Rosh Hashanah 5782: The Year of the Tuning Fork

For those who follow the Hebrew Calendar, we entered into the Jewish New Year 5782 on the eve of September 6, 2021. Some weeks before this new season, I inquired of the Lord for this year’s revelation, and a tuning fork immediately came into my spiritual vision. I instantly connected this with Apostle Chuck Pierce’s upcoming Glory of Zion Rosh Hashanah celebration with the theme of building the house to take place that coming weekend (Glory of Zion, 2021).

According to Breathitt (2015), a fork represents “coming to a place of decision, always take the high road or the path less traveled” (p. 169). Webster’s Dictionary defines tuning (to tune) as “agreement, harmony, in tune with the times” (Merriam-Webster, n.d., Tune). To build properly, we must be in tune with God’s Words and not people. These are indeed perilous times, and we mustn’t change our tune in doing what is right and staying in sync with God’s Truth because things are getting uncomfortable or unpopular for us.

I find myself needing to be tethered to God more than ever. Therefore, and out of great necessity, I have increased my times of prayer, praise, and worship. Walking in the conviction of our Father’s truth is critical to remaining upright and not being moved by what is happening around us. God is certainly making people choose, so we must select bravely and wisely. There is no longer a middle ground or middle of the road. You are either a goat or a sheep. Choose to be a sheep. A sheep hears the voice of the Good Shepherd (John 10:27). A goat hears a different voice that leads to death and destruction. In a tuning fork, there is no middle prong. There are only two clear options, and you must choose one or the other. In this new season, God is presenting us with only two clear choices. No longer can we claim or hide in a middle decision.

The Apostle Paul gives us a proper perspective, “For every house is built by someone, but the builder of all things is God” (Hebrews 3:4). And the Chief Cornerstone, Jesus Christ, upon Whom all righteous things are built admonishes, “What good does it do for you to say I am your Lord and Master if you don’t put into practice what I teach you? Let me describe the one who truly follows me and does what I say: He is like a man who chooses the right place to build a house and then lays a deep and secure foundation. When the storms and floods rage against that house, it continues to stand strong and unshaken through the tempest, for he built it wisely on the right foundation. But the one who has heard my teaching and does not obey it is like a man who builds a house without laying any foundation at all. When the storms and floods rage against that house, it will immediately collapse and become a total loss. Which of these two builders will you be?” (Luke 6:46-49, TPT).

Some of the Hebrew numbers associated with this new year are 80, 2, and 22. These derive, in some form or fashion, from 5782. The number 80 (Peh) represents the mouth and speech, and 2 (Beit) represents duality (right versus wrong).  The number 22 represents the consequences of choices: either light and revelation to unlock mysteries, or disorganization, disintegration, and corruption (Breathitt, 2015).

Therefore, 5782 is a Peh Beit year, meaning what and who we agree with, how we harmonize, and what we choose to tune into determines which direction we head—either right or wrong. Since we are in the season of Peh, we must fine-tune our speech to find and flow in the frequency of Holy Spirit. This time will present us with many difficult forks in the road and many decision points. Again, God has removed the middle ground. We each must choose one of two options: to walk in the ways of God or to walk away from God’s ways. This will take courage, boldness, steadfastness, stick-to-itiveness, and a conviction that can only come from God’s Holy Spirit by Way of The Blood of Jesus. I cannot overstate enough that we must choose to walk continuously in the conviction of God’s truths in this season. We must do so in God’s great love, mercy, and grace, yet without compromise. Find your frequency by tapping into, speaking, and conducting the language of Heaven, because anything less will fall flat in terms of building God’s Kingdom.

Shanah Tova! Wishing you a good, sweet year, filled with every rich blessing from God.

With warmest regards,
And in service of The Most High King,

© 2021. SuperNatural Life Coach, L.L.C.


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A Divine Pause

As I am sitting here on my balcony, sipping my morning coffee, overlooking and taking in the eerily peaceful surroundings of my woodland view, I sensed the Lord’s still small voice. I had been seeking Him, like countless others, on the meaning of this unholy and tragic event that had suddenly come upon and besieged this nation and its inhabitants.

