I don't know what the next step is. I don't know what the next step is. I'll help you. And that's free too. True WordFaithforLife.com. True WordFaithforlife.com. Go there, go to contact. It's up at the top, toward the right, click on that, fill that out, send it to me. I'm the guy who opens it. Nobody else opens it but me. As soon as I get it, I will respond to you. As soon as I see it, it's got to go through some stuff because we get crazy people that make death threats and whatnot. And so we have to we have to vet some things. And once it gets to me, I will absolutely reach out to you. Anyone listening right now, anyone listening right now will tell you, I absolutely do what I say I'm gonna do. Listen, I'm gonna help you find a church family, I'll help you find uh a Bible that's perfect for you. I'll help you, I'll answer your questions. I'll I'll help you with what's next. And when it gets difficult, you can reach out to me free of charge. Listen, your memory's been keeping the wrong things for a long time. Tonight, let's let it start to heal. I want you to remember the entire road, the whole road, the graves of craving and the sea that split, the day it happened and the gate that opened, the miles you swore you walked alone, and the arms that carried you through everyone. Life may be grinding you to dust. Oh, how I know. But the God who remembers that you are dust has your name written on his hands. He hasn't forgotten you. He won't ever forget you. Not tonight, not ever. Before you go, send this to one person who's been replaying the same moment for years. They can't get past their worst moment in their life. They can't get past it. They're stuck on stuck. Send this episode to them. That's easy. You don't have to preach a sermon to them. You say, hey, I heard this, it moved me. I thought of you. Give it a listen. Yeah, the guy's ugly and good thing it's not smell-ivision, but hey, he's telling the truth. I think it'll help you. I know it helped me. Whatever you want to write. Tonight might be the night that their memory starts to heal. And you'll be part of the reason why. And listen, sounds crazy, I know. I mentioned it before, I'll mention it again. You I encourage you to go to YouTube, click on True Word Faith for Life with Dr. Sean S H A W N. We have about 4,000 subscribers. We're not a big channel, but the way the algorithm works, more people see this when more people click on subscribe, click on the little bell for all notifications, and click on the thumbs up, click on the like. I don't make the rules, that's just how it is. Just tap the bell and listen, you'll get reminders. What we do Monday through Monday morning, 7 a.m. Eastern Standard Time. Monday through Friday and Sundays at 6:30. We pick up the road. Now I'm gonna pray over you. I'm gonna pray over you a priestly blessing. You say, man, what in the world is a priestly a priestly blessing? I get it. It's weird. There's all kinds of stuff, but I'm gonna tell you this. It will make a difference in your life if you just listen. Listen, I'm gonna pray it first. In Lashon Hakodesh, the language of God. The Hebrew language is the language he spoke to his people in the ancient Near East. It's the language he speaks to his people today, and it's the language that they spoke to him. Lashon Hokadesh. I'm gonna say it first in that language, in the language of Hebrew, and then I'm gonna translate it for you. Are you ready? Listen, there are some, there's some that are memorizing this. They listen every morning, they listen every Sunday, and they they they say, Man, I'm I'm getting this memorized. And I said it would happen. Little by little, it's gonna get into your brain. You say, Man, I I don't speak Hebrew, I don't speak Hebrew, but you know what? I'm starting to remember it, and I'm starting to feel the power that Lashon Hakodesh, the language of God, has over my life. Are you ready? Take a deep breath. Come on, receive it in the name of Adonai Elenu. Are you ready? May the Lord bless you and keep you. May the Lord make his face shine upon you and be gracious to you. May the Lord lift up his countenance upon you and give you peace. Until tomorrow morning, Lord willing at 7 a.m. Eastern Standard Time. Until then, Shalom Bashem Yeshua. Shalom Shalom.