Tuesday, March 22, 2022

A Jealous God

 


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Exodus 20:5 New International Version

For I, the Lord your God, am a jealous God

 

Oso, our son’s dog is staying with us this weekend. He’s a great big dog, probably weighing 80 lbs (35 kg). He’s scared of everything, and very loving. Katie, our own dog, is considerably smaller, closer to 50 lbs (25 kg). She loves us supremely and shows it every time we come back after being away from home. She, too, tends to be scared of all kinds of things, but not as scared as Oso. We have spoiled her rotten. She is the first dog in a long series of dogs, whom Sylvia has allowed to get on any item of furniture. She is only allowed on the couch in the front room. She is delighted when Sylvia or I come and sit with her on “her couch”.

Once a day, we feed Katie a cereal and chicken mix that Sylvia fixes for her. It is a recipe she developed years ago when we were missionaries in Tanzania. Our previous dog, Cleo, lived for 17 years on it and she was a big dog. We keep dry dog food available for our dogs 24/7. They tend to self-regulate how much they eat, so they don’t get too fat.

With a second dog in the house, Katie shows a new side of her character. She is fiercely jealous. When we feed the do dogs the cereal/chicken mix we put it in separate bowls and they each eat their bowl and then dash over to see if the other dog’s bowl is empty—we expected that. But Katie doesn’t want Oso to have any of her dry dog food, so she quickly gobbles it up, too. She eats so much she can hardly walk, let alone run! So we are rationing the dry dog food now.

If Oso comes anywhere near “her couch” she bares her teeth, growls and if he comes closer, she attacks viciously. Anytime they are in the house, Katie is up guarding “her couch”. If we pet Oso, then Katie dashes over and wedges herself between us and the big dog. She wants all the attention. We laugh at her jealous, protective nature.

Every time I see Katie’s jealous side, I am reminded of the second commandment of the Decalogue. God describes Himself: “I, the Lord your God, am a jealous God.” This is after two commandments that tell us to have no other gods before Him, and not to make any images, and not to worship any other gods or images. He says he will not only punish us if we do, but will also punish our children to the third and fourth generation.

Thank you, Katie, for showing me the possessive side of our loving God.

 

 



[1] https://decodingtheword.com/a-jealous-god-el-qana/

Thursday, March 17, 2022

Why Do the Wicked Prosper?

 

March 3, 2022


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Psalm 73 Good News Translation

I had nearly lost confidence;
    my faith was almost gone
because I was jealous of the proud
    when I saw that things go well for the wicked. …

16 I tried to think this problem through,
    but it was too difficult for me
17 
    until I went into your Temple.
Then I understood what will happen to the wicked.

18 You will put them in slippery places
    and make them fall to destruction!
28 But as for me, how wonderful to be near God,
    to find protection with the Sovereign Lord
    and to proclaim all that he has done!

 

During the late 1960s I taught at a rural boarding high school in Tanzania. The main support of the small village that had grown up near the school was poaching from the nearby Serengeti Game Reserve. Several villagers owned Land Rovers that they would use to drive out into the reserve at night and bring home animals that they sold for their meat and hides.

In order to avoid suspicion the Land Rover owners would strip the wheels, seats, and engine which would be kept by other villagers. They parked the stripped vehicles next to their homes. They were all old and showed no signs of having been used within the last several years. However, in the late afternoon a group of men would cluster around the vehicle. They would bring the missing parts and reassemble them. About five o’clock they would pull into the school gas station for gas. By the next morning they would have finished their hunting trip. The dusty vehicle would again be lying next to their home, wheels, seats, and engine all missing. It would appear to have not been used for a long time.

Several hunters would climb into the reassembled vehicle and drive out across a river that harbored both crocodiles and hippos. They were very careful to take a slightly different route each time so that no track appeared for rangers to follow them. They would mainly shoot large antelope, hack the carcass into liftable size pieces, and load them into the back of the landrover. When It was full they would head home and sell the meat to the villagers, including some of the staff of the school. Sometimes the Land Rover would break under the heavy load; then they would come on campus and seek me out to weld the break.

One of these poachers was much more prosperous than the others. His Land rover was practically new, a pretty green color. He dressed well, spoke passable English, and was much revered amongst all the villagers. We became friends. While he was making a delivery to one of the staff on campus late one night, I asked him if he had official permission to shoot the game. He smiled and assured me he did and produced an official looking requisition that had several animals listed on it.

One night he was out in the reserve loading the animals they had shot into his Land Rover when the rangers came upon him. Instead of jumping into the vehicle and fleeing like was usually done, he decided to have a shootout with them. During the fight he was killed. The rangers brought the vehicle back to the village with his body in it. The other hunters were carted off to jail. This time I saw his blood mingled with the blood of the animals. Of course, this did not put an end to the poaching.

There was a huge outdoor funeral for him. I joined hundreds of people who came to it, not only from that village, but many of the surrounding villages. Our school chaplain preached the sermon. He preached for several hours, while everyone stood or sat around patiently and listened. He covered the grand themes of Christianity in detail, including salvation, grace, the state of the dead, and the Sabbath. He told me later that he knew that this was the only time many of these people would hear the whole Gospel. He felt compelled to use the occasion to the best advantage for the Lord.

Oh Lord, thank You that You look after Your followers so well, even though we might not be as prosperous as the world’s tycoons. 



[1] https://www.nrt-kenya.org/news-2/2020/11/5/10guardians-grevys-zebra-champion-stephen-lenantoiye

Sunday, March 6, 2022

Singing in the Car

 

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1 Chronicles 16:9 King James Version

Sing unto him, sing psalms unto him, talk ye of all his wondrous works.

 

“Daddy! Are we there yet?” “Mommeeeeee! Esther’s got her foot on my side!” “Stop it! Ricky!” “Ow! Daddy, Julia bit me!”

The aggravated voices of the three kids in the backseat would rise to a crescendo. On rare occasion I had to stop the car and belabor the kids—but I quickly found out that that didn’t work; besides I didn’t want the prospect of a car trip to be a prelude to torture.

It’s amazing how long it takes me to remember my childhood. Then I did. I belted out:[2]

I've got a home in Glory Land that outshines the sun
I've got a home in Glory Land that outshines the sun
I've got a home in Glory Land that outshines the sun
Way beyond the Blue
 

“Do Lord, oh, do Lord, do remember me
Do Lord, oh, do Lord, oh, do remember me
Do Lord, oh, do Lord, do remember me
Way beyond the Blue
 

“I took Jesus as My Savior, you take Him too
I took Jesus as My Savior, you take Him too
I took Jesus as My Savior, you take Him too
While He's still calling you
 

“Oh, do Lord, oh, do Lord, do remember me
Do Lord, oh, do Lord, oh, do remember me
Do Lord, oh, do Lord, do remember me
A way beyond the Blue!”

 

Very shortly there were five voices singing at the top of their lungs. Once we finished one song, someone would start another. Most of the songs were praise songs: “Amazing Grace,” “Oh When the Saints,” and so on. We sang a few secular songs, too: “I Know an Old Woman, Who Swallowed a Fly,” “The Ants Go Marching One by One”, etc. All the irritation and complaining were forgotten.

Thank You, Lord, for songs!

 



[1] https://www.google.com/search?q=kids+in+car+singing+images

[2] Vernie O. Fossett, Musixmatch, Do Lord lyrics © New Spring Publishing Inc.