An Old Soul

When You Look Into YOUR EYES In The MIRROR, What Do YOU SEE ?

I remember them well, past moments in time when God used the words, the looks, and the touch of people along with the strength, power and beauty of nature…to plant seeds of faith into my heart.

Seeds that grew deep into my heart in my early childhood; when my mind, heart and soul were open and innocent before God. Seeds that were watered by the Holy Spirit through the years to prepare my heart to accept the call from God to respond to HIS Words …”Come—Follow Me!”

I wear glasses and recently I was caught in the rain. Water droplets collected on the lens. The droplets are like memories to me. They float before my eyes, containing events of the past. I can focus on each individually and go back to those moments in time captured by each drop and see the hand of God in my life. God used my unbelieving Jewish family to plant many seeds into me at a very young age. The following are a few, very few of those moments.

I was 12, just one year away from my Bar Mitzvah. I had caught a very bad flu that kept me home for over a week missing school. My Aunt brought me a picture book and a comic book to occupy my time.

The picture book was leather bound and sewn with an embossed padded cover. It was thick with pages and pictures of paintings by Renaissance artists…all with biblical themes. The book began in the Garden of Eden showing Adam and Eve leaving the Garden with an angel wielding a flaming sword at their backs.

The next page was a scene from the flood of Noah. The Ark was in shallow water with hundreds of naked people trying to hold on as the raging waves of water rose, and lightning filled the darkening skies.

Another was the view of what looked like the shape of a woman on a hill. Her posture was that of one looking behind her. It was Lots wife whom God turned into a pillar of salt because she looked longingly back at the destruction of Sodom in the valley below. In front of her looking and walking forward were her husband Lot and their two daughters, leaving her behind.

Another was the scene of Moses and the Israelites walking through the midst of the Red Sea with walls of water rising on either side, filled with sea creatures. The sky was raging along with the sea and back in the distance were the pursuing Egyptian horsemen on chariots with the sea closing in on them.

This book of pictures helped my imagination begin to live out the Old Testament that later in life would become the foundational pillar of my faith in Christ the Messiah of Israel…the Son of God.

The paintings of major events in the Old Testament made it clear to me that God is not only a God of love, but also a God who is to be feared. He is a God who will chasten His wayward children to bring them back on course. He is a God to be feared, loved and obeyed.

The comic book I received was also very special to me. It was unusually thick and perfect bound. It was released prior to the Grand Opening of the Cecil B. DeMille movie called the “Ten Commandments” with Charlton Heston playing Moses.

This comic book was like a storyboard of the entire movie. I spent hours and hours reading and re-reading it. Weeks later my parents took me to see the movie. It was shown in a new theater with a giant screen. Moses was almost 20 feet tall as I watched from the first row seat of the upper balcony.

I was so small and the screen and characters so large that I felt like I was part of the movie. God ignited my heart, my mind and imagination at that movie. Even then I was able to understand how awesome and huge God is. My memories make HIM even more special to me today because I know He loved me back then. And now HE has called me to serve HIM in so very many unique ways that I truly am experiencing Joy in my journey.

Later when I was a teenager my Aunt visited our home. I do not recall what happened but she was extremely upset. She came to visit my Father. My Dad was a good, kind and gentle man. The family often came over to speak to him about their problems, to ask his advise.

My Aunt seemed calm as she prepared to leave. She came to me and said how much she loved my Father and that if I looked into his eyes I would be able to tell that he was a very Old Soul.

Her comment to me echoed in my mind the last time I saw my father alive. He was in the hospital. It was the day before he died. I visited him. His eyes were filled with tears as he looked at me. Tears that came forth from the eyes of an Old Soul formed water droplets filled with the memories of his life-gone bye. God truly had hammered him on an anvil of pain and suffering throughout his life. He lived through the Holocaust but lost his wife and children in the camps.

He knew he was dying and that he was going to leave me behind. He carried the guilt for the death of his former wife and children even up to these last precious moments of time. And in some strange way the thought now of leaving me was more than he could bear.

And so tears filled with memories came forth form those eyes. I looked deeply for the last time into the windows of this Old Soul. I was overcome with compassion and love as we talked and I watched the unfolding of the mystery of the end of life for his body. But I could see the light of eternity in his eyes.

Ironically this was to be the defining moment of my new beginning to seriously read the Old Testament. It would take the death of my father to spark the flame of life that God had started in my heart.

God through the years had been planting seeds in my heart. They were like glowing embers in a fire. The embers waited for over 30 years for just this moment to burst into flame and begin to illuminate my hearts yearning for God. The Light from the flame in my heart lit the darkness before me so I could see my way through the Messianic prophecies He left for me to follow in the Old Testament all the way to HIS home.

You and I are children of the living God, children of the King of the Universe. If you listen quietly you will hear His Call as He says to you…

You may not know me, but I know everything about you
I am familiar with all of your ways
In me you live and move and have your being

My plan for your future has always been filled with hope
Because I love you with an everlasting love
My thoughts toward you are countless as the sand on the seashore
And I rejoice over you with singing
I desire to establish you with all of my heart and all of my soul
If you seek me with all your heart, you will find me

When we look deep inside ourselves through eyes that are windows to our soul we will find tears. They are water droplets filled with memories of precious moments in time that have gone by. Some of our souls are filled with Pure and HOLY eternal light. Others of us have eyes filled with a combination of both light and shadows…yet still eternal.

