TALES...SPECIAL FESTIVAL ESSAY

in this world--at times like these, I like to use these writing opportunities to benefit those other than myself (and especially those that made significant contributions to my life like Jack did) and give them the praise, honor, and esteem that they might not otherwise get, but still nevertheless truly deserve.

When I now think of this time that is referred by observant Jews as "the season of our joy", I don't have to necessarily try to concoct a picture of what the Festival means to me--for I have PERSONALLY experienced it and have seen it put into action and have had that grace, love, kindness, and mercy shown to me in various ways. Other Feasts that I have gone to have seen similar experiences come my way--but it's the first time that I kept the Feast that has set the tone for how I have approached my spiritual life since. All I have to do is look at the photo album on my refrigerator and go back and think about the memories of the past--and that perspective makes me cognizant of the true meaning of this appointed time of the Lord.

What does it mean for me most of all--especially in light of what I've recently been through in my personal life? For me, it above all else is a time for miracles. I'm not talking about magic tricks from magicians like David Copperfield here--but instead what seems to be a special time that above every other time that my God and my Lord and Savior like to directly intervene in my life in what are very special ways.

When those things come, it seems that during these Fall Holy Days (and yes, even during the Spring ones, too) that God the Father from His very throne room decides to make it as clear and obvious as He can to someone like me, a piddly pipsqueak sinner, in very distinct and special ways, "Son, I love you and I care for you more than you'll ever imagine. You think that I have completely deserted you--but I say that instead I not only want to just get you out of that problem, but also I want to bless you even more than that in ways that you can never imagine. And My love is not just superficial--I wrote it in red with My own very Son's blood on Calvary."

I look back

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