I wore my Jeremiah hat this morning as I trudged down the road in the varying heat and chill. Traffic was quite light, and I eventually hobbled into the Kirk, worn and weary, as always.
Three women of unknown age were gathered in the entrance sorting out books and leaflets. Julie turned to me, grinned disgracefully, and grabbed me while saying too cheerily, 'Happy Birthday,' in too loud a voice. I usually keep this quiet, but some thoughtless woman has scribbled it down and the Kirk sends me a card every year. This year those in attendance, not as many as normal, made the most of my embarrassment when David asked from the front if there were any birthdays, a normal routine. I looked away, not noticing many people pointing in my direction! 'Happy Birthday' was sung, but no gifts were forthcoming. How embarrassing.
Jeremiah, who we touched on this morning is a favourite of mine.
Here we find a young lad, his age must have been just sufficient to count in that society, who had been chosen to stand alone against his nation. For around 30 years Jeremiah brought the word of God to the people, and the people laughed at him, hindered him, and attempted to kill him. Another, unnamed prophet doing similar work ran away to Egypt, the people went after him, brought him back and killed him. This was not a pleasant job.
The Lord told them to repent as desperately wanted to give them the best, they refused and eventually the Babylonians took many of them away. Those who were allowed to remain continued to sin, as did those in Babylon itself. Prophets brought the word of God to them, they refused to listen. How like Christians today.
It was a further 10 years of abuse before the Babylonians returned as God had said through Jeremiah, to remove the rest of them. Jeremiah had warned daily suffered abuse and threats, but remained loyal to his God. In the end a third rebellion kidnapped the prophet and took him to Egypt where he disappears from history.
He is a great example of someone holding to God, in spite of being more or less alone all the time.
I read the English are complaining about cricket cheats.
Isn't cheating the Englishman's job...?
2 comments:
Happy birthday, young man...must be getting worrying now that you are thirty....
Australians cheating? Who taught them, one asks.....
Fly, Tsk! It's 32.
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