Our chores for the first time in weeks, nearly 2 months are done on time, save for the Pizza which by the timer on the stove, reads to have 3 more minute in the OVEN.
Several weeks ago, I was told of the SPIRIT to stop sounding the SHOFAR on Sabbath.
This would be the first Sabbath in weeks in which the SHOFAR SOUNDED on SABBATH, ON TIME. I leave the kitchen and head for the shofar stand, on top of the bookshelf next to the Front Door. I pass my Cell phone on my desk on the way, pause, then pass as I tell myself…”No, THE SKY is covered thickly with clouds, has been the entire day, and it is surely already dark anyway on the other side, the 3rd star already out as it was out at 6:00 pm in just the last 2 weeks. There will be no need to keep time, simply go out and sound the shofar and come back in and take the Pizza out of the oven.”
SURELY IT IS SABBATH ALREADY…
I AM LATE, I LOOK AT THE TIME.
5:58 pm
I exit the kitchen and hurry to grab the Shofar from it’s stand and start out the door. ON the porch, I don’t even make it to the first step and I am moved by MOTHER, the Holy Spirit of YAH’ to go back inside, to get my Cell phone, which I normally use to clock the sighting of each of the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd stars on the Horizon.
I am IN A HURRY, I look at the time.
A last minute errand distracts me back to the Kitchen area quickly, then again, I am back out the door a 2nd time! One foot out the door, one in on each side of the threshold, I pause, I had forgotten the cell phone. I am moved again to go get it, but likewise enter light spiritual struggle, and am moved again by the doubt, that there is no need, that I will sound as soon as getting outside. I step in towards the desk, turn around and give to the doubt, make it both outside and down the steps this time.
THE SKY is covered UNIFORMLY with THICK Cloud cover, so much, that the entire sky looks like one single DARK GRAY Cloud, save for the western Horizon. While the western horizon is covered with the same “SINGLE” Cloud that blankets the entire canopy of the sky…there appears about 2 or 3 patches that are discolored, almost blueish.
I recognize this hue.
I rush back in to get my cell phone.
I AM CURIOUS I look at the time.
I have watched the sunset Sabbath, after Sabbath for years. For many years, I watched from my station for nearly an hour. My Station…yes, I have chosen like the WATCHMAN with his tower, to watch from the same point of view, week after week, month after month, year after year in each of those locales where I have resided for a little more than the entire last decade. I have, since ordering a KOSHER Polished Black Rams Horn Shofar from Jerusalem about February of 2008, been sounding the Shofar EACH SABBATH as moved by the Spirit of Yah’, and not sounded it on some, as moved by the Same Spirit. From 2003 to 2005 I stood watch the last 10 or 15 minutes as the sun lowered below the horizon and sounded oft as it the last sight of the orb became concealed by the horizon.
From 2005 to 2006, often I stood for an half hour to an hour each week on Sabbath watching the Sunset. I FELL IN LOVE with the sight of SUNSET after learning the truth in those years, that on the CREATION WEEK account of Genesis 1:1 through Genesis 2:4, when GOD said “LET THERE BE LIGHT”…on day one, the light that came forth was not THE SUN! The SUN, MOON and Stars would not be created until the 4th DAY of Creation. THE LIGHT WHICH SHONE, was SHEKINAH! THE VERY LIGHT OF THE SPIRIT OF YAH!”
I FELL IN LOVE WITH THE SIGHT OF THE SUNSET…especially that part in which the sun was below the Horizon, and then I would be reminded of the “LIGHT OF YAH”.
As there was still light often, 20 minutes to a half hour in some parts of the year on the Horizon after the sun lowered from view. Sometimes there was less, but always an ARRAY of Varied hues, changing in other hues, fading from one to the next as the very last vestiges of light on the horizon finally went from yellows, oranges and reds, purples and browns, to a pale, cotton like soft white haze, outlining black silhouettes of whatever rose from the earth between me and the Horizon. In Spring Lake NC…that soft white haze outlined nothing but the tops of buildings of businesses and apartment complexes and shopping centers that stood on the other side of the 6ft fence of the businesses, 3 of them, to which 6 little houses once ww2 military barracks stood, one of which I rented.
In June 2007 I moved ”IN Da’ HOOD” quite literally, where crack dealers, #####s, prostitutes and drug addicts walked past my home and stood on the street corners at all hours of the day and night any given and most every day of the year…the residence of which the 1st night I stayed all night long after signing a 1 yr lease and asked myself…”WHAT IN THE HELL HAVE I DONE?” I moved there because it was my last year of college, the rent was C-H-E-A-P…cheap, Cheap, CHEAP! And I moved there because it was walking distance from the college I attended. 208 Gertrude.
