Sunday afternoons are a bit of a luxury.
Now the kids are a bit more independent, the leisurely time spent relaxing is a bit of a spoil.
I like it.
The week can just stop.
Everything keeps going on around us, but we can just stop.
Donna takes the stopping bit pretty literally.
I had to check a pulse earlier.
Kidding!
Ha ha ahhhhh.
Not that funny really.
But she does like a snooze in the afternoon for health reasons.
If she doesn't get a sleep, we all die.
Kidding again.
Actually I forgot Donna likes to read these.
Oh man, I'm so dead again.
I really try not to have a giggle at Donna, but it's so hard.
Sometimes.
Most of the time it's pretty easy.
But I love her a lot because she is so kind and understanding and gentle.
Please be gentle......
Exodus 38
v22"Bezalel the son of Uri, son of Hur, of the tribe of Judah, made all that the LORD commanded Moses"
What a trooper.
Great leadership right there people.
"Bezalel, these are the instructions. This is the pile of stuff. Do it.
I don't care how. (Well I do, but, well, here's the list thing)
Let me know when you're done, I'm having a nap."
Time passes.........
"All done. MO-SES I'm do-ne."
"What's next?"
And we don't know any more about Bezalel.
But I doubt there is much more to know.
An important job.
Done well.
Done completely.
As instructed, to glorify God.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
Repeat repeat (Ex 37/ 87)
There's not much better than a long weekend.
But a long, long weekend is.
Exodus 37
Compare the details of how the altar is being made by Bezalel in this chapter to the details given to Moses by God.
They are pretty much exactly the same.
This chapter could have been shorter.
v1 And Bezalel followed Moses' instructions. He made everything fineth.
And there was much rejoicing and feasting on rams and bullocks and assorted breakfast cereals.
But I guess the purpose of what was written was to provide an accurate account of what happened. This would be passed on and so there is a good reason for so much repetition.
I wonder what Bezalel thought as he discovered what he could do.
Bang bang bang.
Wow look what I can do.
Bang bang bang
Crikey!
Bang bang bang
Oooooooo
Bang bang bang
I wonder if I can........Yeah!
Melt melt melt bend
Hey look what I can do.
I doubt he had done anything close to the precise work described.
So much of it is a single piece of gold.
So big and yet so fine.
Not unlike my good self.
heh heh.
But a long, long weekend is.
Exodus 37
Compare the details of how the altar is being made by Bezalel in this chapter to the details given to Moses by God.
They are pretty much exactly the same.
This chapter could have been shorter.
v1 And Bezalel followed Moses' instructions. He made everything fineth.
And there was much rejoicing and feasting on rams and bullocks and assorted breakfast cereals.
But I guess the purpose of what was written was to provide an accurate account of what happened. This would be passed on and so there is a good reason for so much repetition.
I wonder what Bezalel thought as he discovered what he could do.
Bang bang bang.
Wow look what I can do.
Bang bang bang
Crikey!
Bang bang bang
Oooooooo
Bang bang bang
I wonder if I can........Yeah!
Melt melt melt bend
Hey look what I can do.
I doubt he had done anything close to the precise work described.
So much of it is a single piece of gold.
So big and yet so fine.
Not unlike my good self.
heh heh.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Building Starts (Ex 36/ 86)
I'm getting fairly excited at the moment.
I'm approaching a couple of biggish milestones.
First of all I've nearly finished blogging my second book of the Bible.
Secondly, in less than 20 posts I will have made comments on 100 different occasions.
I know those two things are sort of closely connected and kind of intertwine around each other. But I needed to let people know how little a life I actually have.
These are highlights to me!
And I can't get depressed by this.
That's the really sad bit.
Irony, irony.
I tried to think "Oh whoa is me, my high point in life is getting to the end of Exodus."
But I can't feel sad or even sort of unhappyish.
Because it has sort of proven that I can do this stuff.
It may not be brilliant.
There's certainly more riveting stuff around.
And it has no pictures and stuff.
But it's all me.
Yeah!
Oh and Leviticus rises in the distance.
Looming closer and closer.
It's invigorating scent of excitement inches towards me.
Now that's something to really look forward to.
And what's that in its shadow, lurking silently beyond the horizon.
Oh.
It's Numbers.
Might be time for a holiday then.
(Today I really wanted to use the words lurking and looming. I have no idea why. It was just one of those odd thinking processes that struck me today.)
Exodus 36
So the craftsmen get stuck in straight away.
They know the plans.
They have the skills.
They just do it.
(Today's post has been brought to you by Nike. No it hasn't. Just me.)
And the people bring gifts.
And gifts.
And gifts.
And gifts.
So much that the workers say, "Stop! It's more than enough."
Never heard a tradie say that.
Reading between the lines I sense the excitement of working together in building a place to worship God.
There is no aimlessness.
No vague idea of what is meant to happen.
Direction.
And they all get into it.
I can almost hear the singing as they put it all together.
Or is that the 7 dwarves?
I'm approaching a couple of biggish milestones.
First of all I've nearly finished blogging my second book of the Bible.
Secondly, in less than 20 posts I will have made comments on 100 different occasions.
I know those two things are sort of closely connected and kind of intertwine around each other. But I needed to let people know how little a life I actually have.
These are highlights to me!
And I can't get depressed by this.
That's the really sad bit.
Irony, irony.
I tried to think "Oh whoa is me, my high point in life is getting to the end of Exodus."
But I can't feel sad or even sort of unhappyish.
Because it has sort of proven that I can do this stuff.
It may not be brilliant.
There's certainly more riveting stuff around.
And it has no pictures and stuff.
But it's all me.
Yeah!
Oh and Leviticus rises in the distance.
Looming closer and closer.
It's invigorating scent of excitement inches towards me.
Now that's something to really look forward to.
And what's that in its shadow, lurking silently beyond the horizon.
Oh.
It's Numbers.
Might be time for a holiday then.
(Today I really wanted to use the words lurking and looming. I have no idea why. It was just one of those odd thinking processes that struck me today.)
Exodus 36
So the craftsmen get stuck in straight away.
They know the plans.
They have the skills.
They just do it.
(Today's post has been brought to you by Nike. No it hasn't. Just me.)
And the people bring gifts.
And gifts.
And gifts.
And gifts.
So much that the workers say, "Stop! It's more than enough."
Never heard a tradie say that.
Reading between the lines I sense the excitement of working together in building a place to worship God.
There is no aimlessness.
No vague idea of what is meant to happen.
Direction.
And they all get into it.
I can almost hear the singing as they put it all together.
Or is that the 7 dwarves?
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Team Israel (Ex 35/ 85)
I've had my ute for almost 8 years now.
It's no piece of art.
In fact it only just could be classified a vehicle.
Over that time the amount of attention I have given it has gently dwindled away.
It still gets a semi-regular clean.
I keep an eye on the oil and water.
But that's about it.
The window seals leak.
The electricals are peculiar.
The front bumper has received some panel-beating from Donna's car.
Now I just look to the day when I can get something a bit more practical.
I don't need the functionality it used to bring when we moved or collected wood for the fire.
Now, I'm tending to want to go out and about a bit more in search of fish.
A small 4WD with some clearance would be ideal.
One day.
Today I realised how little care I had been giving it.
Gradually the amount of dirt coming form my boots or fishing stuff has been collecting under the pedals.
How much?
This afternoon when I got home, I noticed where the water drips from the dodgy window seal, 3 blades of grass growing.
I probably should mow it before the weekend.
Because it's bound to get way out of control if I don't.
Exodus 35
Everybody was summoned to complete the work on the tabernacle.
Everybody.
And everybody did their bit.
They did what they could do.
There was a minimum of expectation.
Be involved.
Do what you can do.
Learn from those around you.
What a brilliant example of team.
Only one was mentioned by name. Bezalel.
Probably due to the fact that it was highly skilled work that was needed. Without being filled by the Spirit of God
it wouldn't have happened. he was
v31"filled with skill, with intelligence, with knowledge, and with all craftsmanship"
Even then he didn't keep it for himself. He was inspired to teach others.
Contradicting the universal knowledge that
"Those that can, do. Those who can't, teach."
Apologies to any teachers who may be reading this. Particularly Mrs Hudson, who continues to scare me 25 years on.
It does imply in v21 that there were some who didn't get involved. Their hearts weren't stirred.
Yet they still enjoyed the benefits of the work.
They were still included.
They may not have received the personal satisfaction in being involved.
But they were still God's chosen people.
It's no piece of art.
In fact it only just could be classified a vehicle.
Over that time the amount of attention I have given it has gently dwindled away.
It still gets a semi-regular clean.
I keep an eye on the oil and water.
But that's about it.
The window seals leak.
The electricals are peculiar.
The front bumper has received some panel-beating from Donna's car.
Now I just look to the day when I can get something a bit more practical.
I don't need the functionality it used to bring when we moved or collected wood for the fire.
Now, I'm tending to want to go out and about a bit more in search of fish.
A small 4WD with some clearance would be ideal.
One day.
Today I realised how little care I had been giving it.
Gradually the amount of dirt coming form my boots or fishing stuff has been collecting under the pedals.
How much?
This afternoon when I got home, I noticed where the water drips from the dodgy window seal, 3 blades of grass growing.
I probably should mow it before the weekend.
Because it's bound to get way out of control if I don't.
Exodus 35
Everybody was summoned to complete the work on the tabernacle.
Everybody.
And everybody did their bit.
They did what they could do.
There was a minimum of expectation.
Be involved.
Do what you can do.
Learn from those around you.
What a brilliant example of team.
Only one was mentioned by name. Bezalel.
Probably due to the fact that it was highly skilled work that was needed. Without being filled by the Spirit of God
it wouldn't have happened. he was
v31"filled with skill, with intelligence, with knowledge, and with all craftsmanship"
Even then he didn't keep it for himself. He was inspired to teach others.
Contradicting the universal knowledge that
"Those that can, do. Those who can't, teach."
Apologies to any teachers who may be reading this. Particularly Mrs Hudson, who continues to scare me 25 years on.
It does imply in v21 that there were some who didn't get involved. Their hearts weren't stirred.
Yet they still enjoyed the benefits of the work.
They were still included.
They may not have received the personal satisfaction in being involved.
But they were still God's chosen people.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
A Glowing Head (Ex 34/ 84)
Well I did it.
At great cost to my pain barrier I set the final post in the ground today.
