Fifth Sunday of Lent

We continue our Lenten meditations with stanzas 38 – 47 of George Herbert’s poem “The Sacrifice.” 

(The bullets allow me to single-space the lines.)

  • Weep not, dear friends, since I for both have wept
  • When all my tears were blood, the while you slept:
  • Your tears for your own fortunes should be kept:
  •                                               Was ever grief like mine?
  • The soldiers lead me to the common hall;
  • There they deride me, they abuse me all:
  • Yet for twelve heav’nly legions I could call:
  •                                               Was ever grief like mine?
  • Then with a scarlet robe they me array;
  • Which shows my blood to be the only way
  • And cordial left to repair man’s decay:
  •                                               Was ever grief like mine?
  • Then on my head a crown of thorns I wear:
  • For these are all the grapes Zion doth bear,
  • Though I my vine planted and watered there:
  •                                                Was ever grief like mine?
  • So sits the earth’s great curse in Adam’s fall
  • Upon my head: so I remove it all
  • From th’ earth unto my brows, and bear the thrall:
  •                                               Was ever grief like mine?
  • Then with the reed they gave to me before,
  • They strike my head, the rock from thence all store
  • Of heav’nly blessings issue evermore:
  •                                               Was ever grief like mine?
  • They bow their knees to me, and  cry, Hail king:
  • What ever scoffs & scornfulness can bring,
  • I am the floor, the sink, where they it fling:
  •                                               Was ever grief like mine?
  • Yet since man’s scepters are as frail as reeds,
  • And thorny all their crowns, bloody their weeds;
  • I, who am Truth, turn into truth their deeds:
  •                                               Was ever grief like mine?
  • The soldiers also spit upon that face,
  • Which Angels did desire to have the grace,
  • And Prophets, once to see, but found no place:
  •                                               Was ever grief like mine?
  • Thus trimmed, forth they bring me to the rout,
  • Who Crucify him, cry with one strong shout.
  • God holds his peace at man, and man cries out:
  •                                               Was ever grief like mine?  –“The Sacrifice” by George Herbert, stanzas 38 – 47.

Then the soldiers of the governor took Jesus into the governor’s headquarters, and they gathered the whole battalion before him. And they stripped him and put a scarlet robe on him, and twisting together a crown of thorns, they put it on his head and put a reed in his right hand. And kneeling before him, they mocked him, saying, “Hail, King of the Jews!” And they spit on him and took the reed and struck him on the head. (Matthew 27.27 – 30, ESV)

PS It’s also St Patrick’s Day. This post from 2022 describes his work as an innovative missionary.

Sons of Eli

We go right from Hannah’s joy to a serious problem with the priestly family of Eli the high priest and his two sons Hophni and Phinehas. The text is blunt:

Now the sons of Eli were worthless men. They did not know the LORD. (1 Samuel 2.12, ESV)

Then it talks about how they took the sacrifice food for themselves. (1 Samuel 2.13 – 17) It doesn’t say Eli was bad, just that his sons were. Eli tried to rebuke them without success:

By this time Eli was very old. He kept getting reports on how his sons were ripping off the people and sleeping with the women who helped out at the sanctuary. Eli took them to task: “What’s going on here? Why are you doing these things? I hear story after story of your corrupt and evil carrying on. Oh, my sons, this is not right! These are terrible reports I’m getting, stories spreading right and left among GOD’s people! If you sin against another person, there’s help—God’s help. But if you sin against GOD, who is around to help?” But they were far gone in disobedience and refused to listen to a thing their father said. So GOD, who was fed up with them, decreed their death. (1 Samuel 2.22 – 25, MSG)

These were bad men! Meanwhile, we have this word about Samuel:

Now the boy Samuel continued to grow both in stature and in favor with the LORD and also with man. (1 Samuel 2.26, ESV)

Very much like what Luke said about Jesus when he was 12:

And Jesus increased in wisdom and in stature and in favor with God and man. (Luke 2.52, ESV)

And judgment on Eli and his sons is pronounced twice. Once by an anonymous holy man:

A holy man came to Eli and said: “This is GOD’s message…Be well warned: It won’t be long before I wipe out both your family and your future family…What happens to your two sons, Hophni and Phinehas, will be the proof: Both will die the same day… (1 Samuel 2.27, 31, 34, MSG)

And once by Samuel after God makes contact with him for the first time (See 1 Samuel 3.1 – 10):

