The Lord said to Moses, “Give this command to the Israelites and say to them: ‘Make sure that you present to me at the appointed time my food offerings, as an aroma pleasing to me.’”
Numbers 28:1-2 (NIV)
Here in Iowa I continue to feel the natural change in seasons. Yesterday morning as I set out on a walk it was almost chilly. Later in the day when I went out to check the mail, my body was still expecting the blast furnace heat of the summer sun. Instead, I almost shuddered with the crisp coolness of the air.
This change is part of the natural rhythm of creation and every year this change brings back a flood of memories. The return to school and coming home to mom’s chocolate chip cookies and afternoons playing football in the back yard with the neighborhood kids. The excitement of Friday nights at the high school football game. The smell of burning leaves and countless pillars of smoke rising into the sky for blocks and blocks.
Just this past week as Wendy and I took some vacation we took time to talk about and review our rhythms. Labor Day weekend itself has become a ritual for us and four of our friends who have spent the weekend together for every year for years. It’s become part of the annual rhythm of our lives. But we have daily rhythms and weekly rhythms, as well, whether or not we are even conscious of it.
As Wendy and I examined our daily rhythms we came to the conclusion that things needed some tweaking. Rhythms can be healthy and productive, but sometimes what started as a good thing slowly leads towards the shadow side. Less productive, less healthy, and less life-giving. Sometimes it happens so slowly and subtly that you hardly notice.
In today’s chapter, as the Hebrews sit encamped across from the Promised Land and prepare to enter in, God tells Moses to remind the people of the sacrifices, offerings, and festivals that He had prescribed 40 years before at Mount Sinai. Daily rituals. Weekly rituals. Monthly rituals. Annual rituals.
Spiritual rhythms.
For modern readers, this can easily feel repetitive and silly. Don’t they have a PDF of all this on the hard drive? Why all the repetition?
But that’s just it. They didn’t have a PDF or a hard drive. The written word was rare and the ability to even read or write was just as rare. People needed to be told things, and important things needed to be repeated. Repetition is the key to memory, like crisp fall mornings conjuring dreams that I have to return to high school because there was a class I failed to take.
God is drawing His people near at this momentous inflection point in their journey. Remember who I am. Remember who you are. Things are about to change. I was with you on the road out of Egypt. I’ve been with you on the road through the wilderness. I will be with you on the road in to the Promised Land. These rhythms of offering, sacrifice, ritual, and communion will provide you with the daily, weekly, monthly, and annual connection points you’ll need.
Spiritually, I need my rhythms, too. I need to be mindful of my rhythms. I need rhythms that help connect me with God and others. I need rhythms that foster Life and shalom in increasing measure. This means that sometimes I have to stop. I have to examine my rhythms. I might even have to make some changes. Which is exactly what Wendy and I have implemented this week.
But one rhythm that won’t change is early mornings in the quiet with God, reading a chapter-a-day, meditating on what the Great Story has for me, and sharing it here.
Thanks for being a part of my rhythm, friend.

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