It has taken way longer than I first thought.
My soft delicate hands have been replaced by lumps of callouses and the odd blister.
My daughter has always said I have "lumpy" hands.
I guess she was right. My hands just didn't know it.
Until now.
18 fence posts and 2 gate posts.
Doesn't sound much.
Come to think of it, it doesn't really look like much either.
Anyhow it's done and I can return to work.
Whether it got done or not I will still be returning to work.
Shudder to think what's been building up on my desk.
Probably the bigger worry is my Inbox.
Sigh.
Donna returns from Sydney tonight.
I'm currently in a happy little place.
Everything looks alright.
I finished what I wanted to.
I had a fish on the weekend.
The kids haven't died or been struck by some weird illness.
We still have a dog.
She should be happy.
I will be.
Exodus 34
No murmuring in this chapter.
Maybe the people realise how close they were to getting wiped out.
Moses is away for 40 days and nights and there is not a peep of discontent.
Not a skerrick of muttering.
They all wait patiently for Moses to return and hear what God has planned.
I think God understands His people. I'm sure of it actually.
He makes a covenant with them, warning them not to be distracted by their neighbours and their nasty customs. He promises to clear the land of the current inhabitants as his end of the agreement. Big call.
Yep, but this comes from God, who loves His people immensely, hugely, always.
He wants whats best for them.
And He knows what isn't best for them.
No doubt this will get revisited. Over and over.
But for now, the instructions are clear and to this point the commandments are accepted.
I guess seeing Moses return with glowing skin would have some kind of impact on you.
"Hey Reuben, what's that coming down the hill all glowy like?"
"Don't know Eric. It's shiny though."
"Oo oo shiny"
"Hang on. It looks like Moses!"
"No. He doesn't glow. I think. I can't remember what he looks like."
"Yeah. It is him. Look he's got those rock things with 'im."
"Watch out for those. He likes to lob them. He nearly hit Micah with one a few weeks ago. You know when the calf thingy......"
"Oh yeah......."
"I like what he's done with his face. Not eating has given him a rosy, shiny, glowy, radioactive complexion."
"Don't let the missus know or we'll all not be eating for 40 days. Blinking trend setters. Um by the way......what's radioactive?"
"Hmmmmm, no idea."
"Gee it does glow don't it?"
"Yep. And that robe highlights his massive guns as well. I guess that comes with hacking rock out the side of a hill, carrying them around and occasionally hurling them at the ground. I prefer Zumba myself."
"What's Zumba?"
"You don't want to know. Let's check out what he's gonna tell us this time. Get a spot at the back just in case."
"Ok"
At great cost to my pain barrier I set the final post in the ground today.
It has taken way longer than I first thought.
My soft delicate hands have been replaced by lumps of callouses and the odd blister.
My daughter has always said I have "lumpy" hands.
I guess she was right. My hands just didn't know it.
Until now.
18 fence posts and 2 gate posts.
Doesn't sound much.
Come to think of it, it doesn't really look like much either.
Anyhow it's done and I can return to work.
Whether it got done or not I will still be returning to work.
Shudder to think what's been building up on my desk.
Probably the bigger worry is my Inbox.
Sigh.
Donna returns from Sydney tonight.
I'm currently in a happy little place.
Everything looks alright.
I finished what I wanted to.
I had a fish on the weekend.
The kids haven't died or been struck by some weird illness.
We still have a dog.
She should be happy.
I will be.
Exodus 34
No murmuring in this chapter.
Maybe the people realise how close they were to getting wiped out.
Moses is away for 40 days and nights and there is not a peep of discontent.
Not a skerrick of muttering.
They all wait patiently for Moses to return and hear what God has planned.
I think God understands His people. I'm sure of it actually.
He makes a covenant with them, warning them not to be distracted by their neighbours and their nasty customs. He promises to clear the land of the current inhabitants as his end of the agreement. Big call.
Yep, but this comes from God, who loves His people immensely, hugely, always.
He wants whats best for them.
And He knows what isn't best for them.
No doubt this will get revisited. Over and over.
But for now, the instructions are clear and to this point the commandments are accepted.
I guess seeing Moses return with glowing skin would have some kind of impact on you.
"Hey Reuben, what's that coming down the hill all glowy like?"
"Don't know Eric. It's shiny though."
"Oo oo shiny"
"Hang on. It looks like Moses!"
"No. He doesn't glow. I think. I can't remember what he looks like."
"Yeah. It is him. Look he's got those rock things with 'im."
"Watch out for those. He likes to lob them. He nearly hit Micah with one a few weeks ago. You know when the calf thingy......"
"Oh yeah......."
"I like what he's done with his face. Not eating has given him a rosy, shiny, glowy, radioactive complexion."
"Don't let the missus know or we'll all not be eating for 40 days. Blinking trend setters. Um by the way......what's radioactive?"
"Hmmmmm, no idea."
"Gee it does glow don't it?"
"Yep. And that robe highlights his massive guns as well. I guess that comes with hacking rock out the side of a hill, carrying them around and occasionally hurling them at the ground. I prefer Zumba myself."
"What's Zumba?"
"You don't want to know. Let's check out what he's gonna tell us this time. Get a spot at the back just in case."
"Ok"
Monday, October 25, 2010
God's Back (Ex 33/ 83)
I've been lax.
Slack.
A poor manager of time.
Distracted.
Weary.
Sore.
Really sore.
Oh Donna just rang from Sydney. Happy clap and dance.
Where was I?
Oh yeah poor sore me. blah di blah di blah.
Actually I was pretty sore from the fence stuff on Saturday. Poor excuses?
I've got heaps.
I really need to do more physical stuff. I'm getting soft in my old age.
Yeah I know sis, soft-ER.
Thanks.
Exodus 33
v11 " Thus the LORD used to speak to Moses face to face, as a man speaks to his friend."
Golly.
More on this in a bit.
Earlier God refers to the Israelites as a "stiff-necked people" again.
They don't seem to appreciate it, yet don't appear to change.
They tend to get the sulks easily.
Spoilt children without the spoiling.
I understand (sort of. I have bush walked a bit(a tiny bit)) the hardship involved in wandering through the wilderness.
Of giving up everything you knew to follow a man and follow God.
But they are going to a land they know they were promised.
They are being led by God who has demonstrated His power over and over.
Hello, pillar of cloud, pillar of fire ring any bells guys.
Yet as soon as something goes different to what they want, they crack the sads.
To the point God wants to do them all in and start again.
That He doesn't is a measure of His grace.
That He doesn't is a measure of His love.
That He doesn't is a measure of His patience.
God does find favour in Moses.
Some may argue this was because He had everything invested in Moses.
But Moses also loved this people.
Not as much as God.
But a lot.
He argues against their extermination.
He pleads for more food, more water.
He has fought for them continually since they left Egypt.
Maybe it is this passion they enables him to enjoy the relationship he has with God.
This common bond they have.
He asks God to reveal His glory to him.
What was he thinking?
Wasn't the maelstrom on the mount enough?
So God will let Moses see His back.
His back.
I have to say that again.
His back.
Moses, who knows God more than anyone, meets with God in a tent regularly and has just had a fairly deep and meaningful with Him on a mountain, can only just take in the glory emanating from God's back.
And God will let him see it.
Staggering.
Slack.
A poor manager of time.
Distracted.
Weary.
Sore.
Really sore.
Oh Donna just rang from Sydney. Happy clap and dance.
Where was I?
Oh yeah poor sore me. blah di blah di blah.
Actually I was pretty sore from the fence stuff on Saturday. Poor excuses?
I've got heaps.
I really need to do more physical stuff. I'm getting soft in my old age.
Yeah I know sis, soft-ER.
Thanks.
Exodus 33
v11 " Thus the LORD used to speak to Moses face to face, as a man speaks to his friend."
Golly.
More on this in a bit.
Earlier God refers to the Israelites as a "stiff-necked people" again.
They don't seem to appreciate it, yet don't appear to change.
They tend to get the sulks easily.
Spoilt children without the spoiling.
I understand (sort of. I have bush walked a bit(a tiny bit)) the hardship involved in wandering through the wilderness.
Of giving up everything you knew to follow a man and follow God.
But they are going to a land they know they were promised.
They are being led by God who has demonstrated His power over and over.
Hello, pillar of cloud, pillar of fire ring any bells guys.
Yet as soon as something goes different to what they want, they crack the sads.
To the point God wants to do them all in and start again.
That He doesn't is a measure of His grace.
That He doesn't is a measure of His love.
That He doesn't is a measure of His patience.
God does find favour in Moses.
Some may argue this was because He had everything invested in Moses.
But Moses also loved this people.
Not as much as God.
But a lot.
He argues against their extermination.
He pleads for more food, more water.
He has fought for them continually since they left Egypt.
Maybe it is this passion they enables him to enjoy the relationship he has with God.
This common bond they have.
He asks God to reveal His glory to him.
What was he thinking?
Wasn't the maelstrom on the mount enough?
So God will let Moses see His back.
His back.
I have to say that again.
His back.
Moses, who knows God more than anyone, meets with God in a tent regularly and has just had a fairly deep and meaningful with Him on a mountain, can only just take in the glory emanating from God's back.
And God will let him see it.
Staggering.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Ouch (Ex 32/ 82)
I want to return to my nice office.
With all its lovely paperwork, deadlines and comfy chairs.
With its requests from others for help.
NOW. If that's ok.
I want to return to my difficult clients and over-scheduling nightmares.
Because at the moment my body aches.
I'm in pain.
My arms and neck are burnt.
My shins have felt the wrath of a machine that operates at their height with a nasty habit of kicking out like a mule every couple of minutes.
My shoulders are worn out from the labour of mixing cement and trundling wheel barrows.
Trundling them,
Not to market. No.
Not laden with eider and soft lace. No.
But full of cement.
My back has been broken at least 4 times, possibly 7.
But
at
least
I
got
my fence
started.
Whoopee.
Dead.
Actually I'm not too bad.
Just as well.
As I have to try and finish the posts tomorrow.
I do have a bit of a blister on my thumb.
My wonky thumb.
Looks like a fish.
My thumb, not the blister.
Long story for another time.
Exodus 32
Oh bother. This chapter.
A few things annoy me here.
One.
The people get annoyed that Moses is late back from the chat with God.
Yet.
The cloud is still on the mountain.
God is speaking with thunder, lightning and earthquakes.
