Feb 4, 2010

Rebekah

Rebekah waltzes into biblical history as a handsome ,hospitable lass, willing not only to provide a faring stranger with a delicious drink of water but water his camels as well. She brought the stranger home to her father and was subsequently willing to follow the old servant to marry a totally before-seen stranger who was claimed to be a relative. The rings and gifts were substantial but what solace would fine clothes and rings provide, when betrothed to a louse. This girl had either a large dose of foolish spunk or faith. A feisty virgin, she decided to veil herself only when she was informed that she was in the vicinity of her groom-to-be. She was blessed to have a husband who would love her.

Unable to conceive, her husband had prayed for her. His prayer was heard, but she labored with two who would struggle continuously within her. She too called on the LORD, and interestingly, the LORD did speak to her, to inform her on her eventuality. One wonders if she ever consulted with her husband on the revelation.

When the boys were being born, the struggle was unimpeded; the elder was birthed with the younger grasping his heel as if in pursuit. The elder, much favored by his father, was a skillful hunter, a man of the field. The younger, her own favorite, a docile, perhaps the more domesticated variety who would be good at making lentil pottage whilst his brother excelled in savory meats hunted from the fields.

When she overheard that her husband was about to bless his favored son, Rebekah committed the unspeakable. She commanded her young son to fetch two lambs for her to prepare a deceitful dish. When the boy was wary of offending his near-blind father and inviting his displeasure, she displayed not a vestige of restraint but embraced on herself whatever curses could transpire. She donned Jacob with goat’s skin cuffs on his wrists and around his nape. She made him wear his brother’s clothes, when they were to be in her safe custody. She commanded Jacob to conspire and connive not to wrest, but to steal Esau’s blessing. She made Jacob claim he was Esau to deceive his father. Jacob bested his mother when he said that the LORD has so blessed the hasted meal. She succeeded.

What kind of mother would do this? What kind of wife could do this? Were her actions moral? Consider, that this was in an era, when wives were quite often regarded as chattels, with their husbands as lord overall. Her mutinous insurrection culminating in deceit and thievery should have attracted serious consequences from the husband. Yet there was none.

There is little recorded of Rebekah after this monumental incident. She simply faded in oblivion. As a matter of fact, even her death is not mentioned, only that she was buried with her husband. There was no record of she, ever receiving the return of her favored Jacob or seeing the fruition of her ways. Still, there is one more mention of her in Romans; where Paul was expounding the LORD’s sovereignty.


On trial for now, is the issue of Rebekah's faith. The LORD has spoken to her and told her His plans. Did Rebekah have to intervene with unscrupulous means to achieve the LORD’s design? Did the ends justify the means? Does morality take a backseat in deference to obedience? Yet, can Rebekah, having been told, simply have folded her arms and let destiny migrate its own course? Is the LORD’s hand shortened? Can faith be without works? Was Rebekah an imponderable extremist? Is obedience paramount? Can obedience be shrouded with disobedience?

God bless.



/ckh

Jan 27, 2010

Passion

Nevertheless I have somewhat against thee, because thou hast left thy first love. (Rev 2:4)

The word “passion” in scripture is inundated with negativity; all the verses paint passion in bleak. Only in the Song of Songs is passion hoisted in high acclaim. Yet passion is a necessary grace. We may frown on youthful passion, still it is required in youth, else there would be no affront to stoic conservatism. Passions do inflame but could one consider the loss of our first love to a dousing of the passion, when first we knew the Lord.

