Heute lesen wir …
Wir lesen als Gruppe jedes Jahr einmal chronologisch die Bibel und fangen mit 1. Mose an und hören mit der Offenbarung auf - mach doch mit
Wir sind
warum ihr beim Lesen der älteren Kommentare (bis 2013) den Eindruck habt, dass wir Zeugen Jehovas sind, erkläre ich hier ausführlich. Nur ganz kurz: NEIN, wir sind keine ZJ, sondern einfach nur Christen – ohne irgendeine Konfession, Dachverband oder Organisation über uns – die für Gott und sein Wort brennen und sich gerne mit anderen darüber unterhalten und austauschen
Hier findest du die Daten zu unseren Treffen
Unser Ziel
… ist es, Menschen die Gott noch nicht kennen, zu ihm zu führen und mit seinem Wort bekannt zu machen; andere mit unserer Begeisterung für Gott und sein Wort anzustecken; einander zu ermuntern, im Glauben zu bleiben und zu wachsen; und einander zu helfen, ein ganz persönliches Verhältnis zum Schöpfer zu entwickeln, zu bewahren und zu vertiefen.
Die Bibel
Wir betrachten die ganze Bibel als Gottes Wort und sie hat für uns oberste Autorität. Wir vertreten keine bestimmte Lehrmeinung, sondern beziehen auch gerne andere Meinungen und Auslegungen mit ein, denn jeder sollte sich selbst anhand der Bibel ein Bild machen
Warum sagen wir „Jehova“?
Bitte „entschuldigt“, aber Arnold Fruchtenbaum – ein Jude, der zu Christus gefunden hat, benutzt (ebenso wie die unrevidierte Elberfelder 1905) diesen Namen als Name Gottes und er hatte auch in einem Seminar mal erklärt, warum:
Auch wenn wir aufgrund der Schreibart der Juden nicht genau wissen, wie der Name früher ausgesprochen wurde (die Juden selbst sprechen ihn überhaupt nicht aus), so wissen wir doch, dass die meisten Namen der Bibel, die ein „Je“ drin haben, von dem Namen Gottes abgeleitet sind, wie zum.B. Jesus, Jesaja, Jeremia – um nur einige zu nennen
Viele sprechen den Namen heute gar nicht mehr aus, das HERR hat den Gottes Namen in der Bibel ersetzt. Die meisten Übersetzer, die den Namen drin gelassen haben, übersetzen ihn mit Jahwe. Der Name Jehova wird sehr ungern benutzt, da er an die Zeugen Jehovas erinnert…
Wichtig ist, dass der Name überhaupt benutzt wird, wir werden es unter anderem auch bei den 10 Plagen noch sehen. Es steht dir also frei, Jahwe oder Jehova zu sagen.
Wir benutzen wie Arnold Fruchtenbaum den Namen Jehova – aus den selben Gründen
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Last month I called my son to ask how he was. He told me to stop doing that.
„Mom. I’m 33. I don’t need you checking on me every two days. Please just… give me space.“
And he hung up.
I sat there replaying his voice. The irritation. The exhaustion.
Like I was a problem to manage.
I didn’t call back. I just sat there. Holding my phone. Not knowing what to do with my hands.
This isn’t the first time.
I do everything for my children. Always have. Every school play, every fever, every heartbreak. Even now — I call, I check, I show up.
I don’t know how else to love.
But lately, all I get back is distance. „Mom, stop.“ „I didn’t ask for this.“ „Give me space.“
That night I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.
I raised him. I gave him everything. Thirty-three years. And this is what I get?
Maybe his father should’ve been around more. Maybe I made mistakes. I don’t know.
I prayed for him. That God would soften his heart. Guide him.
It helped. A little.
But the hurt stayed.
And then it hit me:
I’ve given my whole life to my children. And I don’t know if I’ve ever felt loved back. Not really. Not the way I needed.
I tried talking to him. Told him I didn’t deserve to be spoken to like that.
He said I was „too much.“ That I needed to „relax.“
I tried not calling. Told myself: give him space. He’ll come around.
Lasted four days. The silence was worse than the hurt.
I didn’t know what else to do. I’m his mother. I can’t just disappear.
After four days of silence, I still couldn’t sleep.
I was scrolling through my phone, looking for… I don’t know. Something.
And I found a quiz. „Which woman of the Bible are you?“
3 minutes. The result: Leah.
I didn’t really know her story.
There was a plan: short daily Bible lessons based on my result.
I didn’t know how it could help with what I was feeling.
But I needed something to make sense of it all.
So I started.
The first lesson told me who Leah really was.
The unwanted wife. Jacob worked seven years to marry her sister Rachel — the beautiful one. But on the wedding night, their father switched them.
Jacob woke up married to Leah.
And he didn’t want her.
I felt that sentence somewhere deep.
The lesson showed what Leah did next. She had son after son, hoping each one would finally make Jacob love her.
„Surely now my husband will love me.“
„This time he will want me.“
It never worked. She kept knocking on a door that wouldn’t open.
And then, one question:
„Where in your life do you keep giving, hoping it will finally make someone love you?“
I put my phone down.
I didn’t want to answer that question.
But I couldn’t stop.
Every phone call. Every dinner he didn’t ask for. Every time I showed up hoping he’d be glad to see me.
I wasn’t just being a good mother.
I was trying to earn something.
No — not earn. Beg.
I felt it in my chest before I could say it.
Please see me. Please need me. Please don’t leave.
Thirty-three years. And underneath all that giving — I was terrified. That if I stopped, I’d disappear. That without someone needing me, I’m nothing.
The next lesson showed me a verse I’d never noticed:
„When the Lord saw that Leah was not loved, he enabled her to conceive.“
God saw her.
Not after she proved herself. Not after she earned it. Before any of it.
He saw the woman no one chose — and He moved toward her.
I read it again. And again.
And I saw myself. Not the mother. Not the helper. Just a woman standing at a door that was already open. Knocking my whole life. Begging to be let in.
And the door was never locked.
That night I prayed something I’d never prayed.
Not ‚God, change my son.‘
Just: ‚God… do You see me too?‘
I didn’t hear words.
Just silence. And in that silence — a feeling I’d never had before.
Like being held. Like being seen. Like finally being able to exhale.
Another lesson showed how Leah’s story changed.
Her fourth son, she named Judah — „praise.“
Not „maybe this time he’ll love me.“
Just praise. For the One who saw her when no one else did.
She stopped trying to earn what was never hers to earn.
She turned to the One who already loved her.
I’m 52 years old.
And for the first time in my life, I feel loved.
Not because my son changed. He didn’t.
Because I finally stopped holding on so tight.
Not to him. To the fear that I’m nothing without him needing me.
Last week, he called. I’d stopped reaching out somewhere along the way.
We talked. Not about anything big. Just… talked. Without me trying to fix something.
At the end he said: „This was nice, Mom.“
I didn’t need him to say more.
I already know I’m loved.
Not because I earned it.
Because I finally stopped knocking on a door that was already open.
If you’ve spent your whole life giving — and you’re still waiting to feel loved back…
If you’ve done everything right and still feel invisible…
If you’re tired of reaching for something you can’t even name…
Maybe you’re a Leah.
Someone who’s been knocking her whole life on a door that was already open.
Duomo’s biblical archetype quiz takes 3 minutes.
It shows you which woman in the Bible is most like you.
Then gives you a plan: short daily Bible lessons to finally stop reaching — and start receiving.
Not more things to do.
Just the truth you’ve been waiting to hear:
The door was never locked.
You just didn’t know.
Link below.
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