In the 2 years I lived there, a Man was stabbed one street over, another beaten with a crowbar, another shot. Another man was shot in the house across the street from mine, and one thug, shot his gun in broad daylight in the backyard of the house next to that, trying to “SEND ME A MESSAGE”…PUSSY! If he had any balls, he would have stood in my yard in front of me to send the same. I told him as much later.
One of the few sights of beauty, and they were few…in fact the most beautiful 2 things in the whole neighborhood was the smile on Ms. Audry, my elderly neighbor, 86 yrs old when we met. She asked me to mow her lawn. I did. She tried to pay me, and I insisted she pay me not with cash, but with a home cooked meal, and a game of “Spades.”
We played cards several times a week after that. When I saw her yard was in need of mowing, I just mowed it. She would try to pay me, and only a handful of occasions in 2 yrs did I let her do so with cash, but mostly I insisted on cookies and milk and a game of spades! She was a good friend. A Cherokee who taught me many things about survival as she grew up in the great depression on a NC Mountain, and her dad was a farmer who kept many people alive in the depression with free food. Both apples and potatoes will keep indefinitely. You can put potatoes under your house. You can dig a hole about 3 ft deep, and put down a layer of hay, then a layer of apples, then another layer of hay, and another layer of apples and repeat leaving just the top foot clear, finish with a final layer of hay and cover with dirt, and the apples will be as fresh as they were when picked off the tree when you dig them up many, many months later! You can butter by the tub, not the stick, and leave it unrefridgerated on your counter. It will melt to “SOFT”, sometimes to liquid, but it will be usable FOR WEEKS!
The sky in that neighborhood, DUE WEST, had the view of the only home in that hood I liked, the prettiest yard, and of the hundreds of homes in that place, Ms Audrey’s home was the very first home in there…when it was all woods save her home, her yard, and the dirt road that ran several hundred yards through the woods from the main rd to her home.
Her yard was the prettiest in the neighborhood, lots of flowers, flowerbeds, roses, pansies, yellow trumpets, morning glories, trees, bird baths and bird houses and yard ornaments. Most people in that place did not give a crap about themselves, let alone their home, or their yard.
Each week, week after week, the setting sun faded from one hue to the next, until the sun was lower than the top pitch of Ms. Audrey’s rood and southeast wall, and the large oaks that stood in her back yard. The sun once out of sight, saw one hue fade into the next as darkness approached from behind while light lived on the horizon. Finally the canopy in front was pale blues from 90 degrees forward and down to 45 degrees, and an array of hues in between especially from 45 degrees down to the tree tops in Ms. Audrey’s back yard, of which the lowest hues remained ambers, yellows, oranges, browns, sometimes purples engulfed the whole front horizon as meanwhile the pale blues before my eyes and upwards to 90 degrees, grew darker in gradients until the sky above the very top and back of my shoulders was dark blue and blanketed with stars, as fewer starts started gradually blinking in front, until they no longer blinked but shone in hues of white and silver, all the while the canopy behind was filled with starts and from 90 degrees back to 180 degrees where Housetops and the roofs of businesses met the eastern sky more like at 170 to 165 degrees than it did at 180 deg…hues of dark blues into darker and the darkest of blues behind, lower and lower to the horizon of the Eastern sky, sometimes fading to black on the darkest of evenings.
And in those last moments of light, no longer daylight, but that soft white fuzzy hue of light which silhouetted The pitch of Ms. Audrey’s roof and the oaks in her back yard, shone not harshly and brilliantly, but softly, meekly, politely inviting any to stop and know, the LIGHT OF GOD…the light which has shone since the first day of the 7 day creation week, days before the SUN ever existed! THAT LIGHT, sang love songs to me as it outlined those trees, the pitch of Ms Audrey’s roof against the pale blue but ever darkening hues of blue on the due western sky!
And when the steady twinkle of the 1st star on the Western Horizon befell my eyes, my heart would flutter with anticipation as I spoke to Father, to Mother, until finally the 3rd star on the horizon due west at 35 deg out or lower appeared and then I sounded CRISPLY to FATHER, TO YAH’, and my SHOFAR, sang it’s love song to the HEAVENS!
In those years, and into 2007, 2008, learning of the actual truths of the daypart of MORNING being the first hour of DARKNESS, the first TWO HOURS by some Hebrew customs, and the observance of the sighting of the 3rd star on the Horizon signifying the transition of day to evening by one account, and by all accounts the period beginning Morning I learned came in the FIRST HOUR of DARKNESS each day, AFTER THE FADING LIGHT…not the FIRST HOUR OF LIGHT, after the FADING OF NIGHT! Christ, AROSE from the TOMB at a time the ROMANS considered to be a SATURDAY NIGHT…not a SUNDAY MORNING!
I am CURIOUS…I LOOK AT THE TIME.
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