Sunday, March 29, 2020

Jeremiah 3 - What is My Section of the Wall?

This morning's sermon via youtube was on the qualifications of leadership.  Various appropriate scriptures were read, but I got stuck on Nehemiah 3.

The background?  A traveler told Nehemiah (after he had cared enough to ask) about the decrepit and decaying condition of Jerusalem.  The city of peace, still in its vulnerable, war torn state.

Nehemiah took this seriously and personally.  See, God had allowed the destruction as a consequence of the people's sin.  He also promised restoration after a set time, if their hearts were turned toward Him.  

Oh behalf of his people, Nehemiah repented.   He grieved, fasted, prayed.  He offered himself to bring about a solution to the problem.  Notice he was not  priest, not a leader.  He was a servant, though a trusted one.  God gave him a plan, and favor with the king.

Traveling to Jerusalem with the king's blessing, protection, and supplies, Nehemiah inspected the damage under the cover of night.  He didn't set himself up as a leader, or give orders.  He simply got his facts straight and presented them to the people.  The people who had lived with the mess so long they took it as quite acceptable.

When the people heard what God had already done through Nehemiah (notice he didn't talk about what he himself had sacrificed to get to this point, but only the task at hand), the response was unanimous.  They would build.  And they prepared.  

Part of that preparation was ignoring yelps of protest from outside the city.  The sources of those yelps  were not the people of God, and had no authority in the matter.  But that didn't stop them from making noises.

What I noticed, then, in chapter three.

The high priest and his brothers, as spiritual leaders, began the work.  

Chapter three follows the work, describing a beginning by the priests at the sheep gate (that location is significant for priests) all the way round the city, until workers in the last verse finish up at the sheep gate, joining their work with the priests'.

Who did the work?  Some did the sections at their homes, as much as they were physically and financially able.  Some only accomplished a section from their front door to the corner of their house, and others picked it up from there.  Fathers and sons.  Fathers and daughters.  Fathers of fathers were mentioned.  I imagine they supported in finances or food if not strong enough for work on the wall.

Goldsmiths and merchants, apothecaries and rulers worked on the wall.  Not exactly their skill set, but God enabled them to do their part.  They only had to provide willingness.

Parts of the wall held higher honor than others.  The king's gate as opposed to the dung gate, for instance.  There is no record of competition, of argument.

The one negative record was a group whose "nobles put not their necks to the work of their Lord".  I would infer from that verse, others needed to cover extra ground as a result.

Did the work go smoothly, lacking discouragement from within and threats from without?  No.

Was the wall completed?  Yes.  And the inhabitants renewed their commitment to their God and to learning His laws.

They lived in unprecedented times.  Their lives contained every fear, every challenge we know today.  Hard work and sacrifice were a given.

Following Nehemiah's example, what shall we do?

 Awareness.
Repentance.
Fasting.
Prayer.
Availability.
Sacrifice.

We serve the same God.  The Omniscient, Omnipresent Jehovah Jireh, our provider.

In today's world, in my world, what is my section of the wall?

I Shut the Cat in the Bathroom Today and Other Musings

In the stationary residence of The Trucker and his erstwhile Passenger, there lives a feline.  For her, life is good.  No hassles except when a certain canine stops by.  

Eat. Sleep.  Repeat.  This is the life, with occasional intermissions to stalk tweety birds on the other side of the glass and guilt trip the humans into some lap time.

She also has her own room.  Well, sort of.  The small one off the laundry room.  It contains food of her liking, fresh water, and a litterbox, as well as one of the human variety which boasts a cushy cover for sleeping on.

This morning when she wandered in for breakfast, the door shut behind her.

The reason?  Floors needed mopping.  Badly.  And here's the problem.  A wet mop gliding over floors is one of the few things that will awaken Felinious from Never-Never Land.

Wet floors just call paws to trek across them.  And into the litterbox and back out.  And up on the windowsill, then down the hall in an attempt to sneak a nap on the human's bed, for instance.  Et cetera.

Not this time.  The door closed.  Decisively.

There's something about a closed door that invites protest.  From a feline who is routinely silent, yowls emanated from behind that door continuously while the floor was mopped and dried.  Why did she yowl?  She who had everything she needed in that small room for life and catliness?

Because she couldn't get out.  

A door that usually stands open is taken for granted.  When it closes, a different situation entirely arises.  There is a tendency within all of us, human or otherwise, to resist boundaries.  Strenuously.  Why, when we have all we need (and more) for life and Godliness within that boundary?

End of story.  Except to say, even a mundane chore gives opportunity for reflection.  And realization of why we react as we do, and what we might change to more fully appreciate our blessings and honor the One who strengthens us for every task.


Saturday, March 28, 2020

COVID-19 Rant

Anyone else out there weary of COVID-19? Every organization even remotely connected to me, or not at all, seems duty-bound to inform me of what THEY are doing to manage this virus. It has become a sales tactic of sorts.
Every news story trumpets numbers, warnings, dire predictions. It has become more political than medical. Then there is the economic side. Will there be an economy left when this is over? How will I live without an income?
And the legal side. If I break a stay-at-home order, will it result in fines or jail time? Does the government really have the right to close businesses, or forbid us to peacefully assemble? The temptation is to focus on what I perceive as my rights.
Can you stand yet another take on the subject? Allow me.
IT DOESN'T MATTER.
It doesn't matter what I think, what I want, even what I need, right now. What DOES matter? I am a child of God, and those around me know it.
Therefore, what does it say to those around me when I intentionally disregard the current health restrictions? When those who look to me as a role model, see me disrespect their potential health and well being? They will then either feel disrespected, or choose to also disregard restrictions. My actions have a ripple effect.
Is it really that big a deal to stay home? I have a home, stocked with all I need. Many don't. And God is waiting for me to spend time with Him, why not now?
How about making a conscious effort to cough and sneeze into a tissue or elbow instead of my hands? And wash my hands regularly? It's only good hygiene ANYTIME but especially now.
So, will it kill me to show a bit of respect for those around me, and be a good example? It's what I've always intended to do anyway, isn't it? If I claim to be pro-life, even the remote possibility that I may harm someone else should be considered, not?
Scripture instructs us to "Obey them that rule over you". I haven't found a COVID-19 restriction yet that would require us to violate Scripture. (We STILL have far more freedoms than most in the world! And more options for communication.) The current situation is not forever, and there are lessons to learn along the way that my generation and those younger need to know. This too shall pass.
OK, end of rant.