Hard to miss that.
And it's only been a few days.
They've seen the plagues.
They've seen the Red Sea divide.
They've seen manna.
They've seen quail in abundance.
They've seen water come from a rock.
They've seen bitter water made good.
But they can't wait until Moses is finished with God.
Two.
Aaron is a fool.
"Oh the people gave me their gold and I threw it in the fire and this golden calf came out. Oh wow"
Oh ppppuuullleeeaaassseee.
Come on bloke. that is weak.
"Oh, but you know the people. They are set on being evil."
Moses probably had a backhander ready about now.
When we make a bad decision, it makes no sense to make it worse.
Aaron's character wouldn't let him own up to a bad call. Instead it made things worse with some half-baked lame excuse.
Moses is able to make God change His mind.
He pleads the case not to obliterate the people for their sin successfully.
Instead of destruction he sent a plague.
Still, Moses got God to change His mind.
That one will mystify me greatly for a while.
Great. Now it's raining outside.
Silly qualification.
As opposed to last week when it rained inside.
Just hope it stops.
With all its lovely paperwork, deadlines and comfy chairs.
With its requests from others for help.
NOW. If that's ok.
I want to return to my difficult clients and over-scheduling nightmares.
Because at the moment my body aches.
I'm in pain.
My arms and neck are burnt.
My shins have felt the wrath of a machine that operates at their height with a nasty habit of kicking out like a mule every couple of minutes.
My shoulders are worn out from the labour of mixing cement and trundling wheel barrows.
Trundling them,
Not to market. No.
Not laden with eider and soft lace. No.
But full of cement.
My back has been broken at least 4 times, possibly 7.
But
at
least
I
got
my fence
started.
Whoopee.
Dead.
Actually I'm not too bad.
Just as well.
As I have to try and finish the posts tomorrow.
I do have a bit of a blister on my thumb.
My wonky thumb.
Looks like a fish.
My thumb, not the blister.
Long story for another time.
Exodus 32
Oh bother. This chapter.
A few things annoy me here.
One.
The people get annoyed that Moses is late back from the chat with God.
Yet.
The cloud is still on the mountain.
God is speaking with thunder, lightning and earthquakes.
Hard to miss that.
And it's only been a few days.
They've seen the plagues.
They've seen the Red Sea divide.
They've seen manna.
They've seen quail in abundance.
They've seen water come from a rock.
They've seen bitter water made good.
But they can't wait until Moses is finished with God.
Two.
Aaron is a fool.
"Oh the people gave me their gold and I threw it in the fire and this golden calf came out. Oh wow"
Oh ppppuuullleeeaaassseee.
Come on bloke. that is weak.
"Oh, but you know the people. They are set on being evil."
Moses probably had a backhander ready about now.
When we make a bad decision, it makes no sense to make it worse.
Aaron's character wouldn't let him own up to a bad call. Instead it made things worse with some half-baked lame excuse.
Moses is able to make God change His mind.
He pleads the case not to obliterate the people for their sin successfully.
Instead of destruction he sent a plague.
Still, Moses got God to change His mind.
That one will mystify me greatly for a while.
Great. Now it's raining outside.
Silly qualification.
As opposed to last week when it rained inside.
Just hope it stops.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Rest (Ex 31/ 81)
Here I am at the computer again.
The couch in the lounge is empty.
There is no smell of tea.
I don't have to answer the question "Can I get you anything?"
I am not distracted by the sound of another keyboard.
It seems quiet.
Too quiet.
Only 5 days to go.
Golly it reads like someone died doesn't it?
Words are weird how they can convey incorrect emotions.
Or maybe that's the fault of the wordsmith. :(
Exodus 31
With all the fine work required, a craftsman of exceptional ability was also needed.
Bezalel makes up for a dodgy name with those abilities, given by God.
For someone who could create a sunrise, a galaxy, a spider's web, this other stuff would be a cinch.
So God gives this man the talent and skills to carry out the work.
And for all the work that needed to be done, something to remember.
Don't forget to rest.
It is important to rest on the seventh day.
Not just to take it easy.
It had another reason.
It shows the covenant between God and His people.
Rest.
Be refreshed.
And God gives Moses the two tablets with all the details and the laws.
Heavy bits of stone methinks.
The couch in the lounge is empty.
There is no smell of tea.
I don't have to answer the question "Can I get you anything?"
I am not distracted by the sound of another keyboard.
It seems quiet.
Too quiet.
Only 5 days to go.
Golly it reads like someone died doesn't it?
Words are weird how they can convey incorrect emotions.
Or maybe that's the fault of the wordsmith. :(
Exodus 31
With all the fine work required, a craftsman of exceptional ability was also needed.
Bezalel makes up for a dodgy name with those abilities, given by God.
For someone who could create a sunrise, a galaxy, a spider's web, this other stuff would be a cinch.
So God gives this man the talent and skills to carry out the work.
And for all the work that needed to be done, something to remember.
Don't forget to rest.
It is important to rest on the seventh day.
Not just to take it easy.
It had another reason.
It shows the covenant between God and His people.
Rest.
Be refreshed.
And God gives Moses the two tablets with all the details and the laws.
Heavy bits of stone methinks.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
My Poor Little Ute (Ex 30/ 80)
My old faithful ute nearly died today.
It was quite a scary few moments at the landscape supplies yard.
The half metre of gravel mix was gently tipped into the tray by the female driver.
Yes female.
Lovely lady but made me feel a tad inferior.
By a gigamile.
Like, she knew how to drive the big yellow thing with the scoop in the front. She also dumped the whole load exactly in the middle of the back bit of my ute.
She also called the stuff I called gravel something else that made it sound so much better.
Anyway when the load was dumped, my little ute dropped like a (insert appropriate analogy here as I can only think of ones I shouldn't use).
I lost sight of the top of the tyres and I thought the suspension would bust.
Kindly, the nice lady gave me some rather clever advice like "Drive carefully."
Kind of of burst the bubble of awe and admiration I had of her to that point.
It was a slow drive home.
Cornering was very, very interesting.
And felt peculiar.
Sort of like driving on bubbles that might pop at any moment.
So were some of the comments I supposed the drivers behind me had, as I dawdled along the highway at 50k's at 4:45 in the afternoon.
I did pull over twice to let the steady stream behind me past.
Yay me.
The bottom of the ute scraped the drive as I drove up.
Not sure how to handle the next load.
Might just get it delivered.
Piker.
Exodus 30
Okay, I have a confession tonight.
I have found the last 4 or 5 chapters really, really boring.
There I said it out loud.
That makes no sense when typing.
It was loud in my head.
They've been a struggle both reading and commenting.
I can't wait for Leviticus. *eyes roll*
But it wasn't meant to be easy.
And deep inside I knew it wouldn't be.
But golly, do something people, God, someone.
Quickly. Please.
See it just not the Gen Y'ers who need stuff to happen NOW.
Cubits, curtains, robes, gold, stones, ram fat, weights, measures, rings.........
Aaaaahhhhhhhh!
That feels better now.
Onwards.
So Moses is still on the mount taking all these details in.
The details of the altar are given and the process of consecrating the priests.
Important stuff. You do not want to forget, for example to wash in water before offering a burnt food offering to God.
v20 "..... to burn a food offering to the LORD, they shall wash with water, so that they may not die."
So much detail.
As I said before, really important detail.
Most of it goes over my head. Maybe because I am intimidated by all those instructions. It seems way too much. I can't fathom the reasons behind most, if not all of it.
There must be significant call for it to be just so.
Possibly health and hygiene concerns to cater for.
Symbolic and cultural aspects that need to be addressed.
Any of those and maybe none of those.
I don't really think I can do any justice to this on just one reading.
This odyssey I have embarked upon has made me realise though, that these chapters are important. They are in the Bible for good reason and just because I don't get it doesn't make it so.
I actually got that sliver of insight a while ago but this section has brought it home somewhat. A tendency to overlook or skim through the "dull" bits could equate to lost opportunities to glean important aspects about God and His word.
You have to take it ALL.
Not just the "good", "interesting" bits.
But I so want Judges or Kings to come soon.
It was quite a scary few moments at the landscape supplies yard.
The half metre of gravel mix was gently tipped into the tray by the female driver.
Yes female.
Lovely lady but made me feel a tad inferior.
By a gigamile.
Like, she knew how to drive the big yellow thing with the scoop in the front. She also dumped the whole load exactly in the middle of the back bit of my ute.
She also called the stuff I called gravel something else that made it sound so much better.
Anyway when the load was dumped, my little ute dropped like a (insert appropriate analogy here as I can only think of ones I shouldn't use).
I lost sight of the top of the tyres and I thought the suspension would bust.
Kindly, the nice lady gave me some rather clever advice like "Drive carefully."
Kind of of burst the bubble of awe and admiration I had of her to that point.
It was a slow drive home.
Cornering was very, very interesting.
And felt peculiar.
Sort of like driving on bubbles that might pop at any moment.
So were some of the comments I supposed the drivers behind me had, as I dawdled along the highway at 50k's at 4:45 in the afternoon.
I did pull over twice to let the steady stream behind me past.
Yay me.
The bottom of the ute scraped the drive as I drove up.
Not sure how to handle the next load.
Might just get it delivered.
Piker.
Exodus 30
Okay, I have a confession tonight.
I have found the last 4 or 5 chapters really, really boring.
There I said it out loud.
That makes no sense when typing.
It was loud in my head.
They've been a struggle both reading and commenting.
I can't wait for Leviticus. *eyes roll*
But it wasn't meant to be easy.
And deep inside I knew it wouldn't be.
But golly, do something people, God, someone.
Quickly. Please.
See it just not the Gen Y'ers who need stuff to happen NOW.
Cubits, curtains, robes, gold, stones, ram fat, weights, measures, rings.........
Aaaaahhhhhhhh!
That feels better now.
Onwards.
So Moses is still on the mount taking all these details in.
The details of the altar are given and the process of consecrating the priests.
Important stuff. You do not want to forget, for example to wash in water before offering a burnt food offering to God.
v20 "..... to burn a food offering to the LORD, they shall wash with water, so that they may not die."
So much detail.
As I said before, really important detail.
Most of it goes over my head. Maybe because I am intimidated by all those instructions. It seems way too much. I can't fathom the reasons behind most, if not all of it.
There must be significant call for it to be just so.
