Coming up on Monday – the Feast of Tabernacles. Eight days of parties and camping. We will be pitching a tent in our back yard Sunday afternoon and sleeping in it all week long. We’ll have fires in our fire pit, roast wienies (all beef of course) and marshmallows (s’more, please), singing and blowing the shofar for joy.
This feast causes us to remember what God did for Israel in bringing them out of slavery, rejoice in our freedom in Christ, and look forward to a time when He shall reign and the earth will have peace. Do we have a great God or what? Party, party party, all the time party. This is what He gives us when we stay within the loving boundaries of His wonderful, living Word.
Then everyone who survives of all the nations that have come against Jerusalem shall go up year after year to worship the King, the LORD of hosts, and to keep the Feast of Booths. And if any of the families of the earth do not go up to Jerusalem to worship the King, the LORD of hosts, there will be no rain on them. And if the family of Egypt does not go up and present themselves, then on them there shall be no rain; there shall be the plague with which the LORD afflicts the nations that do not go up to keep the Feast of Booths. This shall be the punishment to Egypt and the punishment to all the nations that do not go up to keep the Feast of Booths. (Zechariah 14:16–19, ESV)