Yom Kippur starts this evening at sunset. Although this is not a day most Christians celebrate, I think it is a good time to reflect on the early times of Judeo-Christianity. This was the one day of each year that the Israelites were to meet with God in a very special way. They were to have totally clean bodies and homes. Any wrongs they could remember must be made right and any sins forgiven. Nothing was to be left to distract them from the meeting with The Almighty. This God is so holy that anything left undone would cause the death of the Israelite who was negligent. Their entire year was geared to being ready for this most special day when they were to be “At one” with God – The day of Atonement. This was the day sins were physically removed from the camp via the scapegoat.
They understood what reverence for God meant. I remember as a child when we stepped into the sanctuary, we were not allowed to even whisper. We were to be absolutely quiet in the house of the Lord. It’s so different today.
And my house is rarely spotless. I have “company clean” areas, and “the rest of the house” I make excuses, but I wonder how uncomfortable the angels are with all these piles of things I want to get to and that take up so much space – physical and mental. Yes, I know that I am loved anyway, but am I showing my love and appreciation for Him by not being ready for His presence? Or am I taking advantage of His love and longsuffering? I can assure you that if the Queen of England were going to visit, I would not find this measure of cleanliness acceptable, so then why do I find it okay when the King of the Universe wants to visit with me? If I want to be ready for the next visit, I should start immediately after this day is over and probably best by reducing how much there is to clean. I don’t want to be too busy to be ready for the King’s visit. And I want the angels to be comfortable here.
I’m not looking for anyone to answer, but rather am thinking out loud and would like to cause others to think. What better day to pause and consider these things than the anniversary “Day of Atonement”
OMG for September – Hooking up with Elm Street quilts with my finish for their One Monthly Goal. Finally the snow people have noses.
Plus there is the little pouch for the transformer to hang on the wall behind the snowman to take the weight off the quilt. This little quilt measures 27 x33 and is done in time for the this year. It is “Twinkling Snowman” by “firstname.lastname@example.org
The neighbor and I spent too much time getting all the sheep into the proper pastures for their breeding season. The ewes will be reunited in another month.
And here is the news from today’s paper “Expect rain and cold temps until July 5, 2018”. I truly hope this is wrong.
Grapes – bucketsful turning into grape juice. I pick the grapes off the stem and then steam them. It will be wonderful this winter.
Sheep: He wanted a selfie. I was trying to get this
photo of the wool on his neck, but he insisted on the selfie as well. I wanted you to see all this crimp and this is on his neck. For those who don’t know, this crimp is what gives the wool the ability to remember it’s shape after being worn. This wool is next to the skin soft and lovely, sometimes referred to as buttery.
This is how guard dogs pass the day. Should anything – like a coyote rabbit, strangers – show up anywhere near the fence lines, they would be instantly awake and taking care of the problem. But don’t they look relaxed? At night, they make fence line rounds, just looking and watching for trouble.
Today, I spent some time rearranging sheep in preparation for breeding. Tomorrow, I should get that finished and the sheep will be in their new groups for the next month. In November, all the girls can form one nice big flock, the Shetland boys will be separated once again and the Cormo ram will go back to his owner.
This big fleece (larger than a screen door) now has the soap rinsed out of it and is drying in the barn. My hope is that it will be a nice big rug once felted. And that ends another day on this fiber farm.
Today consisted of showing the various sheep to a woman who is interested in marketing some of my wool, then meetings with the sheep coop, and lastly picking grapes off stems to make grape juice. Apparently not everyday can be exciting. But I’ll try again tomorrow.