I'm so grateful there was still a little Remnant of people who were so excited to gather together in a campground tonight out on the Eastern plains tonight to keep the Feast of Trumpets! I have done this every year for 18 years now and it just grows more and more exciting to me as my yearning for the Appearing of our Great King Yeshua deepens and intensifies. We gathered in a little circle and opened our Bibles to read the passages that speak of His Glorious Return on the clouds, at the sound of the 7th Trumpet; and then when the perfect time of twilight arrived - that time when light is just fading into darkness - we hiked up to a ridge, turned our gaze to the west, and behold! There it was! The sliver of the new moon of Tishri 1, the beginning of the Hebrew year 5782! We blew the shofars with long, loud, celebratory blasts and about two dozen black Angus cattle in the field nearby stopped and stared in wonder at the sound!
Allow me to re-post what I wrote on this blog in October of 2016 on the night of Yom Teruah. It expresses even more beautifully what this Feast day has come to mean to me:
We were 26 people gathered at the edge of the lake on Yom Teruah, shofars in hand, great anticipation in hearts. We would faithfully go down to the edge of the water and cast our stones (symbolic of our sins) into the "sea," as far as the east is from the west. But then something happened that drew us all into a holy hush. My husband John tossed his stone into the water, and then knelt at water's edge, his head bowed low before the Lord, in deep repentance. All chattering stopped. The fiery orange and gold of the sunset danced like flames across the water, and we knew we were on holy ground.
I looked around me and 26 pairs of eyes were riveted on the western sky, in great expectation. We were all looking for the new moon so that we could blow our shofars, as commanded in Scripture. However, the sky was almost black, completely shrouded in thick, storm-laden clouds. The thing that touched me was that no one stopped looking. Despite the dark cloud cover, all eyes remained watchful, and not a word was spoken. For at least fifteen minutes we stared into the night sky, and I began to be aware that what we were really looking for so intently, with such deep desire, was the appearing of our Glorious Messiah! What people would be so crazy as to gather by a lake on a week night, with shofars and ram's horns in hand, watching and waiting with such excitement unless they were consumed with the desire to see His coming on the clouds on the Day of Blowing?!
God did not disappoint us, even though Yeshua did not choose to come. Suddenly He pulled back the black clouds like the great velvet drapes of a theater, and there, framed right in the middle of the parted drapes, was the magnificent silvery new moon! He had framed it for us, given as a gift to those who are looking for Him, yearning for His appearing on a Yom Teruah yet to come...
The seventh angel sounded his trumpet, and there were loud voices in heaven, which said: “The kingdom of the world has become the kingdom of our Lord and of his Messiah, and he will reign for ever and ever.” (Revelation 11:15)
Kelly Ferrari Mills