GOD said to Samuel, “Listen carefully. I’m getting ready to do something in Israel that is going to shake everyone up and get their attention. The time has come for me to bring down on Eli’s family everything I warned him of, every last word of it. I’m letting him know that the time’s up. I’m bringing judgment on his family for good. He knew what was going on, that his sons were desecrating God’s name and God’s place, and he did nothing to stop them. This is my sentence on the family of Eli: The evil of Eli’s family can never be wiped out by sacrifice or offering.” (1 Samuel 3.11 – 14, MSG)

“His sons were desecrating God’s name and God’s place, and he did nothing to stop them.” A serious offense. A Michigan mother was just found guilty of manslaughter for not preventing her son from killing four classmates.

Another lesson: sometimes when evil people are in charge, God is quietly preparing someone else to be in leadership. Someone outside the existing power structure. Samuel was of the tribe of Ephraim (1 Samuel 1.1 – 2), not the priestly tribe of Eli. And in this case, Eli and his family’s days are numbered. Stay tuned.

Hannah’s Song

Wednesday, we saw Hannah, barren at first, then promised a son, and when the son was still just a promise, she cheered up:

Eli answered her, “Go in peace. And may the God of Israel give you what you have asked of him.” “Think well of me—and pray for me!” she said, and went her way. Then she ate heartily, her face radiant. 1 Samuel 1.17, 18, MSG)

As usual, something has to happen to make children:

Up before dawn, they worshiped GOD and returned home to Ramah. Elkanah slept with Hannah his wife, and GOD began making the necessary arrangements in response to what she had asked. Before the year was out, Hannah had conceived and given birth to a son. She named him Samuel, explaining, “I asked GOD for him.” (1 Samuel 1.19 – 20, MSG)

Then, as she promised, she took him to Shiloh:

She stayed home and nursed her son until she had weaned him. Then she took him up to Shiloh, bringing also the makings of a generous sacrificial meal—a prize bull, flour, and wine. The child was so young to be sent off! They first butchered the bull, then brought the child to Eli. Hannah said, “Excuse me, sir. Would you believe that I’m the very woman who was standing before you at this very spot, praying to GOD? I prayed for this child, and GOD gave me what I asked for. And now I have dedicated him to GOD. He’s dedicated to GOD for life.” (1 Samuel 1.23 – 28, MSG)

In that culture, “until she had weaned him” would mean that Samuel was at least 3 years old, possibly older. At which point Hannah burst into song:

Hannah prayed: I’m bursting with God-news! I’m walking on air. I’m laughing at my rivals. I’m dancing my salvation. (1 Samuel 2.1, MSG)

Her song talks about the great reversal. The song of one who was oppressed (see 1 Samuel 1.4 – 11) but is oppressed no longer:

The great reversal:

  • The weapons of the strong are smashed to pieces, while the weak are infused with fresh strength.
  • The well-fed are out begging in the streets for crusts, while the hungry are getting second helpings.
  • The barren woman has a houseful of children, while the mother of many is bereft. (1 Samuel 2.4, 5, MSG, bulleted for clarity)

Reading through the lens of oppressed people reminds me of Jesus and the Disinherited, which we wrote about a few days ago. More importantly, Mary’s song in Luke 1 is remarkably like Hannah’s song and also contains a celebration of the great reversal:

And Mary said, I’m bursting with God-news; I’m dancing the song of my Savior God. (Luke 1.46, 47, MSG)

  • He knocked tyrants off their high horses, pulled victims out of the mud.
  • The starving poor sat down to a banquet; the callous rich were left out in the cold. (Luke 1.52, 53, MSG, bulleted for clarity)

God’s great Story is for the oppressed. Hannah’s story is one of many.

God’s Spirit is on me; he’s chosen me to preach the Message of good news to the poor, Sent me to announce pardon to prisoners and recovery of sight to the blind, To set the burdened and battered free, to announce, “This is God’s year to act!” (Luke 4.18, 19, MSG)

PS If you’re wondering about the upcoming snowstorm I mentioned in yesterday’s pi-day blog, it came. For once the weather guessers underestimated. We had 18 inches of snow by 10a, Thursday morning.

Happy Pi Day!

