“It just began to rain.”
His deep voice broke through the feminine chatter of wife and daughters. We stopped then, and looked out the large bay window at our backs. A misting had begun, and quickly two of us opened the windows to hear the rain better. As the frame slid in track, the rain shed its slender rhythms for the happier notes of attention gained, and the yard quickly disappeared behind a sheen of silver and the soft, approving roar of a downpour.
There were no words for our amazement.
We had just been talking about water. At that exact moment it seemed that the Holy Spirit splashed the little house on Round Rock playfully, as if to say, that’s it. You’ve got it.
Of what exactly had we been speaking? Late in the evening, lying in bed before extinguishing the lamp, i whispered softly to husband, who surrendered his premature attempts to fall asleep, turned over and gave me the grace of listening and recalling, too.
On the eve of Tabernacles, over bowls of beef stew and around the candle-lit, glass pumpkin with its silver stem, we had been tracing the word tabernacles in the Bible. Smearing fig preserves on our white house rolls, we began in camp with the Israelites pitching tents outside of Egypt in their virginal march for freedom and then moved on to the desert skirt of Mount Sinai where God taught them to build a tabernacle for His glory to dwell in. On our journey through the wilderness chasing this word tabernacles, we recalled it as the title of one of the seven ordained feasts. Every year on the Feast of Tabernacles, pitch a little tabernacle and celebrate the goodness of God and remember your deliverance from slavery. And then on we traveled, hopping the ravine into the New Testament and in the book of John, we watched Jesus (Jesus Who is God tabernacling with us) send his disciples ahead of him into Jerusalem to celebrate the Feast of Tabernacles. He would follow later, alone for His own unspoken reasons. With Him, we entered Jerusalem on the last day of the Feast of Tabernacles, and followed a whole procession of worshipers, complete with priests and flutists, carrying full urns from the pool of Siloam through the water gate to the altar where they performed the water ceremony to remind them of the water from a rock in the desert. As the water slipped from the urns and splashed on the stones of the altar, Jesus spoke out over the sound, “Rivers of living water will brim and spill out of the depths of anyone who believes in me. . .”
That’s when husband had announced, “It just began to rain.”
That is when we opened the windows in time for a downpour.
And I sit me here on this first full day of the Feast of Tabernacles, and I contemplate all that this means.
1. Tabernacles is a call to fellowship with other Believers, to spend more time with family and friends recalling all that God has done for us, and yes, to spend more time outdoors away from distractions and opening our eyes to God’s creation.
2. Tabernacles is a season to remember past captivity and to celebrate God’s deliverance
3. Tabernacles is a season of outpouring of the Holy Spirit. It is a time to be more mindful of seeking God’s presence. . . to learn anew or re-learn about His Shekinah Glory as it is described in the Bible . . . and pursue it. A time to press deeper still into Worship, and really study what the Bible teaches about worship.
And if we pursue this line, we better pray that our churches would be readied for a fresh outpouring of the Holy Spirit.
Downpours, you know. And some people don't like to get wet.