Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Shavuot 2012

low tide - Kachemak Bay
With the completion of the counting of the omer on Tuesday, we came to the end of the Spring feasts and the celebration of Shavuot, or the day of Pentecost.  This year's counting had us more than a week behind many others and their celebrations, but we've learned to live with such inequities.  It does bring up one question, however.  How will we ever manage to join together "in one accord"?  That question has to be left  to some future date for now.  Our focus has been reduced to living life one day at a time per the lessons of our journeys.


Alone here in the "wilderness", our celebration is simple and devoid of much in the way of festivities.  We marked the day with a walk down on the beach with our shofars and banner in hand.  As we only know of one other public celebration of Shavuot and that involves a large picnic gathering and "mikvahs" along with public declarations of our faith, we are forced to improvise.  We had to laugh in consideration of "mikvahs" as it would take a great deal more coercion than we have available here to get either of us to stick any more than a toe in the waters of the bay.  While we have actually seen people do that here, let's just say that "older and wiser" has some benefits.  


The end of the Spring feasts brings into focus the preparations that must be done for the Fall feasts.  Sukkot stands before us in a way as never before as this could well be our last "practice run" before the Great Tribulation.  Our failure to find any committed "like-minded" people to join with us here in Alaska has left us wondering as to our purpose and HIS plans in all of this.  We've been left to celebrate Sukkot alone since 2009 and celebrating Sukkot alone this year is a frightening thought, but we're getting somewhat used to facing frightening things as it's getting to be our "new norm".


When we first came to Homer, we were very frightened by the prospect of having to endure an Alaskan winter in our rig.  Little did we suspect that we would not only endure winter, but we would end up enduring one of the worst winters in recorded "weather history".  I'm sure if that little "factoid" had been on our radar screens, our hearts would have surely failed us and we might have tucked tail and headed south.  


Heading south, however, wasn't an option as we sought to do HIS Will (or at least our understanding of HIS Will) and we can now look back at the worst winter in Alaskan history and say, "Hmmm, that wasn't as bad as we thought it was going to be."  You might wonder how and why our perspective in looking back is so much brighter than it was looking forward.  If I gave you the list of all the things that went wrong, you'd be even more astounded, but I'll spare you the details here.  The bottom line is that life lived one day at time is all that HE asks of us and HIS grace is sufficient unto that day.  


We didn't survive a winter.  We survived a day, and then, another day and another until we were finally able to look back and say, "Well, that's over for now."  This is the lesson that we will take with us into the time of the Great Tribulation.  In the Book of Daniel, we are given the count of the number of days that we must endure.  That number is 1,335 days.  Some like to think of it in terms of 3 1/2 years, but the truth is we live one day at a time and with a finite number of days, no matter how large the number appears from this side, with HIS help, we intend to set our hearts to make it through to the end to see the return of our King Yashua.  

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