The Hebrew name of God in the holy writings is El Shaddai. “El” means “God Creator” and “Shaddai” means “Almighty.” El Shaddai is the name of God. Although we read other names given to God in the Old Testament, none of those names are the true name of God. Names such as Lord, Yahweh, and Jehovah were never spoken or pronounced in Israel in the entire Old Testament as their god. Before the Kingdom of Judah fell, El Shaddai warns the Judeans that their false prophets have changed his name with Baal, which is the same name as Lord. “And it shall be at that day,” says El Shaddai, “that you shall call Me Ishi (my beloved) and shall call Me no more Baali (my lord). For I will take away the names of the Baalim (lords) gods out of their mouth and they shall no more be mentioned by their name.”

After the Egyptian Exodus God gave Israel plans to build his Tabernacle or "dwelling place" so that he might dwell among them. However, the design of God's dwelling place has been lost in translation for thousands of years. In The House of El Shaddai, see how plans for God's Tabernacle are revealed with the help of hundreds of annotated images.

Psalms Chapter 74 Maschil of Asaph 1Why, O EL, have you cast us off forever? Why does your angel of anger smoke against the flock of your pasture? 2 Remember your congregation which you have gotten from the days of old and which you have redeemed to be the tribe of your inheritance. Remember Mount Zion where you have dwelt. 3 Lift up your steps because of the perpetual ruins and all the evil that the enemy has done in your sanctuary. 4 Your adversaries have roared in the midst of your meeting place. They have set up their own signs with the names of their gods replacing your signs that contained your name. 5 It looked like men raising axes up wards to cut thick trees. 6 They strike down with hatchet and hammers all the carved work in your house. 7 They have set you sanctuary on fire and they have profaned the dwelling place of your name to the ground. 8 They said in their hearts, Let us crush them altogether. They have burned up all the meeting places of EL in the land. 9 We see not our signs with your name O EL. There is no more prophets neither is there among us any that knows how long this will be. 10 How long, O EL, shall the adversary reproach? Shall the enemy blaspheme your name forever? 11 Why do you withdraw your hand; your Almighty right hand? Draw it out of your bosom and consume them.

Tyrone sits at a table cutting a key of cocaine. As he picks up a razor blade, it turns into a hundred dollar bill, and in his other hand is a knot. It looks as though he has been counting it. Unfortunately, the sight of it seems to disgust him, and he throws all of it across the table. The hundreds and twenties fall across the newly cut snow. He sits staring at the money. Suddenly, someone grabs his shirt, and he is back in his old bedroom. The strong hands of the figure slam him against his dresser, and he is eye to eye with the person that he soon realizes is his father. And with one powerful blow of his father's fist, Tyrone is knocked to the floor. He shields himself from anymore blows, but things become dark, and Tyrone feels it is safe to take his arms away from his face, but when he does, he finds himself outside the Pastor's Study at church. He slowly opens the door in time to see his father hit his mother, and though he has only punched her, his mother lies on the floor twisted in an odd position. Her face is white and her eyes are filled with fear as they gaze at him. He rushes to his mother's aid yelling at his father, but his father backhands him. And even though it stings hard enough for him to cry, he is not knocked down. He comes back with his fist across the Pastor's face, and they begin to fight. Members from the congregation barge in and begin to separate them, but The Reverend gets in one last hit. Tyrone is knocked to the floor as the scene around him becomes black. Tyrone begins to desperately wish that he could see where he is. Suddenly, an orangish red glow begins to brighten the area, and Tyrone feels the stinging swelling of his face and the blood that seems to be streaming from his lower lip, nose, and just above his right eye. He looks around realizing he is in a cave. He stands up, but as he does, the rocks catch fire and flames begin to spring up and cover the walls. Feeling the intense heat surrounding and engulfing him, he raises his hands in the air and screams for help. READER'S REVIEW OF CRY ELSHADDAI I had the pleasure of reading the new book by Léona, Cry Elshaddai. Certainly I expected the book to have a spiritual tilt on it just based on the title. However, I was totally surprised to find that the book contained such spiritual content. I picked the book up on Thursday night half expecting to read a few pages and put it down beside the other three or four books that I am currently in the process of reading. I was pleasantly surprised that this book did more than hold my interest. I was not able to put it down until I had read it from cover to cover. I recommend this book to every young person who is living in this world and unsure of how to proceed, as it relates to making a commitment to Christ. This book speaks to the very real issues plaguing our young people today. The pressures of society, the pressures of home life, the very pressures of the "Church" in their lives. What decisions will they make when all the chips are down. It was a delightful story. I know of quite a few young people who are living it today. It is a must read, with a surprising ending. --Rev. Vanessa Alford, Pastor Maranatha Bible Fellowship CC Church Baltimore, Maryland

The spirituality of Black Hebrew Pentecostalism is a rich tradition that has been hidden from the view of scholars. With the new interest in spirituality forming the background to this title, the author attempts to enlighten readers about this tradition.

This all-time classic examines Psalm 91 and boldly proclaims what El Shaddai, the God who is more than enough, will do for those who set their love upon Him!

By choosing this book, you are treating yourself to a healthy serving of food for thought...hopefully you brought your appetite. Hidden in El Shaddai's Shadow is a collection of poetry designed to take it's readers on a voyage of innovation. Ms. Walker reveals herself in personal pieces like A Warriors Proof and Say No More, where other poems such as Faute De Mieux and Tremendously are directed toward inspiration and motivation. Handling various topics from urban lifestyles to love affairs, each poem is loaded with enough imagery to paint vivid pictures of past experiences and future horizons.