Hello, dear girls! [This is Day #150 of emailing daily, by the way!]
Tonight I'm reading from Psalm 69-71.
"O God, from my youth you have taught me,
and I still proclaim your wondrous deeds.
18 So even to old age and gray hairs,
O God, do not forsake me,
until I proclaim your might to another generation,
your power to all those to come."
You
and I have the immense privilege of being raised in Christian homes and
having been saved early in life. If only we fully understood and
appreciated the years of grief we've been spared by having such a
wonderful start! It is, of course, not a default that we can just "coast
along" through life on our parents' coattails of faith; no, we have to
sweat and bleed and work and feel the pain of claiming the cross of
Christ as our own. At the end of the day, it is each of us, alone, in
the Colosseum, dared to deny our Lord. No wimpy church-camp religion
here, girls. But at the same time, we have been given the gift of a Lamp
to our paths so early in the journey, the right Word of truth to guide
us from all lies--think of all those people out stumbling in the world,
unable to discern truth from error, unsure of which way is right, weak
and unfit for any battle! What a long road they have. And those who are
saved later in life, after sowing seeds of sin in their earlier years,
they reap the grievous harvest not only in this life, but the next:
think of the spouses or children who will not be among the redeemed.
Entire families who turn against the one believer and persecute their
own kin with a vengeance (think of the Christians who come to the truth
amidst a system like Islam!). Their lives are hard.
Be grateful for what
you have been given--a faith that claimed you while you were so young,
and a life that stretches out before you, even into your silver-haired
years, a life of joyful submission, service, freedom, comfort and
assurance beneath the banner of the salvation of God through Jesus
Christ. Use this gift wisely, and do not waste your young years in
comfort and indifference. Spend them stocking up on spiritual wisdom and
knowledge, cultivating the fruits of the Spirit, and learning more and
more about the character of God, that you may be able to withstand in
the evil day. Then go out into the fields, which are white for harvest.
Be strong. Strengthen yourselves, not bodily, for the body is wasting
away and growing older only to die and decay, but rather strengthen
yourselves spiritually--for your soul shall not die, but live eternally
in the presence of the great and wondrous King! Gloria!
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Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
A Terrible Story
I finished the book of Judges tonight, reading chapters 17 though 21.
These final chapters don't really advance the chronological timeline of
Israel's history, but rather give us a terrifying glimpse into the moral
depravity of that era. "Chaos" should be the defining word for this
period. As the book closes, we come across what may be the single
most sickening, repulsive story in Scripture; the account of the Levite
and his concubine.
A few things to note:
1) A concubine was a female servant, whose primary purpose was to bear children, thus expanding her master's household and power. Sexual relationships outside of one-man-one-woman-for-life are never condoned in Scripture, and without fail, every time one is mentioned, we are able to observe the heartache and tragedy that accompanies it.
2) Ancient pagan cultures often practiced polygamy (one man with many wives and/or concubines), and its influence infiltrated the Israelites throughout their history. Again, it is always wrong and a sin against God.
3) Women were devalued in the ancient Near-East culture. The advent of Christianity deserves much of the credit for raising women's status above the traditional, devaluing status of household slave. Keep this in mind--as modern liberal feminists tout the "oppression" of Christian gender roles, remember that the age of grace brought to women an increase in the way they were valued.
Back to the story: you are probably familiar with it. It's one we often try not to read aloud, and we might skip over quickly when reading, but it is in Scripture for a reason, it is part of the inspired word of God himself, and it is there for our instruction. First, the unnamed girl, the concubine of a Levite man, ran away from his house, back to her father's home. Don't misinterpret this as an innocent escape. She left---why? To "play the harlot." A harlot is a prostitute. Although we may pity her grisly demise, we must also understand that she condoned, pursued, and participated in acts of sexual wickedness. You reap what you sow, and in many ways, the tragic harlot's death suited the path she had chosen to follow.
After retrieving his runaway concubine, the man and his entourage journey homeward, stopping to rest in the city of Gibeah. Gibeah was not a foreign city; it belonged to the tribe of Benjamin---fellow Israelites to the traveling Levite. Even so, the city proved so debauched that it was no safer than the ancient cities of Sodom and Gomorrah (in fact, this account parallels the Sodom and Gomorrah story very closely, as if to say--look! Things are no better now than they were then!).
In the course of the evening, the Levite's group is taken in by an older man, and sure enough, as night falls, the sickly wicked men of the city came to the house, wanting to have the Levite man handed over to them for homosexual purposes. Wicked yes, but even more repulsing is what the Levite and his host opted to do in such a dire situation...save their own necks by tossing out the concubine girl to the crazed men. The word Scripture uses to describe these men, "Belial," is used in the New Testament as a name for Satan. The men abused the girl all night, and as daylight came, they left her in the street. She dragged herself to the door of the house where her "husband" was snuggled up cozily in his bed, and she died there on the doorstep.
The story goes on to say how he discovered her there and told her to "Get up, and let us be going." My ESV study Bible notes, "the Levite's matter-of-fact reaction to his concubine's death illustrates his callousness." And then, to incense the country over the incident, he butchers her body into twelve pieces and sends a piece to each tribe in Israel. I can't help but wonder if he did this to shift the blame onto the debauchery of the men of Gibeah, and downplay his own responsibility for the crime by tossing her out to save his own skin? It would seem to fit. And, it did work: Israel erupted into a bloody civil war, and the Levite man slinks into obscurity, and is not mentioned again.
