As with the other great sacred Feasts of the Jewish People and nation, the Feast of Tabernacles is prophetic. Some scholars think it has yet to be fulfilled in the coming Thousand-Year-Reign, the Millennium of the Returned Christ. That event we know is still central to evangelical eschatological viewpoints, though most post-modern scholarship on the Bible would not give it any such significance. But since so many uniformed and misled people ascribe to the evangelical view, it is useful to describe it now before giving the difficulties that most scholars see in it.
Extrinsic to the feast are the current Jewish observances and traditions of Orthodox Judaism. The evangelical position is that the core, intrinsic meaning is yet to be realized....one might call it a yet unfulfilled dream of the primogenitive Adam, when he first took stock of the growing nightmare of man-centrism, pride, violence, and sin-culture in the society around him. It was as if man became an evil, poison-dripping plant of the tropics from which jungle tribesmen derive their arrows’ poison, that flowered and spread seed everywhere to form a multitude of plants even more evil.
Indeed, his descendant Enoch who first transposed Adam’s reservations and moral conservatism into literate forms, certainly knew and talked with old Father Adam before Enoch’s reputed “taking up into heaven.”
For many years, since Enoch lived three hundred and sixty five years, and Adam expired at age nine hundred and thirty, so as contemporaries they must have discussed Enoch’s various oracular writings before he was “translated”.
How do we know what those oracles constituted? We have Jude in the canon of the Bible, a book that quotes from Enoch’s oracles, where it says, in verses 14 and 15: ‘Now Enoch, the seventh from Adam, prophesied about these men also, saying, ‘Behold, the Lord comes with ten thousands of His saints, to execute judgment on all, to convict all who are ungodly among them of all their ungodly deeds, which they have committed in an ungodly way, and of all the harsh things which ungodly sinners have spoken against Him.”
It seemed strange to Enoch at first, to write down his private thoughts. Public records, inscribed on clay, had always been necessary and well-known for many years, but to expose a man’s private thoughts to such public view? For what purpose? Men could then use it as evidence against him, if they did not like what he thought. It seemed a dangerous thing to do, considering the wickedness of the rulers in the cities and towns all about him.
Yet God had commanded him, and he obeyed, despite the risk to himself and his household. He took the merchant’s pen and began to make the marks that signified what he was thinking, but it was very slow going. Nothing like this had been done before. For whom was he writing? For what reason?
Once he obeyed the Most High God, visions flooded his being, and he had trouble keeping up with the command to write them down. They were most unusual, too, for music poured forth from the realms and stars that he surveyed in his visionary state. The Most High revealed to him the meaning of the great Signs in the heavens which were formed with stars.
These Signs formed a Story of the beginning of all things, the doleful events of the Garden and the strife and murder-filled era of man’s sojourn on the earth, on to the End of sinful and rebellious kingdoms that defied the Most High God and His Son. Most importantly, the Signs foretold the coming of the Son of God, who would defeat the great serpent, the sea-monster, the old dragon cast down from heaven which brought sin and rebellion to the earth and led mankind into ruin.
Perets the Breaker, the Ram of God, the Enchained Woman, the Enthroned Woman, the Serpent, the Sea-Monster, the Dragon—Sign after Sign, each with its own story.
Tablet after tablet filled with his inscriptions as he invented a new language and vocabulary to express the wonders he beheld with his spirit. Hundreds of the tablets formed a small library, before the visions ceased.
Father Adam came to see him from time to time, inquiring about his work and telling again the whole series of “Days” that told of Creation and his own part in the calamity of sin. But such God-fearing visitors were few and far between. For the most part Enoch had to endure scoffing, abuse, and misunderstanding. Yet it strengthened him in his resolve to follow God alone, and not be put off in his seeking God and His way for men.
For days on end he worshipped God, overcome with awe and praise. God was, he had seen, Master of all life and being, infusing even the humblest part of Creation with a portion of the majestic Song of Creation’s Joy that swept through all created things, joining everything in praise of their Creator on high. How he loved and adored God! He could not do enough to please His Creator and strove to be holy in person, word, and deed.
“Music of the stars?” on-lookers would scoff, if they chanced to pick up a tablet and read a portion. “You have been drinking too heavily! I hear nothing when I look up to them at night! Absolutely nothing! Why, you ought to be doing something useful with you time rather than writing such nonsense!”
The worldly-wise gainsayers and skeptics, who believed in many gods but really served none, would then pass on their way, shaking their heads at the “curdled yogurt dreams” of Enoch the son of Lamech.
To get away from the noise, confusion, and blasphemy of the city, Enoch retired into the wilderness and dwelt apart in a cave. He walked and talked with God when he was not falling down on his face, giving praises to the Most High. Sometimes passing traders and caravans spied him out walking, his arms lifted as he praised and glorified God. To them he was a madman, the good-for-nothing son of Lamech who had gone daft with religion.
One day as he walked and fellowshipped with God on the marvels of divine music, Enoch was lifted bodily up in an instant and vanished into heaven.
He was little missed when news of his disappearance reached back to town and his father heard of it.
Many in the family were profoundly relieved, if the truth be said. Enoch had brought a lot of embarrassment to them all, in their view, speaking so much about God and His glory. As for his multitude of “oracles” and “visions,” someone threw them into the fire in a rubbish pit outside the city, thinking that would be the end of it. But the fire that consumed the rubbish baked the tablets, and because the fires preserved the writing for thousands of years to come in the dry desert climate of the Land of the Two Rivers their wisdom was saved for future generations.
Before the embers were dead, some tablets were raked out by a poor trader hoping to sell them in Accad, Writer’s Town.
The sack of tablets heavy on his back, for he was too poor to own a donkey, the trader trudged to Accad and its book markets. This was before the days of the Great Deluge, but the fire had done a good job. Not only did the trader earn enough from the sale to gain a good meal, but the tablets survived the Deluge and were later dug up by Noahic settlers of the site of old Accad and their wisdom was imparted to not only that time but to far future priests and scholars.