last week, my wife and I hosted our first Shabbat meal in our house.
As many know we have changed much in the past year, and our form our 'christianity' has been in a state of change ever since.
One person who came asked me at the end, what I had got most out of it. at the time (immediately) I replied that the wine was very good (and it was a spanish red called sangre de torro) and moved the conversation on. Over the coming few days, I began to realise that I had entered into a tradition linking me with thousands upon thousands (millions really) of followers in HaShem, those who are of both Jewish and Gentile persuasions. I had embarked upon a path dating back all the way to the book of Exodus. I had been and will ever be a partcipant in a covenant made with the real Israel with whom I have been now grafted in and so can freely partake of the blessing they have recieved (including the Shabbat).
What a day, repeated every week because it is so important and so that we do not forget... After all, Jesus is Lord of the Shabbat.
Blessed is the one coming in the name of ha’shem - בּרוּךְ הַבָּא בְּשֵׁם יְיָ
Now to Him who is able to keep you from falling..... be glory, majesty, dominion and authority for ever. (Jude)