Which brings us to Friday at last. To quiet and journaling and reflection and prayer, to the inhale that has to be deep enough to last for through the craziness. To the beginning of Jubilee, a week late. To Leviticus 25. To more thoughts to follow, but here are some initial ones. Jubilee is good news in the middle of life. Jubilee is course-correction. After 49 years of divergence from perfection, Jubilee is the time when God restores the broken, recovers the lost. Inequalities are undone. Resources are redistributed. Grace is real. Jubilee calls forth faith, the faith to live on God's provision only, the faith to refrain from striving, the faith to let go of what seemed like gain, to accept what seems undeserved. Yes, there is some rest, for the land mostly, which reminds us that it belongs to God and not to us. But liberty is the clarion call of Jubilee. It is an act of proclamation, which culminates in Jesus as the incarnated Jubilee, proclaiming the year of the Lord's favor, good news for the poor, healing for the brokenhearted, liberty for the captives, open prisons for the bound, comfort for those who mourn, beauty for ashes, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness (Is 61 fulfilled in Luke 4).
So perhaps the first week of my Jubilee isn't so far from a true celebration. Breath for the flagging, fluids for the parched, encouragement for the youth. A change from the past many years, a relocation, a letting go of most of my former work and responsibility and satisfaction. The challenge will be to live on God's provision while still living out Jesus' mission, to live in rest in the midst of a restless world. To return to what God has given, to be without a push to do. To celebrate Jubilee personally without letting down a community that expects so much. To balance the rest for my soul with the proclamation of liberty for others. I'll get it wrong, most of the time, but that's the whole point here: God steps into the 50th year and makes it all right again.