It’s March 14, called Pi Day in honor of pi’s approximation: 3.14… Last year, Mark and I celebrated at the Pi Bar:

Bob and oldest son, Mark, at the Pi Bar, March 14, 2023

If you look closely, you can see Mark’s pi cuff link. We were going to repeat the tradition this year, but there’s a small oops. As I write this, just after lunch on Wednesday, snow is predicted:

They’ve scaled the prediction back a bit: yesterday I saw as high as 22 inches predicted on this Weather Channel app. Other models show up to three feet where I live. I’ll let you know.

In the meantime, stay warm and enjoy pi and some pie! Reminds me of the story of the old farmer who asked his son what he was learning in college. The boy thought for a minute and said, “Pi r-squared.” (The formula for the area of a circle with radius r.) The farmer replied, “Well ain’t that the stupidest thing! Pie are round. Cornbread are square.”

Have a good day!

This is the day that the LORD has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it. (Psalm 118.24, ESV)

PS For once the weather guessers underestimated. We had 18 inches of snow by 10a, Thursday morning. It’s not expected to quit until Friday morning.

Hannah the Joyful

In our program of reading through the History section of the Old Testament, we’re entering 1 Samuel, which starts with the story of Hannah giving birth to Samuel, who will be a prominent character. It’s another story of a delayed pregnancy (compare Abraham and Sarah, Jacob and Rachel, Samson’s mother, Zechariah and Elizabeth).

There once was a man who lived in Ramathaim. He was descended from the old Zuph family in the Ephraim hills. His name was Elkanah…He had two wives. The first was Hannah; the second was Peninnah. Peninnah had children; Hannah did not. (1 Samuel 1.1 – 2, MSG)

Every year, the family would go to Shiloh to worship, and Hannah’s “rival wife taunted her cruelly.” One year, Hannah gave herself to a specific prayer dedicating a future son to God:

Crushed in soul, Hannah prayed to GOD and cried and cried—inconsolably. Then she made a vow: Oh, GOD-of-the-Angel-Armies, If you’ll take a good, hard look at my pain, If you’ll quit neglecting me and go into action for me By giving me a son, I’ll give him completely, unreservedly to you. I’ll set him apart for a life of holy discipline. (1 Samuel 1.10 -11, MSG)

For some reason, Eli the high priest can’t tell a praying woman from a drunk woman.

He approached her and said, “You’re drunk! How long do you plan to keep this up? Sober up, woman!” Hannah said, “Oh no, sir—please! I’m a woman hard used. I haven’t been drinking. Not a drop of wine or beer. The only thing I’ve been pouring out is my heart, pouring it out to GOD…  (1 Samuel 1.14 – 16, MSG)

He recovers, and we have this important exchange.

Eli answered her, “Go in peace. And may the God of Israel give you what you have asked of him.” “Think well of me—and pray for me!” she said, and went her way. Then she ate heartily, her face radiant. (1 Samuel 1.17 – 18, MSG)

Two simple lessons:

  • When you’re up against it, pray and pray harder!
  • Hannah cheered up BEFORE she conceived Samuel! Her change of mood was an act of faith, a response to the promise.

Her joy continues into chapter two. Stay tuned.

Don’t fret or worry. Instead of worrying, pray. Let petitions and praises shape your worries into prayers, letting God know your concerns. Before you know it, a sense of God’s wholeness, everything coming together for good, will come and settle you down. It’s wonderful what happens when Christ displaces worry at the center of your life. (Philippians 4.6, 7, MSG)

Pushing Limits

We celebrated our oldest son Mark’s 51st birthday a couple of days ago, and I found the perfect card. It had me with the line on the outside about “pushing the limits.”

Not so long ago, you were a little boy pushing the limits…

Did he ever! But the card went on to say:

And today. Not much has changed. You’re still reaching, striving, giving it your all…

The birthday card we bought for Mark…Mark between buildings in Oklahoma City…Mark’s two gold medals, March 9, 2024.

It made me realize that “pushing the limits” can be good. The day before his birthday, he flew to Oklahoma City to participate in a stair race. This event was run in two different buildings, two different races. One for the fastest time up the two buildings (one 21-story, and the other 16-story). Mark won that with a time of 7:35, a course record, 15 seconds faster than the guy who finished second. He went on to win “Power Hour:” how many times can you go up both buildings in one hour? He’s the only competitor who did it six times!

Pushing the limits. Once he set an ambitious goal to sell a certain number of houses in a year. He met his goal by May of that year. Pushing the limits can be a good thing if you’re pushing in a good direction!

Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. (Philippians 3.13, 14, NIV)

Jesus and the Disinherited

This blog is longer than usual, but I don’t see how to divide it…

In writing about Ruth chapters 3 and 4, I mentioned that Pastor Robert Gelinas of Colorado Community Church talked about the seminal book Jesus and the Disinherited by Howard Thurman, who is described on the book’s Amazon website:

Howard Thurman (1899–1981) was a man of penetrating foresight and astonishing charisma. Hailed by Life magazine as one of the great preachers of the twentieth century, he was a spiritual advisor to Martin Luther King, Jr.,… The first black dean at a white university, he was the cofounder of the first interracially pastored, intercultural church in the United States. His vision of the world was one of a democratic camaraderie born of faith.

I’ll say upfront that I’ve read a lot of books, Christian and secular, about racial injustice and race relations. This one moves me more than any of the others. I’m going to share a few thoughts from chapter one, which closes with an overview of the rest of the book. I recommend you read the book for yourself – it’s not long, just 100 pages. Here are some highlights.

Study this one. It’s horrifying:

It has long been a matter of serious moment that for decades we have studied the various peoples of the world and those who live as our neighbors as objects of missionary endeavor and enterprise without being at all willing to treat them either as brothers or as human beings. I say this without rancor… – page 2

“Seeing people…as objects of missionary endeavor…without being at all willing to treat them either as brothers or as human beings.” Ouch.

The masses of men live with their backs constantly against the wall. They are the poor, the disinherited, the dispossessed. What does our religion say to them? – page 2

This story is long and contains observations from a Hindu in what was then Ceylon. It sets the stage for Dr. Thurman’s theology of how one should live:

In the fall of 1935 I was serving as chairman of a delegation sent on a pilgrimage of friendship from the students of America to the students of India, Burma, and Ceylon. It was at a meeting in Ceylon that the whole crucial issue was pointed up to me in a way that I can never forget.

At the close of a talk before the Law College, University of Colombo, on civil disabilities under states’ rights in the United States, I was invited by the principal to have coffee…He said to me, “What are you doing over here? …This is what I mean.

“More than three hundred years ago your forefathers were taken from the western coast of Africa as slaves. The people who dealt in the slave traffic were Christians. One of your famous Christian hymn writers, Sir John Newton, made his money from the sale of slaves to the New World. He is the man who wrote ‘How Sweet the Name of Jesus Sounds’ and ‘Amazing Grace’

“The men who bought the slaves were Christians. Christian ministers, quoting the Christian apostle Paul, gave the sanction of religion to the system of slavery. Some seventy years or more ago you were freed by a man who was not a professing Christian, but was rather the spearhead of certain political, social, and economic forces, the significance of which he himself did not understand.

During all the period since then you have lived in a Christian nation in which you are segregated, lynched, and burned. Even in the church, I understand, there is segregation...

“I am a Hindu. I do not understand. Here you are in my country, standing deep within the Christian faith and tradition. I do not wish to seem rude to you. But, sir, I think you are a traitor to all the darker peoples of the earth. I am wondering what you, an intelligent man, can say in defense of your position.”

Our subsequent conversation lasted for more than five hours. The clue to my own discussion with this probing, honest, sympathetic Hindu is found in my interpretation of the meaning of the religion of Jesus. It is a privilege, after so long a time, to set down what seems to me to be an essentially creative and prognostic interpretation of Jesus …against the background of his own age and people, and to inquire into the content of his teaching with reference to the disinherited and the underprivileged.” – pages 2 – 4

Some things have changed for the better since the 1930s, but it’s instructive to remember how life was when Dr. Thurman extracted Jesus’ rules for living, knowing that Jesus lived in similar circumstances.

Dr. Thurman makes three simple observations:

We begin with the simple historical fact that Jesus was a Jew.  – page 4

The second important fact for our consideration is that Jesus was a poor Jew.  – page 6

The third fact is that Jesus was a member of a minority group in the midst of a larger dominant and controlling group. – page 7

Given that, how does Jesus counsel the disinherited to live? (And it works for both sides.)

