The Feast of Trumpets began tonight in accordance with God’s Calendar — a festival of the Eternal (cf. Lev. 23:2) picturing the history’s climax, leading up to the coming of Jesus Christ in power and the glorification of His saints. What a privilege understand and to be able to observe these incredible days of God.
Over the years, I’ve seen so many who may have once understood the simplicity of God’s Holy Days twist the beautifully simple meaning in order to craft them in their own image. Their approach is often on the illogical side: After they’ve learned the plan of God through the clear meaning and sequence of the Holy Days they’ve kept, then they say that clear meaning and sequence is incorrect, reassigning the various parts of God’s plan to different days as it suits them personally. They discredit what they’ve come to understand by standing on the very foundation they’ve built through that very understanding. Very creative, but not necessarily very logical. As for me (and my house, I should add), we’d rather not obfuscate the obvious with the obscure.
I recall the days when God began calling me (or when that calling intensified, perhaps) and I began learning the plan of God as it is so simply and beautifully taught through the keeping of the Holy Days. The meanings behind the days and behind their sequence was so mindbogglingly obvious, but, of course, that is only because God, in His mercy, was allowing me to see it (cf. John 6:44, Luke 24:45, 1 Cor. 2:14) — a blessing most of us reading this have experienced yet which none of us earned and in no way deserved. What exciting days those were! The whole panorama of God’s actions — past, present, and future — in the universe He had created and His ultimate, incredible purpose for it began to open up to me, and the rest of the world and my experience in it began to mean something different… something frighteningly wonderful. To borrow from Yeats as I do so frequently with such thoughts, a terrible beauty was born at that time in my life.
Time can dull such memories, but they shouldn’t. The Feast of Trumpets still pictures the climax of history — the birth pangs necessary to bring a new world into existence — and for those of us who understand that it is still a miracle of grace that the Great God of All Things bothered to take us aside to show us this marvelous truth.
There are none appointed by God these days to officially blow the shofar on Trumpets for His people, though that is something I look forward to hearing again after Christ’s return and the millennial restoration of the Levitical priesthood under that of Melchizedek. However, it is a memorial of the clangor of trumpets (Lev. 23:24), and the lessons taught by this day and the future angelic shofar blasts associated with it discussed in Revelation 8-9 and 11 should fill our minds, just as the sacrifice of Christ fills our minds on the memorial of His death, the Passover. How thankful we should be that He has given us a memorial of His past death, and thus the forgiveness of our sins, and a memorial of His coming return, and thus the culmination of our sanctification. Leave it to God to create a memorial of a future event, as only be done by Him who calls those things that do not exist as though they do (Rom. 4:17).
The coming of Christ truly is the climax of history in so many ways, and I hope that all of you reading this have a profitable Feast of Trumpets!
P.S. For those who happen to be wandering by and who do not keep the biblical holy days, be sure to take a look at our free booklet: The Holy Days: God’s Master Plan, by Roderick C. Meredith. You can request a free copy in print, download a PDF copy, or simply read it online.