The Jews were a celebrating-y kind of people. Its seems that every few weeks they’d some sort of knees up, or at least some sort of special meal to commemorate something.
There’s something appealing about this kind of ritual celebration. They were often commemorating important events that were HARD, not just good things – but even this sense of marking the past has a significant place in the present, giving weight and depth to what has gone before, what will come around next year, placing the present firmly in the context of the greater story.
I’ve been struck recently of the need for this perspective, for the need to allow room for the greater story to alleviate the drama of the immediate story. The deep, rhythmic breathing of the years to soothe the sprinting hearts of the days : He was faithful, He is faithful, He will be faithful.
Who was, and is, and is to come.
Immanuel.
Roll on 30th birthday, roll on. Let’s party like its 1981.
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