Finally a somewhat more sunny chapter, even if it is still all just legislation, rules rules rules. These are the ones about times. It sets up the sabbath, day of rest, and festivals.
Interestingly some of these are called rules forever… an acknowledgment that many of the specific levitical rules will pass away over time. I was reminded of this hearing Ivanka Trump’s praise of her adopted practise of sabbath. These are some of the rules that have stayed.
I miss not working on sundays, I must say. It was a thing when I was young, but then theology came through that the day of rest was like heaven or something, not literal. But I used to like the special day idea. I did get nervous and legalistic about it a bit though, I recall as a child worrying about the limits of what I should do.
I wrote a song about colour, about God making the colours and us losing them. The creation of special moments in our existence is a very spiritual thing, a very human thing, to be cherished. I think the buzz wordy mindfulness movement is a yearning for this spirituality.
Harvest is a time to remember gods goodness. They are reminded to offer the first to god, and leave some in the field for poor and immigrants.
Festival of reconciliation, sounds like the scapegoat day. Fasting and prayer and a communal meal.
Festival of booths. Seems to be an end of harvest one week holiday. The booths are little huts they make and stay in for the duration, to remember the time in the wilderness and delivery from egypt.
Gotta love festivals. I was in a cathedral choir when I was young and we always sang this jolly anthem for harvest… still comes to mind. You visit the earth and bless it, you crown the year with goodness. Simple moment of gratitude from created to creator.