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.
Steve