Possibly health and hygiene concerns to cater for.
Symbolic and cultural aspects that need to be addressed.
Any of those and maybe none of those.
I don't really think I can do any justice to this on just one reading.
This odyssey I have embarked upon has made me realise though, that these chapters are important. They are in the Bible for good reason and just because I don't get it doesn't make it so.
I actually got that sliver of insight a while ago but this section has brought it home somewhat. A tendency to overlook or skim through the "dull" bits could equate to lost opportunities to glean important aspects about God and His word.
You have to take it ALL.
Not just the "good", "interesting" bits.
But I so want Judges or Kings to come soon.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
I Did a Bad, Bad Thing (Ex 29/ 79)
I feel I have a confession to make to the almighty Blog.
It's been 3 nights since my last post.
I meant to post last night. I really, really did.
I wish I had an excuse for not posting.
On Saturday night, I needed to spend time with Donna.
It wasn't demanded. It wasn't requested. I just needed to spend time with my partner in life. It was great.
Sunday night......
Well Sunday is always going to be Sunday.
Fairly busy. Some down time. A bit of both.
But the head wasn't working by blogging time. It happens.
But last night.
I just didn't blog.
No good reason apart from the fact that I just didn't blog.
Why do I feel I've committed some heinous act? What's that about? It's not like I squashed a kitten or ate a goldfish.
Maybe it's because I talked about my blog on Saturday to some friends. I gave them the big spiel.
Performance anxiety perhaps? Couldn't come up with some quality writing so I did nothing?
Don't know. But now I have that out of my system I feel in mood to write some more.
Sorry.
Maybe the quiet was better?
Too bad.
Exodus 29
Aaron and the priests are dressed in clean immaculate garments. Then they are cleaned again and covered in oil. Then they are sprayed in blood and fat.
My image of a priest encompassed the first part of the picture but struggles with the second.
The covered in blood and fat bit.
Some butchery skills were to be required.
Anatomy of sheep and cows also a necessity.
7 bulls sacrificed for sin offerings in a week.
2 lambs sacrificed each day.
That's a lot of blood.
That's a lot of burning.
That's a nasty manky smell.
Each day there was a process before meeting with God.
Phew and what a process.
Not today.
Someone else has stood in place of the priests and the sacrifices. Blood was shed and covered not a beautiful garment, but something more hideous. Something that kept us from getting close to God.
I know there must have been some that wished they were a priest. Not me. I would daily thank me parents they were not Levites. Especially around the morning and evening.
Not a job for the squeamish of stomach.
Maybe if I was a Levite I could have brought a note from Mum to get out of it.
I'd try anyway.
"Hey we need someone to cut up this ram and wave the kidneys and tail fat around. Let me see.......You there cowering near the buckets. You'll do. See Aaron. The guy with the funny hat covered in blood. He'll show you what to do. Oh and be careful where you step. It's slippery."
I have this friend though who knows how to wield a knife quite well. He is certainly adroit at slicing animals up.
Hmmmmm.
No, I'm not going anywhere particular with this train of thought.
Just pondering.
Hmmmmm.
It's been 3 nights since my last post.
I meant to post last night. I really, really did.
I wish I had an excuse for not posting.
On Saturday night, I needed to spend time with Donna.
It wasn't demanded. It wasn't requested. I just needed to spend time with my partner in life. It was great.
Sunday night......
Well Sunday is always going to be Sunday.
Fairly busy. Some down time. A bit of both.
But the head wasn't working by blogging time. It happens.
But last night.
I just didn't blog.
No good reason apart from the fact that I just didn't blog.
Why do I feel I've committed some heinous act? What's that about? It's not like I squashed a kitten or ate a goldfish.
Maybe it's because I talked about my blog on Saturday to some friends. I gave them the big spiel.
Performance anxiety perhaps? Couldn't come up with some quality writing so I did nothing?
Don't know. But now I have that out of my system I feel in mood to write some more.
Sorry.
Maybe the quiet was better?
Too bad.
Exodus 29
Aaron and the priests are dressed in clean immaculate garments. Then they are cleaned again and covered in oil. Then they are sprayed in blood and fat.
My image of a priest encompassed the first part of the picture but struggles with the second.
The covered in blood and fat bit.
Some butchery skills were to be required.
Anatomy of sheep and cows also a necessity.
7 bulls sacrificed for sin offerings in a week.
2 lambs sacrificed each day.
That's a lot of blood.
That's a lot of burning.
That's a nasty manky smell.
Each day there was a process before meeting with God.
Phew and what a process.
Not today.
Someone else has stood in place of the priests and the sacrifices. Blood was shed and covered not a beautiful garment, but something more hideous. Something that kept us from getting close to God.
I know there must have been some that wished they were a priest. Not me. I would daily thank me parents they were not Levites. Especially around the morning and evening.
Not a job for the squeamish of stomach.
Maybe if I was a Levite I could have brought a note from Mum to get out of it.
I'd try anyway.
"Hey we need someone to cut up this ram and wave the kidneys and tail fat around. Let me see.......You there cowering near the buckets. You'll do. See Aaron. The guy with the funny hat covered in blood. He'll show you what to do. Oh and be careful where you step. It's slippery."
I have this friend though who knows how to wield a knife quite well. He is certainly adroit at slicing animals up.
Hmmmmm.
No, I'm not going anywhere particular with this train of thought.
Just pondering.
Hmmmmm.
Friday, October 15, 2010
Mockingness (Ex 28/ 78)
I am generally fairly aware of my surroundings.
As long as I'm not trying to find somewhere specific.
I can catch bits of conversations around me, and could (yes, could) take in information from a number of different sources at once.
I remember bewildering my mum when I was younger by simultaneously reading a book while watching TV and listening to a record.
Yes, a record.
An LP.
Or possibly an EP. I had a few of those.
Kids, ask your parents.
I doubt even google would shed much light on records.
Anyway, I can be quite in tune with my surroundings.
This was apparent today after a seemingly inocuous facebook post.
I complained of a sore ear and throat.
There's my first problem.
Normally I won't complain.
I dislike it as 1. It's unlikely to change anything
and 2. It bugs other people.
I was neither seeking sympathy or assistance.
Maybe I should have voiced that.
My mocking sensor was well and truly sounding by this afternoon.
There was no real evidence.
But I knew it was happening.
I'm a bloke.
I have a sore ear.
I made it public.
There references to small fluffy animals.
There was sighs of understanding.
Sincerity was unclear.
But I know what it's like to sit in front of facebook and think of something to submit. But just before hitting the "ENTER" key, deciding my comment shouldn't be made public and deleted.
The thought is still there, just deep inside and not published.
I know it's out there.
Lurking.
What's more I believe the mocking was laced with traces of estrogen.
Strong traces.
Well I am still feeling the same.
I won't tell anyone though.
I expect to keep this secret until the suffering passes.
For those concerned that I am cross or stressed, fear not.
I am neither.
I keep rereading what I have written, but cannot ascertain whether the intent of "tongue in cheek" comes across.
I can't read with any neutrality.
My determination to not delete has struck again and I fear rewriting may cause much mental anguish.
Soooooooooo take the above as you would.
I'm fine about it.
And so's my ear.
Exodus 28
I wonder how much of garments and other seemingly ostentatious design were for the purpose of pleasing God, and how much were pleasing the people.
They had no king and their leader was from the wilderness.
They had a God they couldn't see, but knew Him to be all powerful.
If the robes were simple would they be distracted by the rituals of neighbours?
Did they need the impressive stuff to feel important?
Better than others.
I know there is symbolism in the aspects of the tabernacle, altar, ark and clothing.
I just don't get it all and need to do some research.
You need time to do that and unfortunately I have a short resource of that.
It's on a list to follow up though.
With everything else.
When you worship the God who made everything, why not do it with the best you can build?
Honour and respect.
Not only in the design but in the manner they were created.
Very talented craftsmen.
Greatly gifted.
Again God makes a way.
It still seems too harsh.
The top bit.
Sorry.
As long as I'm not trying to find somewhere specific.
I can catch bits of conversations around me, and could (yes, could) take in information from a number of different sources at once.
I remember bewildering my mum when I was younger by simultaneously reading a book while watching TV and listening to a record.
Yes, a record.
An LP.
Or possibly an EP. I had a few of those.
Kids, ask your parents.
I doubt even google would shed much light on records.
Anyway, I can be quite in tune with my surroundings.
This was apparent today after a seemingly inocuous facebook post.
I complained of a sore ear and throat.
There's my first problem.
Normally I won't complain.
I dislike it as 1. It's unlikely to change anything
and 2. It bugs other people.
I was neither seeking sympathy or assistance.
Maybe I should have voiced that.
My mocking sensor was well and truly sounding by this afternoon.
There was no real evidence.
But I knew it was happening.
I'm a bloke.
I have a sore ear.
I made it public.
There references to small fluffy animals.
There was sighs of understanding.
Sincerity was unclear.
But I know what it's like to sit in front of facebook and think of something to submit. But just before hitting the "ENTER" key, deciding my comment shouldn't be made public and deleted.
The thought is still there, just deep inside and not published.
I know it's out there.
Lurking.
What's more I believe the mocking was laced with traces of estrogen.
Strong traces.
Well I am still feeling the same.
I won't tell anyone though.
I expect to keep this secret until the suffering passes.
For those concerned that I am cross or stressed, fear not.
I am neither.
I keep rereading what I have written, but cannot ascertain whether the intent of "tongue in cheek" comes across.
I can't read with any neutrality.
My determination to not delete has struck again and I fear rewriting may cause much mental anguish.
Soooooooooo take the above as you would.
I'm fine about it.
And so's my ear.
Exodus 28
I wonder how much of garments and other seemingly ostentatious design were for the purpose of pleasing God, and how much were pleasing the people.
They had no king and their leader was from the wilderness.
They had a God they couldn't see, but knew Him to be all powerful.
If the robes were simple would they be distracted by the rituals of neighbours?
Did they need the impressive stuff to feel important?
Better than others.
I know there is symbolism in the aspects of the tabernacle, altar, ark and clothing.
I just don't get it all and need to do some research.
You need time to do that and unfortunately I have a short resource of that.
It's on a list to follow up though.
With everything else.
When you worship the God who made everything, why not do it with the best you can build?
Honour and respect.
Not only in the design but in the manner they were created.
Very talented craftsmen.
Greatly gifted.