There is one overmastering problem that the socially and politically disinherited always face: Under what terms is survival possible? – page 10

This is the position of the disinherited in every age. What must be the attitude toward the rulers, the controllers of political, social, and economic life? This is the question of the Negro in American life. Until he has faced and settled that question, he cannot inform his environment with reference to his own life, whatever may be his preparation or his pretensions. – page 12

The solution which Jesus found for himself and for Israel, as they faced the hostility of the Greco-Roman world, becomes the word and the work of redemption for all the cast-down people in every generation and in every age. – page 18

Dr. Thurman contrasts the Apostle Paul with Jesus. Paul was a Roman citizen with a certain amount of privileges. Jesus had no such privileges.

[By contrast] Living in a climate of deep insecurity, Jesus, faced with so narrow a margin of civil guarantees, had to find some other basis upon which to establish a sense of well-being. He knew that the goals of religion as he understood them could never be worked out within the then-established order.

Deep from within that order he projected a dream, the logic of which would give to all the needful security. There would be room for all, and no man would be a threat to his brother. “The kingdom of God is within.” “The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor.”

The basic principles of his way of life cut straight through to the despair of his fellows and found it groundless. By inference he says,

  • “You must abandon your fear of each other and fear only God.
  • You must not indulge in any deception and dishonesty, even to save your lives. Your words must be Yea—Nay; anything else is evil.
  • Hatred is destructive to hated and hater alike.
  • Love your enemy, that you may be children of your Father who is in heaven.” – pages 23, 24 – it’s the end of chapter 1 and an overview of the rest of the book, bulleted for clarity.

There is a chapter for each of those four points:

  • Fear
  • Deception
  • Hatred
  • Love

Powerful stuff. He lets no one off the hook. After telling the train story that I mentioned Saturday, he tells of watching two little black girls wishing harm on a little white girl. Hatred is wrong, no matter who does it. And, from the first snippet, he writes “without rancor.”

My brothers, show no partiality as you hold the faith in our Lord Jesus Christ, the Lord of glory. For if a man wearing a gold ring and fine clothing comes into your assembly, and a poor man in shabby clothing also comes in, and if you pay attention to the one who wears the fine clothing and say, “You sit here in a good place,” while you say to the poor man, “You stand over there,” or, “Sit down at my feet,” have you not then made distinctions among yourselves and become judges with evil thoughts? (James 2.1 – 4, ESV)

Be patient, therefore, brothers, until the coming of the Lord. See how the farmer waits for the precious fruit of the earth, being patient about it, until it receives the early and the late rains. You also, be patient. Establish your hearts, for the coming of the Lord is at hand. Do not grumble against one another, brothers, so that you may not be judged; behold, the Judge is standing at the door. As an example of suffering and patience, brothers, take the prophets who spoke in the name of the Lord. Behold, we consider those blessed who remained steadfast. You have heard of the steadfastness of Job, and you have seen the purpose of the Lord, how the Lord is compassionate and merciful. But above all, my brothers, do not swear, either by heaven or by earth or by any other oath, but let your “yes” be yes and your “no” be no, so that you may not fall under condemnation. (James 5.7 – 12, ESV)

Fourth Sunday of Lent

We continue our Lenten meditations with stanzas 29 – 37 of George Herbert’s poem “The Sacrifice.” 

(The bullets allow me to single-space the lines.)

  • They choose a murderer, and all agree
  • In him to do themselves a courtesy:
  • For it was their own case who killed me:
  •                                               Was ever grief like mine?
  • And a seditious murderer he was:
  • But I the Prince of peace; peace that doth pass
  • All understanding, more than heaven doth glass:     [“glasse” = appear, show in heaven]
  •                                               Was ever grief like mine?             
  • Why, Caesar is their only King, not I:
  • He clave the stony rock, when they were dry;
  • But surely not their hearts, as I well try:
  •                                               Was ever grief like mine?
  • Ah! how they scourge me! yet my tenderness
  • Doubles each lash: and yet their bitterness
  • Windes up my grief to a mysteriousness:
  •                                               Was ever grief like mine?             
  • They buffet him, and box him as they list,
  • Who grasps the earth and heaven with his fist,
  • And never yet, whom he would punish, missed:
  •                                               Was ever grief like mine?             
  • Behold, they spit on me in scornful wise,
  • Who by my spittle gave the blind man eyes,
  • Leaving his blindness to my enemies:
  •                                               Was ever grief like mine?
  • My face they cover, though it be divine.
  • As Moses face was veiled, so is mine,
  • Lest on their double-dark souls either shine:
  •                                               Was ever grief like mine?
  • Servants and abjects flout me; they are witty:
  • Now prophesy who strikes thee, is their ditty.
  • So they in me deny themselves all pity:
  •                                               Was ever grief like mine?
  • And now I am delivered unto death,
  • Which each one calls for so with utmost breath,
  • That he before me well nigh suffereth:
  •                                               Was ever grief like mine?  –“The Sacrifice” by George Herbert, stanzas 29 – 37.

