For Christ did not enter a sanctuary made by human hands, a mere copy of the true one, but he entered into heaven itself, now to appear in the presence of God on our behalf. Nor was it to offer himself again and again, as the high priest enters the Holy Place year after year with blood that is not his own; for then he would have had to suffer again and again since the foundation of the world. But as it is, he has appeared once for all at the end of the age to remove sin by the sacrifice of himself. And just as it is appointed for mortals to die once, and after that the judgment, so Christ, having been offered once to bear the sins of many, will appear a second time, not to deal with sin, but to save those who are eagerly waiting for him.” (Hebrews 9:24-28)

If I am being very truthful, I would have to admit I have a special affection for the letter to the Hebrews. The letter is written those whose faith is on shaky ground, and appears to be addressed to believers who come out of a Jewish belief and/or background. My affection comes about because my paternal grandparents preached and taught about their faith at first to fellow Jews, and widening that circle to all who they encountered.

When I was growing up, the authorship was assumed to be Paul, but in my readings for this posting I saw that Paul’s authorship is not a surety. No matter; it reads much like the other letters that are more sure to be written by Paul – the same sort of strong and persuasive agreement that brooks no argument. It is the voice of my paternal grandmother how would “stoop” to any pleading or cajoling that would win one over. It is the voice of my paternal grandfather thundering from the pulpit and pleading that his listeners might believe. And when they used in each other – heaven help that person who did not “break” first!

They set a standard for me of Christian faith, and perseverance in all things that this life brings. And a hope and faith that bridges from this world to the next. I miss them very much!