1 John is sharp. It’s surgical. It draws hard lines between truth and lies, between righteousness and rebellion, between those who know Yahushua—and those who only claim to. It reveals the divide between those who like their sin and make excuses for it… and those who weep over their sin and beg Yahweh to tear it out by the root. Two kinds of people—and only one bears fruit.

There’s a difference between being interrupted and being transformed. A difference between being stopped in your tracks and falling to your knees in grief. A difference between hearing a voice and being born again. I know, because I’ve lived that difference.

He writes in Romans 7:19, “I do not do the good I want, but the evil I do not want is what I keep on doing.” That doesn’t sound like someone delivered. That sounds like someone still in bondage. Someone who has not fully surrendered to the Messiah. And yet, many call this the mark of the Christian walk—as if struggling with sin is all we can expect on this side of eternity. But that is not what Yahushua said.

The remnant is not the loudest, the wealthiest, or the most followed. The modern remnant is not defined by denomination, but by devotion. These are the ones Yahweh has refined in secret, stripped of false coverings, and set apart for Himself.

They are:

This isn’t about marriage as we know it. It’s about identity. It’s about a remnant longing to be called by a righteous name after being stripped of their own. It is the spiritual desperation that comes after pride has failed and Yahweh has exposed the falseness of all other coverings.

There’s a theology that turns Yahweh into something He never was
a detached tyrant,
a cold judge,
a Father who needed blood to feel better.

It says He sat in Heaven while His Son screamed on earth.
It says He turned His back.
It says He took pleasure in watching Him die.

Yahushua,
I don’t want to hurt anyone with my words.
I don’t want to burn so hot that I scorch the ones still waking up.
And I don’t want my passion to become poison in someone else's ears.

And above Him… A sign. Simple, wooden, Roman. But in the language of Heaven, it screamed.

"Yahushua HaNotzri V’Melech HaYehudim."
(Jesus the Nazarene and King of the Jews)

A phrase Pilate thought was political.
But what it really said—what it spelled in Hebrew—
was nothing short of divine thunder:

Yod – Heh – Vav – Heh
יהוה

The Name.
The Covenant Name.