Then they spit in his face and struck him. And some slapped him, saying, “Prophesy to us, you Christ! Who is it that struck you?” (Matthew 26..67, 68, ESV)

They cried out, “Away with him, away with him, crucify him!” Pilate said to them, “Shall I crucify your King?” The chief priests answered, “We have no king but Caesar.” (John 19.15, ESV)

But the chief priests and the elders persuaded the crowd to ask for Barabbas and to have Jesus executed. “Which of the two do you want me to release to you?” asked the governor. “Barabbas,” they answered. “What shall I do, then, with Jesus who is called the Messiah?” Pilate asked. They all answered, “Crucify him!” “Why? What crime has he committed?” asked Pilate. But they shouted all the louder, “Crucify him!” (Matthew 27.20 – 23, NIV)

Then he released for them Barabbas, and having scourged Jesus, delivered him to be crucified. (Matthew 27.26, ESV)

The Disinherited

We’re still in the middle of barley harvest. Ruth and Naomi are eating well, but gleaning is not a long-term solution to their problem.

A few weeks ago, my son Matt, who lives in the Denver area, invited us to go to Colorado Community Church with him. That’s a first. I’ve met the pastor, Robert Gelinas – a good guy, author of Discipled by Jesus. Matt said:

Pastor Robert is doing a series on Ruth. You won’t learn anything, but why don’t you visit anyway?

June and I went, and at lunch afterward the first thing I told Matt was, “You were wrong…I did learn something!”

Pastor Robert took us through Ruth chapter 3 in the series he called “Ordinary Faithfulness.” He used a term I had never heard: disinherited. Naomi and Ruth, as widows, were disinherited. He said Ruth had three strikes against her: she was a woman, a widow, and an immigrant. Robert, who grew up a black street kid in Aurora, the somewhat rough city adjacent to Denver where the church is, introduced us to a book that was meaningful to him (and Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.): Jesus and the Disinherited by Howard Thurman. Dr. Thurman was the black pastor of a large multi-racial church, just as Robert is. I found it to be a very insightful book and may do a blog on its principles. Do you want a picture of disinherited? Here’s a chilling vignette (the book was published in 1949):

A few years ago I was going from Chicago to Memphis, Tennessee. I found a seat across from an elderly lady, who took immediate cognizance of my presence. When the conductor came along for the tickets, she said to him, pointing in my direction, “What is that doing in this car?” The conductor answered, with a touch of creative humor, “That has a ticket.” – Page 67

Back to Naomi and Ruth. As Robert said, “Naomi has a plan to get Ruth a man.”

Isn’t Boaz our close relative, the one with whose young women you’ve been working? Maybe it’s time to make our move. Tonight is the night of Boaz’s barley harvest at the threshing floor. Take a bath. Put on some perfume. Get all dressed up and go to the threshing floor. But don’t let him know you’re there until the party is well under way and he’s had plenty of food and drink. When you see him slipping off to sleep, watch where he lies down and then go there. Lie at his feet to let him know that you are available to him for marriage. Then wait and see what he says. He’ll tell you what to do. (Ruth 3.2 – 4, MSG)

In addition to disinherited, here’s something else I learned: Ruth went off script. Naomi’s plan was to get Ruth a man. Ruth’s plan was to get Naomi included.

In the middle of the night the man was suddenly startled and sat up. Surprise! This woman asleep at his feet! He said, “And who are you?” She said, “I am Ruth, your maiden; take me under your protecting wing. You’re my close relative, you know, in the circle of covenant redeemers—you do have the right to marry me.” (Ruth 3.8 – 9, MSG)

Ruth plays the “covenant redeemer” card – not what Naomi had asked her to do because Naomi knew that Boaz was not the closest covenant redeemer. Boaz explained:

You’re right, I am a close relative to you, but there is one even closer than I am. So stay the rest of the night. In the morning, if he wants to exercise his customary rights and responsibilities as the closest covenant redeemer, he’ll have his chance; but if he isn’t interested, as GOD lives, I’ll do it. Now go back to sleep until morning. (Ruth 3.12 – 13, MSG)