God has created every soul that has ever been. Ultimately He calls each one back to take residence within the place they have chosen to spend eternity in.

You and I …WE …are all OLD SOULS.

When you look into your own eyes in the mirror… what do you see?

Grandpa Ernie



“They will look on me whom they have pierced and mourn for him as for an only son. They will grieve bitterly for him as for a firstborn son who has died.”
Zechariah 12:10

After the Holocaust half my family immigrated to ISRAEL, the other half to USA. When my father was near death he said to me with tears in his eyes that he wished that He would have gone to Israel. I asked why? He said because I would have become a better Jew and would have grown up to love the God of Israel.

It continues to break my heart to think about his statement because my father never came to the knowledge of his Messiah Yeshua and just 3 years after he died I became a believer in the Son of God. I never had the opportunity to share JESUS with my father or mother.

My heart, soul and mind are in Israel, my Joy is in Israel, BUT most of All my Eternal Future is in ISRAEL, in the NEW JERUSALEM with my ETERNAL KING JESUS who came for me when He died on the CROSS and Later ASCENDED to HEAVEN and now Sits at the Right Hand of HIS FATHER… MY FOREVER ABBA.

SOON Very SOON, the Remnant of Jerusalem, called to Faith in Eternity Past will “Cry out to HIM Whom they PIERCED”.

Then the Last Chapter of the GREATEST STORY EVER TOLD will be over. And a New Eternal Story that GOD HAS WRITTEN will begin.

ONLY Those Who Believe in HIS SON YESHUA will be written on its pages.



I promise to continue to FOLLOW YOU, walking in the Shadow of Your CROSS this New Year.

I will continue to have the Heart of an Old Testament Prophet, as I both Share and Preach Your Coming Judgment; with TEARS and COMPASSION.

For my GRIEF for The LOST who live in the Darkness that Surrounds Me Is Great, and My DAILY PASSION.

I will live before them, humbly walking in the Strength and Power of the HOLY SPIRIT as I cast forth ONLY GOOD SEED.
I am forever thankful that YOU came to Save Me from Myself. Since that Moment in Time my past is no longer my future. I have walked by FAITH for 32 years and look forward to walking by SIGHT for ETERNITY with YOU.

I will be listening for the Sound of the Trumpet with the Ears of my Heart every day. IN YOU JESUS i found me.

May YOU Come in this NEW YEAR.

May JESUS Joy and HIS Peace fill all the days of your life as you live to fulfill HIS purposes for your life.

Amen and Amen

From My Heart to Yours….Thank You


It began with a book. For 2 years I would write late in the evenings and then early in the mornings before work. I tried to publish my book “Crosses Everywhere”, but could gain no interest. I then began a ministry to churches in Michigan in 1992 called “The Remnant Ministries” focusing on Jewish Evangelism. There was an interest at churches to hear about their Jewish Roots at that time. I did Evangelistic Messiah in the Passover Presentations and taught Jewish Evangelism Classes. The interest in churches began to dry up by 1997 and so did Remnant Ministries. I then changed my writing to focus on the Person of Christ and the need for evangelism to all those we love and have relationships with and want to be in Heaven with us.
This new purpose came with a new name “Crosses Everywhere” and a website. I prayed and asked the Holy Spirit to use the stories to reach “ONE HEART AT A TIME because the internet now created an outreach to the world.

In 2011 the interest in Michigan Churches in Crosses Everywhere started up again and continued to grow until Elyse and I relocated to Arizona in June of 2014. I continued reaching out to 25 churches here in Phoenix, but as hard as I tried to start the ministry here, nothing has happened. I then changed my focus to looking for opportunities to give my Testimony only. But have found no interest in the churches here in Phoenix regarding hearing how an Orthodox Jew raised by Holocaust Survivor’s became a Christian.

I began to pray asking WHY nothing was happening. Then I remembered that it was not about me but about Jesus and HIS WILL for my life and HIS Timing. And that it was not about reaching out and teaching groups of people but reaching “ONE HEART AT A TIME”.

Recently I received my first Annual Report from WordPress and I thought I would share this with you. WordPress hosts my website Since June I had come to the conclusion that Crosses Everywhere was a waste of time and I was ready to shut it down.

I have always prayed for opportunities to share my faith, even with one person. Through the years of speaking at churches I have spoken to 8 people and up to 1,500 people at one time. I have spoken to Adult Bible Fellowship Classes on Sundays and Home Bible Study Groups as well. I would do it for one person if asked. Because the Lord cares about “ONE HEART AT A TIME”.

I was amazed and in shock about the following information.

Crosses Everywhere Annual Report Statistics for 2014
60 Countries with followers
7 Comments (very few), they read but rarely comment.
62 blog followers, they get alerts when I post a new message

Current Count of Views and Messages since Creating Crosses Everywhere
7,149 Views since Crosses was created.
742 Posts / Messages on Crosses Everywhere

I am thankful and re-inspired to continue writing and posting to CrossesEverywhere and will continue to include the posts on Face Book. People rarely comment but evidently they do read the messages.
I am truly blessed and honored to be used by the Holy Spirit to plant one seed at a time in “ONE HEART AT A TIME” that needs to change.

