Loose gravel ground together under the old man’s feet as he slid down the rock face with the heavy load in his arms. He winced in pain from his well-traveled knees as he crept around the boulder that concealed him from the sight of the crowd. Moses paused and listened to the din of the festive and debaucherous activities taking place at the base of a newly constructed altar with a familiar Egyptian figure standing on its top. As he took in the lewdness and blasphemous event, his heart burned with anger, incredulity, and disbelief at what his eyes and ears were beholding. Moses had just come from living in the presence of the Elohim of Abraham and had felt the fury of YHVH’s wrath when he was told by the Holy One Himself that the people had fallen into sin. His intercession alone was what kept the Ancient of Days from unleashing His forces in a horrific show of violence and justice. He shifted his weight and remembered that he was holding the newly imprinted Torah of the Almighty YHVH in his arms. He reached down and felt the chiseled lettering that was still warm from the fiery finger that had written it. His eyes went cloudy with tears of pain and frustration. The day was to be the Feast of Shavuot, a celebration that was to have special meaning as it was to be the day that YHVH gave His covenant to His people whom He had saved from Egypt. He panted and sobbed clutching the Covenant to his chest like a precious child. His breathing slowed and soon his breath was surging from his nostrils.
He stepped from behind the boulder and walked with calculated steps. Joshua had spoken to him, voicing his concern with the clamor but Moses new all too well what was happening. As he strode up to the edge of the crowd, he lifted the granite tablets above his head and threw them to the ground with a reverberating crack that echoed across the mountain. Silence and fear fell on the crowd. Before Israel had received the ratification of the covenant they had just made with the Almighty, they had broken the faith of the fathers. What would come to be known as the Old Covenant was, in effect, old already to the people who were to receive it.
A millennium later, a mixed group of outcasts sat in the city of Jerusalem still pondering what all they had experienced meant. What else could they do but keep the Feast of Shavuot this year the same as they always had? They missed Him and their hearts and minds longed for His presence again. Their confusion and despair was interrupted by the sound of a strong wind. Many disregarded it as a typical wind of summer until it grew to a deafening level of pure sonic chaos. At the peak of the confusion, a surge of energy impacted those in the area with an overwhelming wave of power. A feeling of energetic nervousness began at the back of their necks and trickled down their limbs like ice water. As they slowly regained their composure and had the courage to open their eyes, they saw that their friends’ hair appeared to be on fire. The one called Kefa called to Yochanan to warn him of the danger but the word that came out of his mouth was a foreign word! Kefa could not understand why he could and could not understand the words coming from His mouth. He looked across the room and his compatriots were having the same issue but with different languages. The feeling of power subsided slightly and Kefa began to feel an inner urging that he had never experienced before. He felt as if something was guiding him to arise and go outside and speak. He stood up along with his friends and fellow disciples of Yeshua HaMashiach and their eyes confirmed their mutual instruction being given.
Kefa breathed heavily out of his mouth as the comprehension of the event began to present itself. His eyes welled up with tears as he realized that the Helper had come just as His Master had said. The presence they longed for had returned to them. He panted and sobbed for a few moments and then began to breathe heavily out of his nose in avid determination to obey this new presence in his heart. He turned toward the door and stepped into the street.
The Scripture consists of aspects of our relationship with our Heavenly Father and King and these aspects are always held in the context of Covenant. His Word is either the terms of a covenant, the people violating those terms, the promise of mercy for that violation, the promise of a new covenant, or the people repenting to the covenant. For centuries, Christian and Jewish theologians have analyzed and commented on these covenants and how they relate to the people who are either in or out of these covenants. What began millennia ago in the desert of Arabia, was continued in Jerusalem, and will be once again established in the Kingdom of YHVH.
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