A friend of mine and I were fellowshipping deeply over a four hour call early Sunday morning. I was having one of those nights where you are extremely fatigued but your body just won’t sleep. In her part of the world it was early evening so we just ‘keshered‘ away over Jesus Christ and His exploits in our individual lives.
She shared with me an interesting story from her childhood. She had two older brothers and a doting father. On Sundays, he would give them money for the offering basket. Each of her brothers would get 10 cents, but she, the apple of Dad’s eyes, would be given 50 cents. Now… I know many of you have no idea what am talking about; let me explain this. The 10 cent coin was the largest of coins in the Kenyan currency in the early 70s, and the 50 cent the tiniest. But it was worth five times more than the 10 cents. Simple arithmetic really. She didn’t know that however, and would howl for a ten cent too. Her Father seemed to be discriminating against his girl child .
I know you are wise, and clever too, and have understood where I am going with this. People tend to make other people feel that their 10 cents is worth more than the 50 cents God has given them. Sometimes we don’t even need other people to help us with this , we judge by our eyes. And that’s always a foolish thing to do. Always. Eyes are good for many things, and am grateful to God for mine. But they don’t always tell you the full story at a mere glance.
Yesterday, my son and I were reading from 1 Kings 13…the beautiful and yet heartbreaking story of the mis-mentoring to death of a young prophet. In one day he trusted God: begun by obeying Him fully, and witnessed the hand of a powerful king shrivel before him, when the king tried to harm the prophet for his obedience. [Read the story for yourself beloved – you will understand what am talking about.] God had given him simple instructions; “go by one way, say what I have told you to say, run off by a different route AND DO NOT EAT ANYTHING THERE!” As long as he obeyed God, his 50 cents as it were, stood tall above the 10 cent pomp of a gloriously decaying darkness. BUT THEN the day progressed and all that excitement of powerful moves of God, and answered prayers that spoke of God’s favor over his life probably wore him down. He sat a while and that’s when another mighty older prophet of God showed up.. to redirect him towards 10 cents…FOOD .
Its interesting how eating in certain places is such a distraction from the instructions of God…from the day of Adam and Eve. And than you could ask Jacob’s twin Esau about this one too. And that other guy who died after being fed with friendly fire, by a woman who proceeded to pin him down with a tent-peg. How even when God has shaken the heavens and earth for you, in front of you, some things just seem…more filling. Irresistible.
I wonder if what was in the menu that day was worth dying for…loosing your relationship with God over… potentially his eternity with God over. I doubt that there was anything. But he turned back and went and ate. Then God’s words of judgement flowed through the one he had chosen to believe over Him. And the rest is just sad…and mysterious. So what’s the 10 cents that’s causing tremors in your life, that won’t let you just…savor the immeasurable joys of Heaven’s menu that has been laid out by The King of kings and LORD of lord’s for you? Is it worth dying for? Is it worth an eternity in hell over?Shalom.#JusticeinJune#ByTheWordOfGod#TheLORDISmyShepherd
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