What Sundown Brings Tonight.

 What Sundown Brings Tonight.

 

For over twenty years, my little family celebrated the seven feast days established by God for mankind. The Feast of Trumpets is one of my favorites because it basically declares the return of Christ as Lord of Lords! How badly our world needs His return!

 

Since pain has been my companion since last night and has hung around to add to my general grumpiness all day, perhaps it is better to just give you the outline found online concerning the Feast of Trumpets. Meanwhile, just to assure you that all is well, the doctor told me today that my progress is super and that the pain will remain up to a year. Since writing the blogs makes me just a bit happy, it seems silly to wait until pain has made its way out the door for the rest of this year. So, again, pardon me if the old woman gets extra gripey.

 

Foreshadowing and Prophetic Elements

The Feast of Trumpets carried symbolic meaning beyond its immediate historical context:

• A Call to Repentance: The blasts of the shofar alerted the community of faith to the holy days ahead. This call to soul-searching was a time to approach God collectively and individually.

• Recognition of God’s Kingship: Many have seen in the trumpet blasts a proclamation that God is the true King over Israel and all creation. Jewish tradition ties Yom Teruah with welcoming the reign of God and acknowledging His sovereignty.

• Messianic Overtones: Later biblical writers and Christian interpreters have seen the trumpet motif as a foreshadowing of end-times events. Passages such as 1 Corinthians 15:52 speak of “the last trumpet,” at which God’s people “will be changed.” Likewise, 1 Thessalonians 4:16 refers to “the trumpet of God” announcing the return of the Messiah. These passages highlight the ongoing resonance of the Feast of Trumpets with God’s redemptive timeline.

New Testament Reflections

While the New Testament does not mandate direct observance of the Feast of Trumpets for believers in Christ, its themes-repentance, redemption, and expectancy-align with the broader scriptural portrayal of Christ’s fulfillment of the Old Testament types and shadows. The apostle Paul’s references to trumpets sounding at Christ’s return (e.g., 1 Thessalonians 4:16-17) echo the spirit of Yom Teruah and its anticipatory nature.

Archaeological and Manuscript Evidence

Archaeological discoveries, including evidence of ancient ram’s horns and cultic instruments found near sites identified with ancient Jewish worship, reinforce the tangible reality of this festival in Israel’s sacrificial calendar. Furthermore, fragments of Leviticus and Numbers in the Dead Sea Scrolls (discovered at Qumran) confirm the consistent preservation of the texts prescribing this feast. These findings underscore the enduring message of Scripture and the strong manuscript tradition that has preserved the commandments about the Feast of Trumpets.

Spiritual Significance and Application

In modern times, many people of faith reflect on the Feast of Trumpets as a reminder of God’s sovereignty and a call to recalibrate their spiritual lives. The trumpet blasts can be seen as a spiritual wake-up call, an occasion to return to the One who created everything with purpose and design.

Conclusion

The Feast of Trumpets holds both historical and theological importance. Instituted by the command of God in Leviticus 23 and reiterated in Numbers 29, it draws attention to the holiness of God, the need for reflection and repentance, and a recognition of the divine reign over all creation.

Beyond its Old Testament origins, this feast resonates with the biblical theme of God’s ultimate redemptive plan-culminating in Christ’s return “at the last trumpet” (1 Corinthians 15:52). Whether studied for its rich historical practice in Israel or its prophetic echoes in the New Testament, the Feast of Trumpets offers a timeless call: be watchful, honor the Creator, and anticipate the day when He will make all things new.

 

May your hearts be full with the expectation of the return of Christ and the filling of our world with love.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.

More Water Today.

 More Water Today.

 

Yes, both bottled and that which comes straight out of the nearest clouds! Have set three bottles on the table next to my chair where reading takes place most often, but then watched the “flash flood” of rain come down earlier this morning. We got plenty of flashes and rumbles during that time, as well. But then, it is the end of September in Texas. However, Carol Thonton tells me that our area is so blessed to get rain while West Texas stands high and dry without a drop. Had to suggest that this much rain in West Texas might create some humongous sink holes with all the punctured landscapes out there in oil country. Whether the holes are drilled sideways or straight down, those holes eventually will fill up with either salt water, oil, or natural chemicals from around the wells. Sad to see that happening.

