It is starting to sink in.
I’ve come a long way on this blog. Farther than I thought I would. I made it through Leviticus, Numbers, and Deuteronomy. I never thought I would not only read through those books, but see so much in them and have so much fun with them!
But I’ll be honest, I am finding it difficult to know how to celebrate. Life is busy. Things need to happen. It is hard enough trying to keep up with writing a new post each day. Setting aside time to creatively celebrate the Book of Deuteronomy feels really hard.
But there is something that feels right about that.
The laws in these books, with the exception of the festivals, were meant to be lived out in the midst of real life. There aren’t a whole lot of special ceremonies. Sure, when the people finally get into the land, there is going to be some major partying, but most of these laws take place in your home on a tuesday night when you are having dinner with your family.
They are happening on your way to work. Or school (or the ancient Hebrew equivalent thereof). Or on your way home.
That is why I loved Deuteronomy 6.
God wants to be a part of his peoples’ lives. All of their lives. In everything they do and everywhere they go there is a chance to remember and encounter the Living God who brought them out of Egypt and into a land flowing with milk and honey.
This God is not distant and demanding of arbitrary things. He wants goodness and blessing to happen to his people. He wants them to learn to love one another and treat each other well. And this is how he will reveal himself to the nations around them.
Maybe the best way to celebrate the completion of the Torah is to let the laws, commands, and statutes of God work their way into every conversation I have.
Like the fight I had with my wife this afternoon.
We hurt each other today. It was bad.
But somehow, by the grace of God, as we both sat on the floor (because her back is hurting and chairs are uncomfortable), feeling hurt and misunderstood by the other, we were able to set aside our pain long enough to listen to one another. We let go of the need to be right and get our way. We dropped our stones. We turned and faced each other rather than walking away. We made the effort to understand.
There were tears. From both of us. And I only cry in movies (don’t even get me started on “Finding Nemo!”) and episodes of LOST where Jack has to try get Charlie’s heart started again by punching him in the chest. Ugh.
But it was a beautiful moment where our faith made itself real in our living room. God showed up and restored us. He was there. Just like he was in the wilderness.
God with us