When Ruth returns home the next morning, Naomi has a final piece of advice:

Wait, my daughter, until you learn how the matter turns out, for the man will not rest but will settle the matter today. (Ruth 3.18, ESV)

Wait. Chapter four reveals the outcome. The closer relative doesn’t want responsibility for Ruth and Naomi so Boaz marries Ruth, and they have a son:

The neighborhood women started calling him “Naomi’s baby boy!” But his real name was Obed. Obed was the father of Jesse, and Jesse the father of David. (Ruth 4.17, MSG)

Ruth, the disinherited, is the great-grandmother of King David and is listed in Matthew’s genealogy of Jesus:

Salmon had Boaz (his mother was Rahab), Boaz had Obed (Ruth was the mother), Obed had Jesse, Jesse had David, and David became king. (Matthew 1.5 – 6, MSG)

The small story of two widows and a farmer in their out-of-the-way village reminds us that Everyone Counts!

PS You can listen to Pastor Robert’s sermon in its entirety here. The sermon starts about 42:25 into the recording of the entire service.

Barley Harvest

We’re into Ruth chapter 2 – Ruth, the “small story of two widows and a farmer in their out-of-the-way village.” (Peterson) And the next page in this story was forecast at the end of chapter 1:

They arrived in Bethlehem at the time of the barley harvest. (Ruth 1.22, MSG)

It’s hard to imagine anything more ordinary, but for Naomi and Ruth, it sets up the logical “next thing.”

One day Ruth, the Moabite foreigner, said to Naomi, “I’m going to work; I’m going out to glean among the sheaves, following after some harvester who will treat me kindly.” Naomi said, “Go ahead, dear daughter.” (Ruth 2.2, MSG)

Naomi and Ruth were destitute widows – no means of support. So Ruth wisely says, “I’m going to work.” And in Israel following a harvester and picking up leftovers was a good strategy. You see, there was this law…

“And when you reap the harvest of your land, you shall not reap your field right up to its edge, nor shall you gather the gleanings after your harvest. You shall leave them for the poor and for the sojourner: I am the LORD your God.” (Leviticus 23.22, ESV)

“Leave them for the poor and sojourner…”

Guided, no doubt, by the sovereign hand of God, Ruth hits the jackpot:

And so she set out. She went and started gleaning in a field, following in the wake of the harvesters. Eventually she ended up in the part of the field owned by Boaz, her father-in-law Elimelech’s relative. A little later Boaz came out from Bethlehem, greeting his harvesters, “GOD be with you!” They replied, “And GOD bless you!” Boaz asked his young servant who was foreman over the farm hands, “Who is this young woman? Where did she come from?” The foreman said, “Why, that’s the Moabite girl, the one who came with Naomi from the country of Moab. She asked permission. ‘Let me glean,’ she said, ‘and gather among the sheaves following after your harvesters.’ She’s been at it steady ever since, from early morning until now, without so much as a break.” Then Boaz spoke to Ruth: “Listen, my daughter. From now on don’t go to any other field to glean—stay right here in this one. And stay close to my young women. Watch where they are harvesting and follow them. And don’t worry about a thing; I’ve given orders to my servants not to harass you. When you get thirsty, feel free to go and drink from the water buckets that the servants have filled.” (Ruth 2.3 – 9, MSG)

We know God guided her – even Naomi, oops, Mrs. Bitter, recognized that they hadn’t been abandoned after all:

Ruth gleaned in the field until evening. When she threshed out what she had gathered, she ended up with nearly a full sack of barley! She gathered up her gleanings, went back to town, and showed her mother-in-law the results of her day’s work; she also gave her the leftovers from her lunch. Naomi asked her, “So where did you glean today? Whose field? GOD bless whoever it was who took such good care of you!” Ruth told her mother-in-law, “The man with whom I worked today? His name is Boaz.” Naomi said to her daughter-in-law, “Why, GOD bless that man! GOD hasn’t quite walked out on us after all! He still loves us, in bad times as well as good!” (Ruth 2.17 – 20, MSG, emphasis mine)

And that sets us up for chapters 3 and 4 – stay tuned.

In the meantime, whatever your current state, remember:

GOD hasn’t quite walked out on us after all! (Ruth 2.20, MSG)

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