Again God makes a way.
It still seems too harsh.
The top bit.
Sorry.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Nearly Finished the Instructions (Ex 27/ 77)
Not much in my head today.
Finished my screen training and it's a bit full.
Hang on.
That's a contradiction.
Not much in my full head!
Maybe I have thought constipation.
Eewwww.
Don't want to be around when it gets flowing again.
Donna will probably wear the brunt of my cranial diarrhea.
Poor girl.
Send commiserations now.
It could be messy.
Really messy.
Or blabbery.
Exodus 27
And so the altar and court instructions are given.
The tabernacle was the place were God manifested His presence,
the people needed a place to sacrifice.
Hence the court.
It interests me that the altar was made from acacia wood.
From memory some sacrifices included burning.
Wouldn't the wood burn?
Or is it overlaid in bronze?
This sort of makes sense from a weight point of view.
The wood would make it lighter to carry and
easier to work with in the actual making of the altar.
I like using "wood" and "would" close together in sentences.
All the rings and poles make it evident this is all set up for transporting.
I'm just glad it wasn't me doing the carrying.
Finished my screen training and it's a bit full.
Hang on.
That's a contradiction.
Not much in my full head!
Maybe I have thought constipation.
Eewwww.
Don't want to be around when it gets flowing again.
Donna will probably wear the brunt of my cranial diarrhea.
Poor girl.
Send commiserations now.
It could be messy.
Really messy.
Or blabbery.
Exodus 27
And so the altar and court instructions are given.
The tabernacle was the place were God manifested His presence,
the people needed a place to sacrifice.
Hence the court.
It interests me that the altar was made from acacia wood.
From memory some sacrifices included burning.
Wouldn't the wood burn?
Or is it overlaid in bronze?
This sort of makes sense from a weight point of view.
The wood would make it lighter to carry and
easier to work with in the actual making of the altar.
I like using "wood" and "would" close together in sentences.
All the rings and poles make it evident this is all set up for transporting.
I'm just glad it wasn't me doing the carrying.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Milkshakes. I love Milkshakes (Ex 26/ 76)
I was driving home after a longish day.
Day one of a two day introduction to a new screening model for alcohol and other drugs and mental health issues in indigenous clients.
Anyway I was driving home and I thought
"I could really do a milkshake now."
So I grabbed some ice-cream on the way home and waited.
Waited for the kids to get home.
Waited for tea to be finished.
Waited to get the dishes finished.
And then it was time.
I scooped out the creamy ice-cream.
I squeezed in lashings of chocolate topping.
I sloshed in the milk.
Full cream of course.
Wacked the cup into the milkshake maker and hit the button.
Actually there isn't a button, but I wasn't sure how to say, I twisted the top of the milkshake maker to frappe, succinctly. But there you go.
Switched it to 1 to break the ice-cream down.
Then to 2 to get that smooth creamy blend.
Not too short.
You need to be sure the chocolate has lifted from the bottom and mixed completely.
Then quickly back to 1 to get the maximum aerated thickness of decadent dairy.
Ease it off.
Disconnect the cup.
The cool bubbles of chocolatey air.
The richness of cold, creamy milk.
Enjoyed greatly.
I love milkshakes.
I really do.
Oh and the kids do too.
So I made 2 more.
Donna had some of mine.
Exodus 26
God sure liked curtains!
The tabernacle was certainly an intricate design for a portable tent.
So much detail.
So much care.
The ornateness set it apart from any other dwelling.
The dwelling of a King.
How would the craftsmen feel about making such a masterpiece?
Not just a fancy tent.
Not just a place of worship.
A place that the God who delivered them from Egypt, who spoke with thunder and lightning, who shook the earth, was going to inhabit.
It is probably the most refined, perfect set of curtains ever constructed.
But it's purpose was just as important.
This was going to be the focus of the entire camp.
All other dwellings would radiate from this one masterpiece.
But golly, how much would it weigh?
Then again, it wasn't as if the weight hadn't already been carried by someone.
They had all the materials at hand.
Now, they just looked a bit better.
Day one of a two day introduction to a new screening model for alcohol and other drugs and mental health issues in indigenous clients.
Anyway I was driving home and I thought
"I could really do a milkshake now."
So I grabbed some ice-cream on the way home and waited.
Waited for the kids to get home.
Waited for tea to be finished.
Waited to get the dishes finished.
And then it was time.
I scooped out the creamy ice-cream.
I squeezed in lashings of chocolate topping.
I sloshed in the milk.
Full cream of course.
Wacked the cup into the milkshake maker and hit the button.
Actually there isn't a button, but I wasn't sure how to say, I twisted the top of the milkshake maker to frappe, succinctly. But there you go.
Switched it to 1 to break the ice-cream down.
Then to 2 to get that smooth creamy blend.
Not too short.
You need to be sure the chocolate has lifted from the bottom and mixed completely.
Then quickly back to 1 to get the maximum aerated thickness of decadent dairy.
Ease it off.
Disconnect the cup.
The cool bubbles of chocolatey air.
The richness of cold, creamy milk.
Enjoyed greatly.
I love milkshakes.
I really do.
Oh and the kids do too.
So I made 2 more.
Donna had some of mine.
Exodus 26
God sure liked curtains!
The tabernacle was certainly an intricate design for a portable tent.
So much detail.
So much care.
The ornateness set it apart from any other dwelling.
The dwelling of a King.
How would the craftsmen feel about making such a masterpiece?
Not just a fancy tent.
Not just a place of worship.
A place that the God who delivered them from Egypt, who spoke with thunder and lightning, who shook the earth, was going to inhabit.
It is probably the most refined, perfect set of curtains ever constructed.
But it's purpose was just as important.
This was going to be the focus of the entire camp.
All other dwellings would radiate from this one masterpiece.
But golly, how much would it weigh?
Then again, it wasn't as if the weight hadn't already been carried by someone.
They had all the materials at hand.
Now, they just looked a bit better.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Another Ark (Ex 25/ 75)
A big day today and I feel a little sleepy.
Maybe more of a few big late nights.
Trouble sleeping on Sunday.
Got sucked into watching Shawshank Redemption to the end last night.
All self induced.
All my choices.
Don't really know why I'm waffling away about it.
Not really looking for sympathy or anything.
Just stating the facts.
Nothing but facts M'am.
I have just noticed that this is the 75th chapter I have written about.
Yay.
Still a long way to go.
Generally I am still enthralled by the process.
The mind process.
Not the typing and posting so much as the thinking of how the thoughts come out. I don't even think I've repeated too much, if anything.
This was one of my main concerns early on.
It may still be an issue later.
But I don't think I'll worry too much about that now.
I think I'll worry about..........why I have so much hair coming out of my ears.
Stupid hairy ears.
I must be part hobbit of something.
Without hairy feet, just ears.
Weird.
Exodus 25
My first reaction to this chapter was to ask where did they get all the stuff from?
The gold.
The onyx.
The scarlet and purple linen.
The goat hair yarn. (Actually I'm pretty sure they would have had some of this laying around)
Then after a brief pause to think.
............
I remembered the gifts the Egyptians gave them on leaving Egypt.
That would be it.
Secondly I thought the Israelites may have been glad that God chose to meet with them from the ark. The tabernacle.
It was a darn sight easier to carry around than the mountain He was having a chat with Moses from at that moment.
As heavy as all that gold was, Mount Sinai weighed, well you know, a bit more.
It's also hard to get handles to fit a mountain.
And the ring things don't really stick that well.
And often there are more than 4 sides and so you'd need significantly more ring things and poles and stuff to carry it.
Never going to happen was it?
Really.
Totally impractical.
So the ark was a good idea.
An added thought was the practical nature of all the candles and lamps.
We have a kangaroo hide that if you held up, well, it's not the most transparent of materials. I figure a goat's skin could be similar.
So if you have a tent made from goat skin, not much light is going to get in.
So as well as symbolic, the candlestick and lamp stand were useful to see inside.
Co-incidental?
I doubt it muchly.
Infinite wisdom shown before is seen again.
Maybe more of a few big late nights.
Trouble sleeping on Sunday.
Got sucked into watching Shawshank Redemption to the end last night.
All self induced.
All my choices.
Don't really know why I'm waffling away about it.
Not really looking for sympathy or anything.
Just stating the facts.
Nothing but facts M'am.
I have just noticed that this is the 75th chapter I have written about.
Yay.
Still a long way to go.
Generally I am still enthralled by the process.
The mind process.
Not the typing and posting so much as the thinking of how the thoughts come out. I don't even think I've repeated too much, if anything.
This was one of my main concerns early on.
It may still be an issue later.
But I don't think I'll worry too much about that now.
I think I'll worry about..........why I have so much hair coming out of my ears.
Stupid hairy ears.
I must be part hobbit of something.
Without hairy feet, just ears.
Weird.
Exodus 25
My first reaction to this chapter was to ask where did they get all the stuff from?
The gold.
The onyx.
The scarlet and purple linen.
The goat hair yarn. (Actually I'm pretty sure they would have had some of this laying around)
Then after a brief pause to think.
............
I remembered the gifts the Egyptians gave them on leaving Egypt.
That would be it.
Secondly I thought the Israelites may have been glad that God chose to meet with them from the ark. The tabernacle.
It was a darn sight easier to carry around than the mountain He was having a chat with Moses from at that moment.
As heavy as all that gold was, Mount Sinai weighed, well you know, a bit more.
It's also hard to get handles to fit a mountain.
And the ring things don't really stick that well.
And often there are more than 4 sides and so you'd need significantly more ring things and poles and stuff to carry it.
Never going to happen was it?
Really.
Totally impractical.
So the ark was a good idea.
An added thought was the practical nature of all the candles and lamps.
We have a kangaroo hide that if you held up, well, it's not the most transparent of materials. I figure a goat's skin could be similar.
So if you have a tent made from goat skin, not much light is going to get in.
So as well as symbolic, the candlestick and lamp stand were useful to see inside.
Co-incidental?
I doubt it muchly.
Infinite wisdom shown before is seen again.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Moving and Moses Memory (Ex 24 /74)
I changed my office around today.
It's not that I didn't have a particularly busy day.
It was really busy.
If my boss is reading this as he is sometimes prone to, it was extremely busy and I did lots and lots.
After I rearranged my furniture.
I'm not even sure why I started.
There was just a gap at the end of one desk that looked like the other desk might fit.