Consider all that we do in response to the LORD; how much of them are dominated by passion, and not by routine schedule or duty. Perhaps our efforts are featureless, mundane and stale; because we lack, in our passion. Criticism and failure have latched on, groused and cluttered our hearts. It should not surprise us; that those actively in His service do attract much comment, the snickers or sneering and cast stones. The observed onslaught does whittle away, for quite a few, the enthuse and quell the desire to serve. It is even more obtuse, to see within the populace of the redeemed , some behaving as malcontents or conversely as prima donnas, needing to be pleaded to and dragged into His service. Imagine; that all that we present to our Lord is predicated only by duty, worse yet by routine. Within the assembly, we have so embraced sobriety that our lives and worship is characterized by somber, pensive contemplations; we are wont, not to exhibit exuberance or joy or any emotion with unbridled passion. Even tears are frowned on, if too indulgent. Like Michal, we would despise the contemptible exuberance of David, when he would have danced till he had uncovered himself before the young maidens! How dearly we prefer decorum in the name of orderliness. Consider the words of the LORD spoken to Jeremiah; would we imagine the tone to be mild or severe? Is His language lacking in passion? Why does Jeremiah weep so much? Or would we tolerate the antics and theatrics of Ezekiel? Would we not, also dispatch these prophets as extremists upsetting our sense of decency and orderliness?

And thou shalt love the LORD thy God with all thine heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy might. (Deu 6:5)


Can love be, totally without passion? With passion as a thermometer; how dearly do we love our LORD? As an ingredient in His service, how much permeates? Is it possible for love to be cerebral only? Has our love for the Lord proven habitually emotive? Where has that passion gone?

God bless.



/ckh

Jan 20, 2010

Checkpoint

Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before, I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus. (Php 3:13-14)


It has hardly been a blink, and we are towards the end of January. For all the good intentions and ruminations of December, I am still merely standing at the stocks, not having started the run. Strange, it seems that humans can whistle away so many days without assent; the days just barrel on whilst we are engrossed in nothingness. Stagnation can so imperil and stump us.

The endgame is a life lived well for the LORD. We were made and saved, for and with purpose; our days, definitely numbered, are not to be squandered away. Reality will testify that they have simply seeped through our fingers. We are bogged down, assuaged and pasted by an array of cares and concerns; our fruitfulness is jeopardized by the choking of the weeds. It is a relief, to be jerked to our senses, to avoid repeating this insidious outrage. We are redeemed, not by gold and silver, but by the precious blood of the Lamb. Ought we to surrender our days pursuing the glimmering glitter? Are our days dedicated to the LORD and His purposes? Who really has scuttled our race? Will we offer, a sullied and decrepit account of our days, to the One who paid so high a price for us?

Thankfully we are not left to our own devices. We have His Counselor, His Church, and His word to constantly redirect our attentions, if we would listen. Mercifully, we would be graced to relent, our taut necks in obedience to the One who loved us and gave for us, His life in evidence.

The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away. Who knoweth the power of thine anger? even according to thy fear, so is thy wrath. So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom. (Psa 90:10-12)


Ready to start continuing the race?

God bless.

Jan 10, 2010

Roll Out!

Hey everyone! (yes you)

We've resumed YTM again formerly today. A brief introduction to our programs and activities this year. We're having only Bible Studies on sundays. Saturdays will be the day we plan to have all our meetings and activities. We'll start of with a session of ice-breakers first, followed by praise and worship then group sharing (of quiet time). After that, will be either sermons followed by games (telematch or captain ball) or any special activity that we have.

Activities planned so far for the month of January and Febuary are:
- kayaking (23 Jan)
- film (30 Jan)
- bake-in (6 Feb)
- sleep-in (26 Feb)

Sounds fun? Yes? We've broken everyone into groups to encourage a little more bonding among members. Previous years, there wasn't enough bonding despite us having groups. So this year we will try our best!

How will this work out? This will ONLY work out if you take the initiative to come for YTM meetings. It's after all more than a social gathering yea. We're here to have fun with each other and also to learn more about God. So do give us your utmost co-operation by participating wholeheartedly in the meetings.

Saturday meetings will start at 4pm SHARP (ouch!) in church.
Sunday bible studies will be as usual at 11.15am SHARP in church.

More details will be posted. See you there!!!