It had been a hot, dry summer, and I wasn’t sure I could come up with any more article ideas. Then, while I was weeding the neighbor’s garden and anticipating Thanksgiving with my family, I began meditating on the Biblical holiday of thanksgiving, better known as the Feast of Tabernacles.
Americans and Canadians remember that their ancestors survived the long, cold winters; the ancient Israelites remembered the long, dry summer, but both have God to thank for the harvest.
And when it comes to remembering the wandering in the wilderness, it’s not so hard for me to imagine:
You walked everywhere in those days, and the sun was always frowning down on your head from what seemed like inches away. Headgear wasn’t about fashion then: wearing it or not determined how exhausted you’d be at the end of the day. It was dry, remember? Sweat evaporated almost instantly, so dehydration was rapid, stealthy, and occasionally, deadly.
Paradoxically, I’m refreshed by a trip into that wilderness.
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Elisabeth Adams 