 

Jennifer always reminds me to “drink, drink, drink,” so the old woman is truly trying to do as told. Not having any energy is not my idea of fun, but here we go with the gripes again! Sorry.

 

The swelling in my knee has gone down enough that the kneecap is actually visible and can be manipulated to some degree. One of the physical therapy moves includes moving it from side to side, but until this weekend, that has not been possible. Weird. Whoever thinks about moving one’s kneecap? Oh well.

 

Have been re-reading a book about some older women who love looking through houses that have to be cleaned and sorted before they are to be sold. It has been fun reading the book again even if knowing the outcome has remained with me. Sometimes books are worth re-reading and this has been one. This one is called “Hattie Gets a Gun” from the Hattie Moon mystery series. Neat

 

Patty intended to watch all the network stuff about the Charlie Kirk assassination. It has been making her cry, but she refuses to get depressed. We agreed that Satan is doing his best to cause havoc and more hatred all over not only our country but all over the entire world. This Monday night begins the Feast of Trumpets—symbolizing the return of Christ to straighten out this mess and remove the injustice in this world. As a Christian, what we can do is call on our Father in Heaven and ask for His intervention.

 

Meanwhile, Lexi has surgery on Thursday in Cook’s Hospital. Tami Yonts and her husband will need to make decisions about the cancer that has again complicated life for them. Let us pray for the surgeons and for the necessary decisions in their lives. May God give them peace and comfort.

 

Where it is in our hands to be kind, let us do so both willingly and with generosity.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.

Silly Stuff.

 Silly Stuff.

 

Know most have either heard or read the term “knackered.” Well, that is pretty close to how things are feeling at the moment. Thompson asked to go out this morning around 3:30 and came back at 5:30 needing a bath desperately. He found and killed a young skunk! By the time he had been well lathered and soaked up all the baking soda and dish detergent, we needed to dry him, clean the bathroom, and throw six towels in the washer. He lay down on his bed and stretched out. The old woman tried to lie down on her own bed to rest, but by 7:30 it was obvious that rest was not going to happen. Oh well. It could have been so much worse.

 

Had pretty much made up my mind not to try to write a blog until discharged from Dr. Vietenheimer’s office, at least until after feeling less grumpy, but decided today that anyone who did not like to read endless complaining could just skip the blog.

 

Got a call from Patty early this morning to tell me about some ol’ gal that calls our Texas Governor Abbott, “Governor Hotwheels.” She is said to make AOC look and sound intelligent, but the funniest thing was that someone said that she had been successfully escaping from common sense all her life. Love it! Just love it!

 

Sterling took an afternoon off Tuesday and made a new TV table for my living room. He and his friend George measured and sawed, and fitted and bolted together a very nice table to fit in the corner so that the TV was in the perfect position. REALLY like it!

 

Jacqui and Sterling came Wednesday afternoon and delivered the new TV table and stayed for lunch. The old woman really tries to make things that folks like, so it was pork steaks in the crockpot and roast with brown gravy to go over the mashed potatoes. Also, we had some fresh creamed turnips that Sterling really liked. Funny how many people have a very strong opinion about turnips—either love ‘em or despise ‘em. My kids think they are good, so that always helps.

 

The dessert served at our lunch was the new Bluebell Pecan Pie ice cream. Talk about sweet!! It is just a bit much, but it is definitely filled with good pecans. Must have been grown in Texas.

 

Monday a trip to the doctor’s office will finish the stuff that is necessary before being discharged. As it is, the physical therapists and nurses thought that things were going well. The surgical site looks good and most of the swelling is gone. The exercises are still necessary, but my friend Kim Bragg says that walking is the very best thing to do from now on. She has had both knees replaced. Michelle Malay had hers replaced—one in December of 25 and one in May of 26. She looks good and gets around well, too. Praise God for all that our doctors can do for us.

 

Please continue to pray for Lexis Leos. She goes to Cook’s in Ft. Worth this coming Thursday to try to open up the circulatory system to her intestines. May God bless her and the surgeons.

 

Whatever we have that makes us grouchy or gripey, no one needs to be hurt by our remarks—and certainly never by our actions. It is possible to disagree without being hateful or acting out in a hurtful manner. May God protect us from those who are too easily influenced by hatred.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.