FWIW, I think Hanz is absolutely right about that. That’s why we need a much broader hermeneutics, as Phil Brantley suggests, it seems to me.
We can never hope to be complete in either of these challenges, but I do think at some point the system will “go critical” in the nuclear sense, or become “self-kindling”—whatever you want to call it.
Call it the Fourth Angel.
I don’t strive to “keep” a Sabbath of any kind, lunar or Gregorian, and haven’t for many years.
If I could release enough baggage to make it consistently enjoyable, I’d probably observe the moon phases as happy festivals.
(I have enjoyed such festivities with pagans and Unitarians in Boulder.)
The whole International Dateline thing devolves into absurdity on a round world, and how can I respect or love a God that is a control freak?
Makes no sense to me, and I’m too old and too tired to be scared back into my former beliefs.
So my Sabbath is resting from all that tedious rigmarole for the time being.
My Sabbath is Jesus.
But I still think there is deep meaning in the Sabbath archetype, and that it figures prominently in eschatology and soteriology.
I trust that God understands how worn out all this has left me.
(As I’ve sometimes said, I feel like a waterlogged nondescript creature that washed up on a beach after a violent storm.)
Yeah. I trust that too.