My story of a shofar begins not long ago. I’m a man who only had one thing on my bucket list. God granted my wish to see Israel. Without a tour guide we found ourselves turned around and quite lost in the Old City of Jerusalem. God somehow directed us through twists and turns until we ended up at the open door of a carpet shop. The owners took us under their wings, God had planed our trip to Israel. We now had a tour guide, a place to buy gifts and I found my shofar. Strangers became friends. That’s how God does things.
The shofar is first mentioned at Mount Sini when Israel heard God speak to Moses. There was to be serious preparation for this meeting. Disregard instructions and touch the mountain before the shofar sounds a long blast and they would die.
“The Lord also said to Moses, “Go to the people and consecrate them today and tomorrow, and let them wash their garments; and let them be ready for the third day, for on the third day the Lord will come down on Mount Sinai in the sight of all the people. You shall set bounds for the people all around, saying, ‘Beware that you do not go up on the mountain or touch the border of it; whoever touches the mountain shall surely be put to death. No hand shall touch him, but he shall surely be stoned or shot with arrows; whether beast or man, he shall not live.’ When the ram’s horn (shofar) sounds a long blast, they shall come up to the mountain.” (Exodus 19:10-13 NASB)
On this occasion the sound of the shofar declared it was now safe to come up to the mountain. Jesus now invites us to come to the high mount of God.
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