Israel's Moveable Feast

To Everything There Is A Season

Menashe David Israel

It’s Sukkot here in Israel. The Feast of Tabernacles (or booths); The Festival of Ingathering; The Festival of Shelters. Commemorating that, after leaving Egypt, the children of Israel wandered in the desert for 40 years in tents, and that God covered them. And pointing to a time and times when God would come to tabernacle with his people permanently.

“Ye shall dwell in booths seven days; all that are Israelites born shall dwell in booths: That your generations may know that I made the children of Israel to dwell in booths, when I brought them out of the land of Egypt: I am the Lord your God.” (Leviticus 23:42-43)

In Jerusalem there are sukkas (decorated tents) everywhere. In front of every building and store, on balconies, on side streets, and in small yards. People have potlucks in them and music and feasting.

Part of the custom of being in a tent under the stars is to contemplate life. So with a few friends here we are reading Qohelet (Ecclesiastes) this week to do just that.

These are the lyrics to a song by The Byrds called, “Turn! Turn! Turn!”

Released in 1969, the song is a near direct quotation of Ecclesiastes 3:1-8.

To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time to every purpose, under Heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time to every purpose, under Heaven

A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together

To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time to every purpose, under Heaven

A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing

To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time to every purpose, under Heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time for love, a time for hate
A time for peace, I swear it's not too late