DATELINE: 586 B.C., a city in the Middle East.
You and your closest friend take a walk through a green, grassy meadow with tree-lined paths. Blooming flowers are in the distance. The sun is warm on your face and the breeze is clean and crisp. It’s a beautiful land. You run over to grab a grape off of a vine and it’s juicy and fresh. After that, you snack on a fig from a tree. As you walk into a valley and start to climb a hill, you see in the distance what appears to be a city.
As you walk closer, you realize it is a city, but it’s abandoned. Fire-scorched walls are crumbled into piles of rubble. The gates are hanging off of the anchors — creaking in the breeze. Clothes, baskets and grain are strewn about. Birds feed off of recently caught rodents.
The air smells of death. Clearly something went wrong in this city.
In the distance, you see a man sitting on the steps of a temple. Head in hands, he cries with out consolation. Your (a bit too curious) friend takes you over to ask, “What happened?”
Confusion covers you when he answers, “Sin.”
It’s 2008 in the break room of an insurance company:
You and your same friend are at the water cooler staring at a woman at the lunch table, with tears rolling down her cheeks. Her marriage is in trouble, her home is in foreclosure, her husband lost another job and her three children don’t know what’s going to happen to them when they move for the fourth time in as many years.
Instead of asking her, “What happened?” You just roll your eyes and say, “She’s a mess.” And you’d be correct because she didn’t know her problem was sin, too.
It’s my testimony that I was being destroyed by a lack of knowledge, just like Hosea 4:6 promises:
“My people have perished for lack of knowledge. Because you have rejected knowledge, I reject you from being kohen (priest) for Me. Since you have forgotten the Torah of your Elohim, I also forget your children.” (H.S)
My house was out-of-order and I began to realize there was a serious problem and there was nothing I could do to control what was happening around me. Everything I did collapsed. No amount of determination, intelligence, will or might could turn it around.
And I admit. I was mad at God. I “accepted Jesus” during Sunday school in 1977 and He was doing nothing to solve my problems. So I didn’t look to Him for answers.
I began with astrology.
Yep. A mess.
Have you had a chance to consider what is in YOUR house?
Has the Ruah Ha Qodesh (Holy Spirit )brought any sin or issue to mind?
Tomorrow, Elohim willing, I want to encourage you to take inventory of your house.
Until then. Peace to you.