All things in life are about birthing. Concepts, viewpoints, and even religious doctrine go through a process of birthing. In Birthing to the Workings, author Shirley Johnson examines the effect of the church leaving its Hebraic roots. In this informative analysis, Johnson places key emphasis on the effect this had on teachings related to the Godhead, Trinity, and Pentecost. Packed with credible resources and buoyed by thorough research, this examination provides revelations and truths relating to Godhead perspectives and Hebraic viewpoint. It illustrates the following points: ¿ The Hebraic believers emphasized the cohesiveness of the "whole" God versus the singleness of the one "person." ¿ The Father, and at times the spirit, have become supporting actors, with Yeshua stealing the show. ¿ The first apostolic believers of Yeshua believed in "manifestations" rather than "persons." ¿ Yeshua, the apostles, and the early church did not support the current Godhead doctrines as espoused by Western Christianity of today. Birthing to the Workings compares the "birthing" process of doctrine and the "workings" of the Holy Spirit to the birth of a child. The theological nature of birthing to workings is clarified as it relates to Christianity, the Trinity, and the Hebraic roots connection.

Birthing to the Workings

Rethinking Hebraic Teaching in Relation to the Godhead, Trinity, and Holy SpiritBy Shirley Johnson

Universe, Inc.

Copyright © 2010 Dr. Shirley Johnson
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4502-4847-1

Contents

Foreword.....................................................................................viiPreface......................................................................................ixOne Birthing.................................................................................1Two Basic Understanding That Is Not Really Basic.............................................12Three Coded Understandings about the Holy Spirit.............................................22Four Deeper Study of the Purposes of the Dispensation of the Holy Spirit.....................31Five Sacred Calf.............................................................................41Six God Is One...............................................................................56Seven Will the Real Godhead Please Stand Up?.................................................69Eight How Others Perceive Christianity.......................................................90Nine Birthing to the Workings................................................................110Ten Conclusion...............................................................................160

Chapter One

Birthing

The odor of the night in the tight room permeated the senses. Perspiration beaded up on the physician's forehead. The nurse wiped his brow, providing momentary relief. The young doctor was skilled and had seen many babies born-each birth so unique, yet all followed the birthing pattern. All had the same smells, sights, and sounds. Perhaps he should not be filled with the immense wonder of it all, yet even now, he was occupied with awe. Many times, he had seen a mother push. She strove for life. She pushed so very hard. The groans were deep and guttural. Was this how life was? Deep, robust, primitive, and vigorous life seemed to saturate the room. The whole scene played before him.

The mother's scream shook him from his thoughts. How very close she was to death. Life and death swayed and waltzed together in a beautiful and finely tuned dance. The majority of the time, life emerged triumphant, but at times, life faded away-faded away like a forgotten dance partner slipping into the dark recesses of a drawn curtain. This mother, however, even with her complications, was young, vital, and quite strong. He sensed she would overcome any challenges. A baby would be born this night.

She glanced up at the doctor. She had not meant to scream as noisily as she had. She was certain he understood. Then another cramp hit her full in the back of her spine. Savage pain accelerated throughout her very being, and this left her intensely weak. She was very close to giving up. Her memory went back to the months before when the doctor had warned her that she was extremely petite. He had cautioned that the pregnancy would be difficult; he also had stated that she was young and strong. Another cramp descended, and now she ached profoundly. She thought, I could die and then the pain would be over-I need the pain to be over.

Her husband held her hand, coaching her. He had not expected so much pain. The pain, perspiration, and the odor in this hot, tense room were almost unbearable. He found it so strenuous to watch his youthful and attractive wife fight for the life within her to be born. She had struggled for months. The physician had ordered her to stay off her feet early on, and it had seemed that even her morning sickness had been unusually severe and debilitating. She had lost eight pounds during the first two months of her pregnancy. Then numerous months of bedfast boredom assailed her. With all of that "resting," she still had moments of pain and frailty. Would providence bring jubilation, distress, or an amalgamation of both this night?

The baby quarreled to stay. Remaining in the familiar womb that had contained him for nine months seemed to be expedient, but a part of him needed out. He felt torn and exasperated. He thought, Is a birth all about pain? Fright and confusion filled every inch of his minute body. Primeval feelings emerged through him, radiating through the birthing canal. He longed for his watery warmth.

Another scream was heard. Then a foot emerged. The doctor silently prayed, Oh, God, Father, please don't let me lose these two. The brave mother had worked hard for many months to ensure a healthy pregnancy. She had followed his orders, even leaving her job. She had stayed in bed for many months. Her husband had prepared the nursery-cleaning, painting, buying and moving furniture, making perfect preparations for the perfect child.

Blood-so much deep, red blood-permeated the room. The father's stomach felt queasy; the smell was hotly sweet. The room was pungent with life. Yes, life screamed out! Birth and beginning, not termination, were the guests in this delivery room. The young father suddenly heard a cry. It was a baby's cry. It was his son's cry! Life-joyous, powerful, and so sweetly full-had arrived!

Birth is an exciting happening

The previous narrative related the experience of a fictitious family in a delivery room. The birthing experience can be an exciting event. The family in our previous story had positive and negative experiences. I personally had similar experiences when my own children were born. I have two sons. Both sons are now mature and have children of their own. For a number of years, I could not seem to get pregnant, and my former husband and I were very limited in physician choices or assistance. We just did not have the money for all the expensive testing that barren couples often need. Finally, a doctor at a free clinic confirmed my pregnancy. The free clinic and hospital was funded by the government; the hospital was open only to American Indians and their spouses. My former husband was Choctaw Indian. All the prenatal examinations would be conducted at this free clinic. Unfortunately, most young mothers who visited the clinic never had a chance to develop a rapport with any single doctor, as women rarely saw the same doctor more than once. I was no exception, although I did see the same doctor for my first three or four visits. After that, however, I saw whichever doctor was available. Although I would have rather had one physician throughout my pregnancy, I still felt blessed-it had taken so long for me to conceive, and I could hardly wait to be a mother. I wondered if the child I was carrying would be a boy or a girl-this was before medical technology could determine the sex of the unborn child.

The night finally arrived when I felt the first horrible, wrenching pains of childbirth. My husband hurried me off to the hospital. I assumed I would give birth in the typical manner. After all, I had read as much information as I could on the birthing process. I had packed my bag in the way I had been directed. I had come to the hospital when my contractions were just a few minutes apart. I was ready to have the baby, committed to the birth. The pains were very close together, but my water had not broken. The doctor informed me that I had dilated seven centimeters, and the baby was at the "door." The only thing holding up the process was that my water was still intact. The pains became extremely close together and tremendously hard. I asked, "Well, Doc, are you going to break my water?" I got a resounding and loud...