The answer finally came after weeks of asking, praying, pressing in; and finally letting go and resting in the release and confidence that, while I do not know many things, and when answers don’t come—the one thing I know that I know that I know to be true is that God is in control.  God either causes, stops, or allows things to happen; and He does so for our good, whether it looks or feels that way at the time.

Our Blessed Assurance provides comfort in His Word, scribing: “‘For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,’ declares the Lord. ‘As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts’ (Isaiah 55:8-9). And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose” (Romans 8:28).

My spirit is at peace with the truth that God did not cause this. So, if He did not cause it, then why did He not stop it? Since He did not stop it, why did He allow it?  And if God allowed it, for what ‘higher ways’? What good? My spirit was quickened to the revelation that this was not a punishment, but rather a pause—a Divine Pause. An intermission prepared and packaged with every lost opportunity, every shoulda-woulda coulda, every connection not made, moment misused, point escaped, and road not taken, so that we could have a Divine Do-over.

I said “Wow, God, this is good!” He said, “write it as your next article.” I replied, “okay, I will make some notes and do it next week.” He retorted “do it now, today.” As one who honors the Sabbath (Shabbat), I felt the need to remind my Omniscient (All-Knowing), Omnipotent (All-Powerful), and Omnipresent (Ever-Present) Father: “Um, Daddy, you do realize this is the Sabbath, right?” To which I felt a Holy Head Shake and Sovereign Sigh in the Heavenly Realm, with a reminder back: “The Sabbath was made for man, not man for the Sabbath” (Mark 2:27). I sensed the Lord of the Sabbath saying, “don’t get all religious on me, Matthew.” Yes, Sir. On it. One article coming right up!

Our Divine Daddy gave me a dream some nights ago, as He often speaks to many of us through dreams and visions. In that dream, I was in New Mexico, and I was trying to get to a realtor’s office. I did not have a navigation system in the car I had rented, and the realtor was trying to give me directions to her office over the phone, without really knowing where I was at; although I was trying to explain my bearings to her. Regardless, she seemed convinced that she knew the way, while I was not as confident in her confidence. To make a long story short, as I need to leave certain details out that are between God and me, I sensed the message was one of guarding against being led blindly, or by someone who is sight impaired (figuratively speaking, of course).

This real estate agent, I believe, represented a part of myself that was causing me to not see as clearly as I needed to see all that God had prepared for me during this time.  New Mexico symbolizes “It grows as it Goes, Land of Enchantment, The Colorful State, Yucca Flower” (© 2015. Dr. Barbie Breathitt), and the Yucca Flower represents “a fresh new positive outlook on life as you work through your present situation” (IBID).

I believe that we can be driven by our fears, doubts, discouragement, disappointments, uncertainties, regrets, past perspectives and encounters, and worldly worries to the point where we miss things along the way, sight-impaired or even blinded to those opportunities and moments that are placed and positioned there to help us grow, heal, and receive what we need to be better equipped and to enlarge our capacity.

God is for each and every one of us—if we allow Him to be. Our Wonderful Way-Maker longs to go before us to right every wrong, straighten every crooked path, and smooth out every rough place (Isaiah 45:2). God is not a man who should lie, nor the son of man who needs to repent (Numbers 23:19). God does not play favorites (Acts 10:34), and longs to be our Faithful Forever Father, our Divine Doting Daddy, and our Precious Papa.

yucca-white-flower-flower-stalk-shutterstock-com_12863 (resized)Each of us has a choice to make during this trying time, as we stand at the four-way intersection of this moment, determining which perspective to travel on: we can either stay stuck in ourselves, be led impaired or blindly by our un-surrendered soul or fleshly nature; or take the perspective of the Yucca Flower, and pursue the fresh new positive outlook which causes us to then step into this God-given gift of this Divine Pause, and unwrap everything put in place to redeem us, make us whole, make us better than new, and cause us to step into our Divine Destiny, and Kingdom Eternal purpose, with nothing missing, nothing lacking, and no sorrow added.