It did.
Wow.
I could have measured it, but I thought it would be easier to just unplug all the electronic stuff and move it all and then see if it would work or not.
As I said, it did.
Phew.
I also found some study papers I forgot.
AND some brochures I forgot about.
And.........
maybe I should have left everything as it was.
Maybe.
Probably.
Exodus 24
Although the people said "All the words that the LORD has spoken we will do."
They probably thought "All the words that the LORD has spoken we will do. As long as it means we can move on, I'm getting bored and hungry and this mountain just isn't doing it for me anymore."
Quickly followed by
"I wouldn't have agreed if I'd known you were going to chuck blood all over me. Since when does beige (they may have referred to their clothes as latte but I'll say beige for simplicity) and red go together with brown sandals and goat?"
I am amazed as Moses' memory.
There was a lot of information to take in and relay accurately. In the midst of all the thunder, lightning and earthquakes he remembered it all.
I can't even remember what I wrote last night.
Except for Exodus 23.
I probably used the letter "e" a bit, but everything else is blurry and dim.
*Insert predictable but inappropriate comment here. I know you want to and have no self-discipline.*
I have never noticed before that God does refer to both LAW and COMMANDMENTS.
I have used those words interchangeably.
But there's the basic Ten Commandments accompanied with the extra detail in how those commandments should be followed.
Red tape stuff basically.
Probably.
But important detail as I have previously typed and so will not do so again.
:p
It's not that I didn't have a particularly busy day.
It was really busy.
If my boss is reading this as he is sometimes prone to, it was extremely busy and I did lots and lots.
After I rearranged my furniture.
I'm not even sure why I started.
There was just a gap at the end of one desk that looked like the other desk might fit.
It did.
Wow.
I could have measured it, but I thought it would be easier to just unplug all the electronic stuff and move it all and then see if it would work or not.
As I said, it did.
Phew.
I also found some study papers I forgot.
AND some brochures I forgot about.
And.........
maybe I should have left everything as it was.
Maybe.
Probably.
Exodus 24
Although the people said "All the words that the LORD has spoken we will do."
They probably thought "All the words that the LORD has spoken we will do. As long as it means we can move on, I'm getting bored and hungry and this mountain just isn't doing it for me anymore."
Quickly followed by
"I wouldn't have agreed if I'd known you were going to chuck blood all over me. Since when does beige (they may have referred to their clothes as latte but I'll say beige for simplicity) and red go together with brown sandals and goat?"
I am amazed as Moses' memory.
There was a lot of information to take in and relay accurately. In the midst of all the thunder, lightning and earthquakes he remembered it all.
I can't even remember what I wrote last night.
Except for Exodus 23.
I probably used the letter "e" a bit, but everything else is blurry and dim.
*Insert predictable but inappropriate comment here. I know you want to and have no self-discipline.*
I have never noticed before that God does refer to both LAW and COMMANDMENTS.
I have used those words interchangeably.
But there's the basic Ten Commandments accompanied with the extra detail in how those commandments should be followed.
Red tape stuff basically.
Probably.
But important detail as I have previously typed and so will not do so again.
:p
Sunday, October 10, 2010
More Laws and My Bad (Ex 23/ 73)
It would appear I failed to blog last night.
Appearances are everything because I didn't.
It wasn't even that I forgot or had a good reason to not have posted anything.
Caught up in a day of mowing.
Had a bath. (Which I rarely do)
And then friends over for tea and a movie.
I could have.
I maybe should have.
But I didn't.
Boo hoo.
I had sort of thought of compensating by doing two today.
One this afternoon.
And another tonight.
But that hasn't worked out either.
Perils of a busy life I guess.
I sort of feel I owe somebody an apology.
But I won't.
I do feel bad for not saying "oopsy, my bad. I'm sorry."
Nah!
Who am I trying to kid.
It's all good and now I will continue.
Exodus 23
Again the people are instructed on ways to live in harmony.
The specifics in some of the laws stagger me slightly.
v19 "You shall not boil a young goat in its mother's milk."
It seems fairly exact. So I guess there was a reason for it.
Some brief research: who, it is said, at the end of their harvest, seethed a kid in its dam's milk, and sprinkled that milk-pottage, in a magical way, upon their gardens and fields, to make them more fruitful next year. But Israel must abhor such foolish customs.
Puts some context to that.
God knew the customs of those around the people.
He knew what would need to be discouraged.
He just knows.
Hence specific laws.
Wow.
Even the laws concerning their neighbours worship of fertility gods and poles and stuff. God promises no miscarriages. No barrenness. Again awareness of why others are tempted to worship these things, to encourage birth and increase, enables God to cut this off before it starts.
It's funny when it says "...and I will send hornets before you, which shall drive out the Hivites..."
Hiveites. Get it.
Have a great week all.
Appearances are everything because I didn't.
It wasn't even that I forgot or had a good reason to not have posted anything.
Caught up in a day of mowing.
Had a bath. (Which I rarely do)
And then friends over for tea and a movie.
I could have.
I maybe should have.
But I didn't.
Boo hoo.
I had sort of thought of compensating by doing two today.
One this afternoon.
And another tonight.
But that hasn't worked out either.
Perils of a busy life I guess.
I sort of feel I owe somebody an apology.
But I won't.
I do feel bad for not saying "oopsy, my bad. I'm sorry."
Nah!
Who am I trying to kid.
It's all good and now I will continue.
Exodus 23
Again the people are instructed on ways to live in harmony.
The specifics in some of the laws stagger me slightly.
v19 "You shall not boil a young goat in its mother's milk."
It seems fairly exact. So I guess there was a reason for it.
Some brief research: who, it is said, at the end of their harvest, seethed a kid in its dam's milk, and sprinkled that milk-pottage, in a magical way, upon their gardens and fields, to make them more fruitful next year. But Israel must abhor such foolish customs.
Puts some context to that.
God knew the customs of those around the people.
He knew what would need to be discouraged.
He just knows.
Hence specific laws.
Wow.
Even the laws concerning their neighbours worship of fertility gods and poles and stuff. God promises no miscarriages. No barrenness. Again awareness of why others are tempted to worship these things, to encourage birth and increase, enables God to cut this off before it starts.
It's funny when it says "...and I will send hornets before you, which shall drive out the Hivites..."
Hiveites. Get it.
Have a great week all.
Friday, October 8, 2010
More Laws (Ex 22/ 72)
Another weekend is almost upon me.
It's a weird one this week.
With the Thursday off.
So while today was hard going to work.
The benefit is that a quick recovery is in order for the weekend.
Yay.
Once I get all the blogging, editing, cleaning and stuff sorted.
Then sleeping, waking, breakfasting, etc.
Then the weekend really begins.
Lawnmowing, weeding, hole digging, planning..............
Yay.
Exodus 22
Laws about theft, trespass and fire.
Laws about lending money.
More and more.
Not the most exciting chapter I've read so far.
I find myself struggling with the context of some of the laws.
Talk about fields and vineyards seems odd to a group of people wandering without a home.
Or is that it?
God is preparing the Israelites for when they get home.
The law about not cursing a ruler of the people would maybe indicate this as well.
The laws would be passed from generation to generation and by the time there was a need, they would be ready to deal with any eventuality.
I guess it was easiest to let everybody know the law and the consequences for breaking them from the start.
No excuses.
It's a weird one this week.
With the Thursday off.
So while today was hard going to work.
The benefit is that a quick recovery is in order for the weekend.
Yay.
Once I get all the blogging, editing, cleaning and stuff sorted.
Then sleeping, waking, breakfasting, etc.
Then the weekend really begins.
Lawnmowing, weeding, hole digging, planning..............
Yay.
Exodus 22
Laws about theft, trespass and fire.
Laws about lending money.
More and more.
Not the most exciting chapter I've read so far.
I find myself struggling with the context of some of the laws.
Talk about fields and vineyards seems odd to a group of people wandering without a home.
Or is that it?
God is preparing the Israelites for when they get home.
The law about not cursing a ruler of the people would maybe indicate this as well.
The laws would be passed from generation to generation and by the time there was a need, they would be ready to deal with any eventuality.
I guess it was easiest to let everybody know the law and the consequences for breaking them from the start.
No excuses.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
A Day on the Water (Ex 21/ 71)
Public holiday today.
Lazy morning in bed.
Late breakfast.
Then some fly fishing. Yeah!
Took the boy today.
It's probably been too long since we last went out together.
I found a easy access spot with fish.
Last time, me and a mate caught a dozen in a couple of hours.
Today potentially looked better.
And it was.
The best bit was we spent time together.
About 3 hours on a cute little stream.
Fishing.
Learning.
Building memories.
Exodus 21
An interesting chapter looking at a lot of the dealings that go on between people.
Slave transactions.
What to do if your ox kills someone.
You can neither strike or curse your parents without being put to death.
What to do if you negligently dig a pit.
I can only think of one reason why you would dig a pit if you were wandering around in the desert.
If I was the donkey or ox that fell in that pit......
Shoot me quickly.
I don't want to be in that stuff for long.
I love days off.
I love days off with family.
I love my family.
Lazy morning in bed.
Late breakfast.
Then some fly fishing. Yeah!
Took the boy today.
It's probably been too long since we last went out together.
I found a easy access spot with fish.
Last time, me and a mate caught a dozen in a couple of hours.
Today potentially looked better.
And it was.
The best bit was we spent time together.
About 3 hours on a cute little stream.
Fishing.
Learning.
Building memories.
Exodus 21
An interesting chapter looking at a lot of the dealings that go on between people.
Slave transactions.
What to do if your ox kills someone.
You can neither strike or curse your parents without being put to death.
What to do if you negligently dig a pit.
I can only think of one reason why you would dig a pit if you were wandering around in the desert.
If I was the donkey or ox that fell in that pit......
Shoot me quickly.
I don't want to be in that stuff for long.
I love days off.
I love days off with family.
I love my family.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
The NEWS (Ex 20/ 70)
When I was a kid I hated mum and dad watching the NEWS.
It was dull.
It was boring.
It went too long.
And it wasn't "The Goodies".
I remember sneaking up to my parents bedroom and watching The Goodies or Monkey
on a small portable set they kept next to their bed.
It was the height of rebellion.
At least the height of what I could muster.
I guess I didn't have much of a clue how to rebel so this was pretty big.
I would race my li'l sis to get the best spot next to the bed.
