The created world is in sync with the rising and setting of
the sun, the waxing and waning of the moon and the ebbing and flowing of the ocean tides. Seasons come and go. Flowers blossom and die. Weather systems build and dissipate. We would do well to mark the passing of time rather than just let it pass, day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year.
Every day should not be viewed as just another day for either
work or entertainment. God set aside the Sabbath to celebrate first his creative majesty and second, his redemptive power in the deliverance of Israel from bondage. Later, Sunday became the celebration of our Saviour’s resurrection. One day a week should be special. Fortunately, our predecessors appointed special days to remember Christmas, Easter, Pentecost and much more.
The importance of special days and memorial pillars is
emphasized throughout the Scriptures. The law given on Sinai specified that the year be punctuated by special feasts and sacrifices. Joshua had representatives of the twelve tribes take up stones from the middle of the Jordan to set up as
a pillar of remembrance in the promised land. He said that they were “to serve as a sign among you. In the future, when your children ask you…tell them” [what they commemorate](Josh 4:6,7). When the Philistines were subdued at Mizpah, Samuel “took a stone…He named it Ebenezer, saying, ‘Thus far has the Lord
helped us’” (1 Sam. 7:12). Before his death and resurrection, Jesus instituted the communion as a special way to remember his death until he come again.
Today is the first day of summer, a day which in cold climes
we look forward to with eager anticipation. In our family, June is also a month of more personal celebrations; Mary Helen’s and my birthday, our wedding anniversary and sundry graduation ceremonies of our grandchildren.
Just a few days ago, our family put on a wonderful
celebration to commemorate our fiftieth wedding anniversary. What a special time it was to see friends and relatives and receive greetings from far and near. I’d been sort of lukewarm to holding such an event, but our kids insisted. I’m glad they did. It led Mary Helen and me to look back on all the astonishing ways God has cared for us through the years and the love he has nourished.
A life unmarked by mileposts is a life that just filters
through our fingers unnoticed, like sand through an hourglass.