I wanted to share this with you, not because of pride, but humility that God would use me. Lately I have been re-reading my messages. I honestly do not understand how the words have come out of me other than to say they come from the One who lives in me.

My prayer is that He is using you too. Because the DAWN of ETERNITY is HERE.
In HIM I found me.

My Mommy and My Daddy

All through HIS WORD GOD makes it clear that He knows everything about us:
The number of hairs on our heads
He knew us before we were conceived
He chose us when He planned creation
He determined the exact time of our birth
The days of our lives are written in His book
Every good gift comes from His hand
He loves us with an everlasting love
His thoughts about us are more than the sand of the seashore
He rejoices over us by singing

Didn’t my (Holocaust Survivor) parents both know and understand this?

The answer is no.

The One True God says to each of us:

I am your Father, and I love you even as I love my son, Jesus. For in Jesus, my love for you is revealed. He is the exact representation of my being. He came to demonstrate that I am for you not against you and to tell you that I am not counting your sins.

My Son died so that you and I could be reconciled. His death on the Cross-was the ultimate expression of my love for you. I gave up everything I loved that I might gain your love.

Receive my son as your savior and nothing will ever separate you from my love again…and you can come home to me.

My mother spent the last year of her life in a nursing home with a feeding tube in her. She was in a fetal position and the only reflection of life you could see was in her eyes.

I visited my mother two days before she died. I wiped away the tears from her eyes… and said goodbye.

The last time I saw my father alive he was crying. I said what is wrong. He said he felt pain in his heart that he was leaving me alone in the world. He said he loved me deeply.

God in his mercy to me sparked the flame of eternal life in my mind and heart after my parent’s death. It took their death’s to place my feet onto the road to life in Christ.

I have learned through those I love that out of death God brings forth life. And out of pain God grants wisdom.

This is the Promise of the ONE TRUE and Living God to all His children…to all those precious in His sight,to all those that come to HIM through HIS SON…that He is still on the Throne and He is involved in every detail of your life.

He knew you before the foundations of the earth were formed, and He called you into existence in eternity past. He will hold you in the palm of His hand until the day He takes you home to be with HIM in the future.

We are creatures of time,created by God for eternity. Today we live from one God Moment to another. In eternity we will live IN THE MOMENT, forever with God.

May HIS Joy and HIS Shalom fill all the days of your life as you live to fulfill HIS purposes for your life.

Amen and Amen

Gods Free Gift to YOU

At some time in your Christian life, you may have struggled with questions like, when a sinner is saved, who chooses whom—does God choose the sinner, or the sinner choose God? Did Christ die for the sins of everyone, or just the people He saves?

The vast majority of those kinds of thorny, persistent, mind-boggling questions are directly related to the sovereignty of God, election, predestination, perseverance, and the question of “free will.”

When I was done studying the latter two emotions took over me. The first was sheer Joy that the God of the universe choose me before I was born; to become His Child and assure me that I would ultimately come home to be forever with HIM in Heaven.

Then a depth of sadness I have not felt before overtook me as I realized that just about everyone I loved or cared for; family and friends would not be with me in heaven. Why, because to my Jewish family the Gospel is a stumbling block and to my non-Jewish friends the Gospel is foolishness. 1 Corinthians 1:23

I could really do nothing about it but pray. I know… we are called to pray. But phrases kept running through my mind: the few and the many, the narrow road and the wide road, choose life or choose death, heaven or hell, and finally “ONLY the REMNANT”.

The word remnant means the few. Too many of the people I care about have already chosen by not choosing; a road to a different place. A place that if given the opportunity to spend but a few minutes in while alive would change their lives here forever.

People’s consciences have been seared and calloused. They do not realize how much they now have in common with a frog in a pot on a stove…. an ostrich with its head buried in the sand…. or a deer that runs out into the road and is mesmerized by oncoming headlamps of an approaching vehicle until its too late.

This world we live in seems lush and beautiful. The reality is really quite different. This world is a desert filled with burning sands and howling winds. Sands that if left to the course of the winds would bury all civilizations beneath its ever-moving waves.

No matter how disappointed I am, no matter how hard it is now to find joy in witnessing; I know the reason I live another day is only to do HIS will. His will is that I share the Gospel with everyone He brings to me. So I will continue to be an Oasis in this desert world I live in. I will continue to hold out a cup of His cool water to those who begin to realize how thirsty they really are for the water of eternal life.

The loudest sound in the desert is the wind. I know that the wind carries His voice. Just as John the Baptist was chosen to be a voice in the wilderness, so too have you and I been called to be HIS voice within the wilderness that surrounds each of us.

So I will get back onto my camel and continue to draw people to HIM and let HIM do the work that I cannot.

And yes, I will pray for those I love for as long as I have breath in my lungs…that as long as they have breath in their lungs, someday in the future they too will call on the name of Jesus and be SAVED.

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