The trick was to try and keep the noise down low enough so mum couldn't detect the deed in progress, but loud enough to hear.
'Cause you had to tell everyone at school the next day that you watched it.
Everyone's dad seemed to like the NEWS.
Few had two TV's in those days. *eyes roll to the back of my head*
Crikey I am getting old.
It's one of "those" talks tonight.
These days, I'm a NEWS nut.
I can hear the same arguments used today by my kids that I used to say to my parents.
It's dull.
It's boring.
It's too long.
It's not "The Simpsons".
But me I love it now.
The new ABC 24 hour NEWS channel is great.
I get regular update feeds through the internet.
I get twitchy if I miss the paper.
The little scrolly news tickers on the morning shows and the midday NEWS are probably the best invention.
Ever.
Just another sign I'm turning into my dad.
Sigh.
Maybe I should turn the Playstation on and play FIFA.
Exodus 20
The 10 commandments are given to the people.
They are unable to withstand the powerful voice of God.
Such power is used in speaking out the commandments.
The lightning, the thunder, the smoking mountain.
Who in their right mind would break the laws given with that sort of emphasis?
God certainly knows how to make a statement.
Or just another WWE Wrestling intro.
He commands a set of rules that are basic, but will encourage peaceful living is such a confined community.
Laws to bring peace and order, not dischord and resentment.
Practical.
This was probably Moses' scariest day in his life so far.
God had warned for the people not to come close.
He knew they wouldn't be able to deal with His forceful delivery.
The people knew it too.
"...don't let God talk to us or we will die."
I guess the impact God was hoping for was delivered.
I don't think anyone doubted Moses had been with God that day.
It was dull.
It was boring.
It went too long.
And it wasn't "The Goodies".
I remember sneaking up to my parents bedroom and watching The Goodies or Monkey
on a small portable set they kept next to their bed.
It was the height of rebellion.
At least the height of what I could muster.
I guess I didn't have much of a clue how to rebel so this was pretty big.
I would race my li'l sis to get the best spot next to the bed.
The trick was to try and keep the noise down low enough so mum couldn't detect the deed in progress, but loud enough to hear.
'Cause you had to tell everyone at school the next day that you watched it.
Everyone's dad seemed to like the NEWS.
Few had two TV's in those days. *eyes roll to the back of my head*
Crikey I am getting old.
It's one of "those" talks tonight.
These days, I'm a NEWS nut.
I can hear the same arguments used today by my kids that I used to say to my parents.
It's dull.
It's boring.
It's too long.
It's not "The Simpsons".
But me I love it now.
The new ABC 24 hour NEWS channel is great.
I get regular update feeds through the internet.
I get twitchy if I miss the paper.
The little scrolly news tickers on the morning shows and the midday NEWS are probably the best invention.
Ever.
Just another sign I'm turning into my dad.
Sigh.
Maybe I should turn the Playstation on and play FIFA.
Exodus 20
The 10 commandments are given to the people.
They are unable to withstand the powerful voice of God.
Such power is used in speaking out the commandments.
The lightning, the thunder, the smoking mountain.
Who in their right mind would break the laws given with that sort of emphasis?
God certainly knows how to make a statement.
Or just another WWE Wrestling intro.
He commands a set of rules that are basic, but will encourage peaceful living is such a confined community.
Laws to bring peace and order, not dischord and resentment.
Practical.
This was probably Moses' scariest day in his life so far.
God had warned for the people not to come close.
He knew they wouldn't be able to deal with His forceful delivery.
The people knew it too.
"...don't let God talk to us or we will die."
I guess the impact God was hoping for was delivered.
I don't think anyone doubted Moses had been with God that day.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
I am Treasured (Ex 19/ 69)
Daylight Saving Time absolutely rocks!!!!
Here it is, just after 7pm and it's still light.
It is just stunningly brilliant.
Good productive time after work.
It's not cold. (or as cold)
The kids think it's a blast.
Winter? What winter.
Exodus 19
v5 "Now therefore, if you will indeed obey my voice and keep my covenant, you shall be my treasured possession among all peoples, for all the earth is mine"
One of my all time favourite verses.
It contains instruction.
A wonderful promise.
With a declaration that assures the listener.
God can back up any promise He makes.
I bushwalked once (actually a few times now) with a guy who carried a wok on the back of his pack.
We were coming down from the Blue Tiers and walked into a thunder storm.
The wok went inside the pack.
I reckon it would have never seen daylight if he was coming down Mt Sinai on the third day.
Here it is, just after 7pm and it's still light.
It is just stunningly brilliant.
Good productive time after work.
It's not cold. (or as cold)
The kids think it's a blast.
Winter? What winter.
Exodus 19
v5 "Now therefore, if you will indeed obey my voice and keep my covenant, you shall be my treasured possession among all peoples, for all the earth is mine"
One of my all time favourite verses.
It contains instruction.
A wonderful promise.
With a declaration that assures the listener.
God can back up any promise He makes.
I bushwalked once (actually a few times now) with a guy who carried a wok on the back of his pack.
We were coming down from the Blue Tiers and walked into a thunder storm.
The wok went inside the pack.
I reckon it would have never seen daylight if he was coming down Mt Sinai on the third day.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Pondering the Random (Ex 18/ 68)
Randomness.
Can't live without it, can't shear giraffes.
It's that unexpected part of the day. The part that no-one sees coming.
It can be a highlight.
It can bring a smile.
There can be some head slapping shakes of the head.
But what happens when the randomness becomes the expected?
When everything seems random?
Is it possible for randomness to blend into the mundaneness of normal?
If everything is random, then nothing is.
Perhaps?
Maybe in the odd world of Steve.
There seems to be a trigger that keeps getting pulled in my head that fascinates me.
It urges exploration.
Delving into the muddled mists of "Well, what if.....?"
I guess there's no use in fighting it.
I should just yield to the power of suggestion and say what I've been thinking.
Maybe just not out loud.
Or around people I know.
Or don't know.
It's possible they've heard it all before anyway.
Donna even has a special look for when I do stuff like that.
It involves a head shake, the lowering of eyes, a strangled gasp and the ability to melt into the nearest available piece of furniture, particularly if we're out.
We don't go out much these days.
Coincidence?
I'd like to think so.
I can't seem to stop typing now.
It just keeps going on and on and on and......
I think maybe 5 or 6 sentences too many now.
Stop it.
Now.
I mean it.
Well this is just ridiculous.
Sorry.
Really, really sorry.
Just imagine what you could have been doing in the last 30 seconds.
Regret opening this page now?
What about now?
I shouldn't push for more but I just can't stop.
Stupid keyboard.
Should have run away and hid somewhere, but noooooooo I'll keep letting Steve type on and on and on.
Pointless stuff.
It's ok, I'm back under control now.
Anyone want a slightly slapped keyboard?
Exodus 18
There is something to be said about wise father-in-laws.
I have one.
And am exceeding grateful.
I hope one day that my son's wife has one.
And my daughter's husband.
Perhaps Jethro saw the frustrations coming out in Moses.
Often we can't see the issue that is so obvious to those who are close and know us.
Those that speak out constructively are the most valued of acquaintances.
Jethro saw a problem.
A big problem.
He didn't just question it, but offered sound advice.
Only thing wiser about the advice was that Moses took it on board.
He didn't take it personally.
He had no hang up about who gave the advise.
He heard it.
And used it.
So that God could direct him.
So that he could endure.
So that the people could live in peace.
Direct and constructive comment by Jethro.
The ability to implement the plan by Moses.
Brought peace to all.
Mainly Moses.
Good leaders listen and take smart stuff on board.
No matter its source.
Can't live without it, can't shear giraffes.
It's that unexpected part of the day. The part that no-one sees coming.
It can be a highlight.
It can bring a smile.
There can be some head slapping shakes of the head.
But what happens when the randomness becomes the expected?
When everything seems random?
Is it possible for randomness to blend into the mundaneness of normal?
If everything is random, then nothing is.
Perhaps?
Maybe in the odd world of Steve.
There seems to be a trigger that keeps getting pulled in my head that fascinates me.
It urges exploration.
Delving into the muddled mists of "Well, what if.....?"
I guess there's no use in fighting it.
I should just yield to the power of suggestion and say what I've been thinking.
Maybe just not out loud.
Or around people I know.
Or don't know.
It's possible they've heard it all before anyway.
Donna even has a special look for when I do stuff like that.
It involves a head shake, the lowering of eyes, a strangled gasp and the ability to melt into the nearest available piece of furniture, particularly if we're out.
We don't go out much these days.
Coincidence?
I'd like to think so.
I can't seem to stop typing now.
It just keeps going on and on and on and......
I think maybe 5 or 6 sentences too many now.
Stop it.
Now.
I mean it.
Well this is just ridiculous.
Sorry.
Really, really sorry.
Just imagine what you could have been doing in the last 30 seconds.
Regret opening this page now?
What about now?
I shouldn't push for more but I just can't stop.
Stupid keyboard.
Should have run away and hid somewhere, but noooooooo I'll keep letting Steve type on and on and on.
Pointless stuff.
It's ok, I'm back under control now.
Anyone want a slightly slapped keyboard?
Exodus 18
There is something to be said about wise father-in-laws.
I have one.
And am exceeding grateful.
I hope one day that my son's wife has one.
And my daughter's husband.
Perhaps Jethro saw the frustrations coming out in Moses.
Often we can't see the issue that is so obvious to those who are close and know us.
Those that speak out constructively are the most valued of acquaintances.
Jethro saw a problem.
A big problem.
He didn't just question it, but offered sound advice.
Only thing wiser about the advice was that Moses took it on board.
He didn't take it personally.
He had no hang up about who gave the advise.
He heard it.
And used it.
So that God could direct him.
So that he could endure.
So that the people could live in peace.
Direct and constructive comment by Jethro.
The ability to implement the plan by Moses.
Brought peace to all.
Mainly Moses.
Good leaders listen and take smart stuff on board.
No matter its source.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
The Moony Thing (Ex 17/ 67)
The moon is more than just a ball of cheese.
In fact I guess that is not even a close description of our lunar body.
Unless you're Swiss. Maybe.
Poor way to get thing rolling tonight.
But it IS more than it appears.
You can hide it with your thumb.
Even if you have a small thumb. Just squint a bit.
It affects the rise and fall of water all over the world.
It can be round or ovally or moon shaped.