May God comfort, refresh, guide, keep, and bless you always.

With warmest regards,


© 2020. Matthew Gargano, unless where other credits apply.

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We are missing the mark with reparations

shutterstock_1321069454 By R Wellen PhotographyLet me start by saying that I am soberly aware of the profoundly heavy, gut-wrenching, heart-breaking, and polarizing nature of this topic. And even in stating this, I am confident that my awareness and appreciation for the veracity, agony, complexity of this issue, and what it invokes, is sorely lacking and belies its due diligence.

Nevertheless, I feel compelled to speak on this weighty matter, after having my conscience pricked, and wrestling with it for many months. As a man, I often try to seek God’s heart on matters big and small; albeit, not always with success.  I try to put aside my own fallible and faulty fleshly unctions and self-righteous indignations that I truly have no legitimate claim to, and rise above the weeds of opinions of others for less than altruistic purposes.

It’s not easy, but it is necessary toward the needed healing, restoration, and reconciliation that is, what I believe, the remedy for this atrocity that has never been properly acknowledged.  This is the real root of the issue: the opening of one of the most heinous and hideous doors in the history of our great nation (and yes, this is a great nation) that has never been shut.  We need to address the root issue which opened this door, so that we can properly close this shameful and lingering chapter that has left a great stain and an open self-inflicted wound on this majestic country.  Reparations are merely a symptom with which to woefully and inadequately apply a band aid on something so deep and stench-filled.

To recommend, subscribe to, and support reparations is to dismiss, dilute, cheapen, and silence the blood of those, denigrated and destroyed by these carnages, that cries out from the soil of this nation’s past. These precious sons and daughters, many of whom were brought here against their will, taken captive, and savagely and mercilessly abused and slaughtered by this nation’s ancestors, deserve better. These previous sons and daughters, their sons and daughters, and their seed deserve better than a band aid.

Please understand that I love my country, this One Great Nation Under God. I do and will forever stand for the flag, and kneel for the cross. This, in my opinion, is the greatest nation on earth, and I count myself blessed to live here. Because I think so highly of our great nation, we have an even greater responsibility to right this wrong that has never been dealt with at its core—the root.  I am not here to pass blame, as blame-naming is one of the great strategies of the enemy to keep a people, or a nation, from truly stepping into the healing, restoration, and reconciliation needed to be applied for something so seemingly insurmountable as slavery.

This being said, we must acknowledge and accept responsibility that, while this nation was being birthed, its birthing process was contaminated, and the birth defect that resulted and still remains has never been properly dealt with; therefore, it remains unhealed and unfortunately intact.

As a man of God, I try to seek wisdom and direction in His infallible, immutable, sovereign, healing, restoring, and grace-filled Word: “If my people, which are called by My name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land” (2 Chronicles 2:14).  This is what I believe we must do, as a people, as a nation, to address the root issue, the root cause of this devastating injustice, to close and heal this wound, this birth defect, and to shut and seal the doors permanently that were opened way back when.

And it must come from the head, the President of the United States.  I am not singling out any one president.  I have been hopeful for years throughout the succession of US Presidents from either party, for one to stand up during his or her term and make a public acknowledgement, as the highest representative of this nation, to ask forgiveness for this grievous wrong-doing. To truly call a day for this nation to repent so that this wound can be healed, and this door properly closed.  And to publicly find a proper representation of living ancestors of slaves, who are willing to forgive on behalf of their ancestors, those who committed these vicious acts of barbarism and sin against them. The president needs to stand in the gap to seek such forgiveness; and these precious souls need to stand in the gap and to forgive what we have done as a nation—past and present.