Wow, what a terrible story. Instead of diving into the myriad of ways we could extract moral lessons from this story, I want to use it as a marker on your road, to emphasize why it is important for you to understand the purpose, design, and precious value God places on manhood and womanhood. When humanity deviates from his perfect blueprint, chaos ensues and treachery reigns supreme. Don't be duped into believing that our own culture is not so debased as Sodom, Gomorrah, or Gibeah. The specifics may change, but the heart of mankind remains desperately sick and full of darkness.
And, although we like to sympathize with the poor girl in the story, whose pitiful life ended in a nightmare-come-true, we must own up and realize that we are guilty perpetrators of the wickedness around us. When was the last time we poured out our hearts in intercessory prayer for our brothers, near and around the world? When have we taken responsibility for the ominous crusade of feminism that has poisoned our era and crippled our men? When have we admitted that we women are all harlots at heart, desperately in need of a Savior?
It is time. There is no need to despair, no need to crumple in fear. It is time to assess the hardness of our own hearts and the wanton affections that we let reside there, little seeds of destruction that grow and choke our souls. Return to your Savior, precious girls, now while you are young and full of life and energy, now while the compass of your life can still be set. Take joy, take hope, and take up the torch of your noble-hearted sisters throughout history: for, "I do not consider that I have made it my own. But one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus." (Phil 3:13-15)
A few things to note:
1) A concubine was a female servant, whose primary purpose was to bear children, thus expanding her master's household and power. Sexual relationships outside of one-man-one-woman-for-life are never condoned in Scripture, and without fail, every time one is mentioned, we are able to observe the heartache and tragedy that accompanies it.
2) Ancient pagan cultures often practiced polygamy (one man with many wives and/or concubines), and its influence infiltrated the Israelites throughout their history. Again, it is always wrong and a sin against God.
3) Women were devalued in the ancient Near-East culture. The advent of Christianity deserves much of the credit for raising women's status above the traditional, devaluing status of household slave. Keep this in mind--as modern liberal feminists tout the "oppression" of Christian gender roles, remember that the age of grace brought to women an increase in the way they were valued.
Back to the story: you are probably familiar with it. It's one we often try not to read aloud, and we might skip over quickly when reading, but it is in Scripture for a reason, it is part of the inspired word of God himself, and it is there for our instruction. First, the unnamed girl, the concubine of a Levite man, ran away from his house, back to her father's home. Don't misinterpret this as an innocent escape. She left---why? To "play the harlot." A harlot is a prostitute. Although we may pity her grisly demise, we must also understand that she condoned, pursued, and participated in acts of sexual wickedness. You reap what you sow, and in many ways, the tragic harlot's death suited the path she had chosen to follow.
After retrieving his runaway concubine, the man and his entourage journey homeward, stopping to rest in the city of Gibeah. Gibeah was not a foreign city; it belonged to the tribe of Benjamin---fellow Israelites to the traveling Levite. Even so, the city proved so debauched that it was no safer than the ancient cities of Sodom and Gomorrah (in fact, this account parallels the Sodom and Gomorrah story very closely, as if to say--look! Things are no better now than they were then!).
In the course of the evening, the Levite's group is taken in by an older man, and sure enough, as night falls, the sickly wicked men of the city came to the house, wanting to have the Levite man handed over to them for homosexual purposes. Wicked yes, but even more repulsing is what the Levite and his host opted to do in such a dire situation...save their own necks by tossing out the concubine girl to the crazed men. The word Scripture uses to describe these men, "Belial," is used in the New Testament as a name for Satan. The men abused the girl all night, and as daylight came, they left her in the street. She dragged herself to the door of the house where her "husband" was snuggled up cozily in his bed, and she died there on the doorstep.
The story goes on to say how he discovered her there and told her to "Get up, and let us be going." My ESV study Bible notes, "the Levite's matter-of-fact reaction to his concubine's death illustrates his callousness." And then, to incense the country over the incident, he butchers her body into twelve pieces and sends a piece to each tribe in Israel. I can't help but wonder if he did this to shift the blame onto the debauchery of the men of Gibeah, and downplay his own responsibility for the crime by tossing her out to save his own skin? It would seem to fit. And, it did work: Israel erupted into a bloody civil war, and the Levite man slinks into obscurity, and is not mentioned again.
Wow, what a terrible story. Instead of diving into the myriad of ways we could extract moral lessons from this story, I want to use it as a marker on your road, to emphasize why it is important for you to understand the purpose, design, and precious value God places on manhood and womanhood. When humanity deviates from his perfect blueprint, chaos ensues and treachery reigns supreme. Don't be duped into believing that our own culture is not so debased as Sodom, Gomorrah, or Gibeah. The specifics may change, but the heart of mankind remains desperately sick and full of darkness.
And, although we like to sympathize with the poor girl in the story, whose pitiful life ended in a nightmare-come-true, we must own up and realize that we are guilty perpetrators of the wickedness around us. When was the last time we poured out our hearts in intercessory prayer for our brothers, near and around the world? When have we taken responsibility for the ominous crusade of feminism that has poisoned our era and crippled our men? When have we admitted that we women are all harlots at heart, desperately in need of a Savior?
It is time. There is no need to despair, no need to crumple in fear. It is time to assess the hardness of our own hearts and the wanton affections that we let reside there, little seeds of destruction that grow and choke our souls. Return to your Savior, precious girls, now while you are young and full of life and energy, now while the compass of your life can still be set. Take joy, take hope, and take up the torch of your noble-hearted sisters throughout history: for, "I do not consider that I have made it my own. But one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus." (Phil 3:13-15)
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