Which is such a weird shape description, "moon shaped", because you could say a circle is moon shaped.
Or a ball.
Or a ovally thing.
Not just a ) or (.
It has held civilisations in awe for centuries.
It has commanded small fortunes from governments and countries intent on its exploration.
It continues to generate mystery , intrigue and conspiracy.
It is a feature in music video clips.
And is critical for navigation.
And we call it "moon".
Simple.
Pretty low key name really.
Perfect.
Better than glowythingthatcomesoutatnightandchangesshapeandisnotmadeofcheese.
The Welsh are nuts.*
Exodus 17
I'm thinking Moses is a little over all the complaining. Maybe to the point of an exasperated exaggeration.
"They nearly stoned me!"
Possible, or was it that he too had lost some faith in God.
"Do something God. It's getting nuts again!"
Why did the people complain to Moses? Why not bypass the middle man and go straight to the source of their frustration?
To this point God has only spoken to Moses. He was God's vocal cords. He was the messenger that they wanted to shoot.
So the reasons for bringing the elders to see the miracle of the water coming from the rock first hand is a means of ending some doubts.
We can catch a sight of a leader and from our vantage point they block out the true source.
We look at them in a unnatural light.
We complain when they don't meet these inflated expectations.
It's not fair. Because they have no hope of and maybe had no intention in even trying to appease our hopes.
Sometimes we live vicariously through our childrens' lives.
It don't work, because they ain't us.
(My mum would have a field day with that superb sentence.)
We also shouldn't misconstrue what our leaders can and cannot achieve.
The Israelites had high expectations in Moses.
Fair enough.
But they HAD seen what God could do.
Bad situations cause blind panic.
Better to sit it out and wait.
Stress levels are lower.
And God will still do what is required.
Aaron had obviously had more experience using public transport than Moses had.
I say obvious because as a prince of Egypt, Moses would scarcely have need for a bus.
Aaron was used to the standing around with his arm in the air.
He could do it longer.
He could also read a newspaper one handed and was aware of his personal space.
And that was that for Amalek.
*The Welsh aren't really nuts. To my knowledge anyway. Comment was added for attempted humour. If offended please insert suitable people group that makes you smile.
In fact I guess that is not even a close description of our lunar body.
Unless you're Swiss. Maybe.
Poor way to get thing rolling tonight.
But it IS more than it appears.
You can hide it with your thumb.
Even if you have a small thumb. Just squint a bit.
It affects the rise and fall of water all over the world.
It can be round or ovally or moon shaped.
Which is such a weird shape description, "moon shaped", because you could say a circle is moon shaped.
Or a ball.
Or a ovally thing.
Not just a ) or (.
It has held civilisations in awe for centuries.
It has commanded small fortunes from governments and countries intent on its exploration.
It continues to generate mystery , intrigue and conspiracy.
It is a feature in music video clips.
And is critical for navigation.
And we call it "moon".
Simple.
Pretty low key name really.
Perfect.
Better than glowythingthatcomesoutatnightandchangesshapeandisnotmadeofcheese.
The Welsh are nuts.*
Exodus 17
I'm thinking Moses is a little over all the complaining. Maybe to the point of an exasperated exaggeration.
"They nearly stoned me!"
Possible, or was it that he too had lost some faith in God.
"Do something God. It's getting nuts again!"
Why did the people complain to Moses? Why not bypass the middle man and go straight to the source of their frustration?
To this point God has only spoken to Moses. He was God's vocal cords. He was the messenger that they wanted to shoot.
So the reasons for bringing the elders to see the miracle of the water coming from the rock first hand is a means of ending some doubts.
We can catch a sight of a leader and from our vantage point they block out the true source.
We look at them in a unnatural light.
We complain when they don't meet these inflated expectations.
It's not fair. Because they have no hope of and maybe had no intention in even trying to appease our hopes.
Sometimes we live vicariously through our childrens' lives.
It don't work, because they ain't us.
(My mum would have a field day with that superb sentence.)
We also shouldn't misconstrue what our leaders can and cannot achieve.
The Israelites had high expectations in Moses.
Fair enough.
But they HAD seen what God could do.
Bad situations cause blind panic.
Better to sit it out and wait.
Stress levels are lower.
And God will still do what is required.
Aaron had obviously had more experience using public transport than Moses had.
I say obvious because as a prince of Egypt, Moses would scarcely have need for a bus.
Aaron was used to the standing around with his arm in the air.
He could do it longer.
He could also read a newspaper one handed and was aware of his personal space.
And that was that for Amalek.
*The Welsh aren't really nuts. To my knowledge anyway. Comment was added for attempted humour. If offended please insert suitable people group that makes you smile.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Provision Plus (Ex 16/ 66)
Today my daughter saw the culmination of weeks of hard work.
The walkathon she organised raised around $1000 to go towards Empart's work in India.
When she first started the goal was to have fun and raise $125.
She amazes me with her care for others.
She amazes me with her dedication in seeing this happen.
Proud dad moments galore today.
Even the odd tear.
To go with my odd head.
Well done Brooke.
Exodus 16
When you walk into the wilderness of Sin, is it obvious?
I wonder how it got the name.
Do you get there and then just shudder?
"Crikey! We're in the wilderness of Sin. Lock the car."
God does His providing thing again despite the "murmuring".
Patient fellow is God.
Just an observation.
Now I know how great a freshly baked loaf of bread tastes. There is nothing quite like that, especially if home baked. So how good would manna be?
Walking out of the Central Plateau, we were never far from falling snow.
The really, really amazing bits though, was when the wind died to nothing and the flakes seemed to float.
That's what I reckon manna fell like.
Probably warmer and drier though.
The Israelites would have been glad it didn't fall in loaves I bet.
Did it fall?
It just appears after the dew.
Oh well, just ignore the snow analogy.
To me the key is, God gave the Israelites enough to sustain them, basic but life giving. But just prior to the first "crop" of manna, He sent quail.
Meat.
Lots of meat.
The manna was the bonus that lasted 40 years.
He could have done one or the other.
The people certainly seemed to deserve little with their complaining.
But God did one and then the other.
And it was beyond good.
It was begood.
There is a little thought that pops in when you see what happens when too much was taken than what was needed. But I want to finish on the positive note.
So +
The walkathon she organised raised around $1000 to go towards Empart's work in India.
When she first started the goal was to have fun and raise $125.
She amazes me with her care for others.
She amazes me with her dedication in seeing this happen.
Proud dad moments galore today.
Even the odd tear.
To go with my odd head.
Well done Brooke.
Exodus 16
When you walk into the wilderness of Sin, is it obvious?
I wonder how it got the name.
Do you get there and then just shudder?
"Crikey! We're in the wilderness of Sin. Lock the car."
God does His providing thing again despite the "murmuring".
Patient fellow is God.
Just an observation.
Now I know how great a freshly baked loaf of bread tastes. There is nothing quite like that, especially if home baked. So how good would manna be?
Walking out of the Central Plateau, we were never far from falling snow.
The really, really amazing bits though, was when the wind died to nothing and the flakes seemed to float.
That's what I reckon manna fell like.
Probably warmer and drier though.
The Israelites would have been glad it didn't fall in loaves I bet.
Did it fall?
It just appears after the dew.
Oh well, just ignore the snow analogy.
To me the key is, God gave the Israelites enough to sustain them, basic but life giving. But just prior to the first "crop" of manna, He sent quail.
Meat.
Lots of meat.
The manna was the bonus that lasted 40 years.
He could have done one or the other.
The people certainly seemed to deserve little with their complaining.
But God did one and then the other.
And it was beyond good.
It was begood.
There is a little thought that pops in when you see what happens when too much was taken than what was needed. But I want to finish on the positive note.
So +
Friday, October 1, 2010
Celebration and the Wilderness (Ex 15/ 65)
Exodus 15
It would seem that the time has become right to PAAARRRTTAAAYYY for the Israelites.
After the stern and demanding performances, Moses lets his hair down.
A song and a dance and a walk into the wilderness.
Very descriptive song.
"At the blast of your nostrils the waters piled up"
is the line that in particular strikes me.
Kind of struggling to get the rhythm though.
And yet.
3 days after the celebrating.
3 days after the praising God.
Complaining.
v23 "When they came to Marah, they could not drink the water of Marah because it was bitter; therefore it was named Marah."
Ok so maybe the clue about the water was in the name of the place before they arrived. Was there a sign that said "Marah"? How did they know they had arrived and by whose consensus did they arrive at the name?
"Well this is Marah"
"Nice. How's the water?"
"Bitter with a hint of brackishness."
"Hmmm. That's no good. Well I guess we should name it something."
"OK. How about Marah? 'Cause the water is y'know."
"Marah fits. Hey Moses how about we call this place Marah. Because of the water. Y'know."
"Yeah ok. Marah it is. Oh Father please help them not to be complete losers all the time, please."
But God fixes it.
Moses lobs in a shrubbery and the water is not just unbitter. It was "sweet".
God asked Moses to do something simple.
Moses did it.
God fixed it.
Simple.
Next stop had 12 springs of water.
I think there was a lesson in that.
It would seem that the time has become right to PAAARRRTTAAAYYY for the Israelites.
After the stern and demanding performances, Moses lets his hair down.
A song and a dance and a walk into the wilderness.
Very descriptive song.
"At the blast of your nostrils the waters piled up"
is the line that in particular strikes me.
Kind of struggling to get the rhythm though.
And yet.
3 days after the celebrating.
3 days after the praising God.
Complaining.
v23 "When they came to Marah, they could not drink the water of Marah because it was bitter; therefore it was named Marah."
Ok so maybe the clue about the water was in the name of the place before they arrived. Was there a sign that said "Marah"? How did they know they had arrived and by whose consensus did they arrive at the name?
"Well this is Marah"
"Nice. How's the water?"
"Bitter with a hint of brackishness."
"Hmmm. That's no good. Well I guess we should name it something."
"OK. How about Marah? 'Cause the water is y'know."
"Marah fits. Hey Moses how about we call this place Marah. Because of the water. Y'know."
"Yeah ok. Marah it is. Oh Father please help them not to be complete losers all the time, please."
But God fixes it.
Moses lobs in a shrubbery and the water is not just unbitter. It was "sweet".
God asked Moses to do something simple.
Moses did it.
God fixed it.
Simple.
Next stop had 12 springs of water.
I think there was a lesson in that.
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