And then a bipartisan Congress must act, ratifying a day: a national day of repentance to commence each year so we can look back and remember, not the sins of our fathers; but instead, the day that our president stood up, asked for, and received forgiveness on behalf of a nation, on behalf of its citizens (past, present, and future) from the gracious heart of those trodden underfoot in unimaginable ways, which brought the Healing Hand of God to rain down the Balm of Gilead. To record such a great day that our forgiven nation was finally reconciled to its past, restored to its future, set free, and able to move forward anew; no longer mired with this lingering stench or foul residue, stepping into her glorious destiny, with nothing missing, nothing lacking, and no sorrow added.

May God bless us all, and may God continue to bless these great United States of America.

With warmest regards,


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My Mom, the Feminist: A Mother’s Day Tribute

20180414_105258 Matthew GarganoAs we approach Mother’s Day, and I reflect on my mom, I became supremely overwhelmed with a wave of profound gratitude and absolute awe for the woman who influenced me the most and the example she set.

My mom is from the Show Me State, the place where actions speak louder than words. Through her daily examples, which flowed naturally and effortlessly from her, those actions spoke volumes from my first living example of a woman, of how powerful women are, and how much they deserve to be loved, respected, and celebrated for their seats at the table.

The Online Etymology Dictionary defines feminism as ‘qualities of females.’ When I think of the qualities that my mom adorned and demonstrated, the ones that naturally come forth are godly, noble, loving, firm, diplomatic, devoted, unconditional love, persistent, persevering, powerful, strong, respected, trusted, beautiful, lovely, selfless, sacrificing daily, humble, steadfast, wise, champion of her family, and I can go on and on.

As I stated above, my mom was my first example of a woman. My mom set the bar and the tone of how I should view, treat, and interact with woman. My mom showed me, by her actions, the rich and defining talents of a woman.

Mom had that quiet strength—that powerfully gorgeous and commanding quiet strength which beamed from her beautiful and deep blue eyes. Those same eyes that displayed her fierce love for her children, and equally disclosed when you crossed the line. Those eyes that looked upon you with such love and kindness, yet were equally effective at correction and conviction.

I never heard my mom complain. Raising three boys and a girl, and I would argue a husband, (my dad) as well, all while balancing work, daily packed lunches, nightly dinners, grocery shopping with coupons and kids in tow, endless laundry, poison ivy, chicken pox, stitches, surgeries, school functions, little league, softball, high school football, community events, volunteerism, gave her plenty of legitimate reasons and license to more than a little whine time. But she never did.

My mom taught me God is the most important, and He is our True Source, and rightful head over our family.  I cannot tell you how much my mom prayed—and having three sons required a lot of prayer.  Even to this day, I still feel my mom’s prayers, both past and present.  I truly believe her prayers helped keep our family where it needed to be, and from going off the rails.  My mom is a prayer warrior. My mom is a warrior, period.

Mom required us to address women with respect, and that ‘yes and no ma’am’ was evidence of that respect, as was opening doors and the like.  These acts in no way diminished the power of women—quite the opposite. These acts showed deference to that power and their imperative place in the world of womanhood.

Mom taught us, through her daily actions, that being a devoted wife and mother was an incredibly incomprehensibly and profoundly critical role that formed, shaped, nurtured, and set the tone and trajectory for her family.  My mom wore her role as a wife, mother, community leader, professional, volunteer, and woman, as badge of honor. Above all, her family always came before all else; except God.  Her husband and her kids were her magnum opus.  My mom is the matriarch of our family—the glue that has held us all together, even when we were coming apart at the proverbial seams.  Thankfully, we never came apart.  We came dangerously close at times, but not quite, because of Mom.

Aside from God, without my mom, we wouldn’t be here today (and I include my dad as part of our ‘we’).  If Mom wasn’t the woman she was, we wouldn’t be the successful, compassionate, devoted, functional, steadfast sons, daughter, fathers, mothers, husbands, wife, and people we are today.  And this being said, we still can’t hold a candle this wonderful woman, who is my mom.

So, Mom, on this Mother’s Day, know that I am more grateful than words could ever express for you, who you are, your immeasurable love, and the great influence and impact you have had and still have on my life. You are my mom, my best friend, and the first woman I ever knew and loved.  Happy Mother’s Day, Mom!

Love always and forever,

Your son,