Just before I start, I don't think I've had a title with so many o's in it.
Something for those of you who care about that sort of stuff.
Well it didn't quite work out as I expected.
Laggy, slow wifi with full days and late nights conspired against any blogging.
So it's back to the keyboard with a vengeance in the hope of something half decent being created.
Tough ask, I know.
But this challenge has never been easy.
I have a notorious short attention span.
A history of incomplete tasks.
Yet, somehow I keep at it.
Kudos to me.
One thing I did learn, or at least reaffirm, about my family.
The smiles are never bigger, than those that arrive with me carrying a bag of Krispy Kreme donuts.
I'm sure I was missed.
But maybe a little forgotten in the rush for sugary treasures.
Numbers 25
Distracted by the women of Moab, Israel stumble.
Badly.
To extraordinary levels.
24 000 pay the price for this show of undisciplined lust in the face of God.
Earlier, just after coming out of Egypt, God warned the people about the temptations of the people they would come across.
He told them to refrain.
To keep apart.
They didn't.
24 000 died.
One man gained favour with God with his display of distaste, of anger, of jealousy for God.
Phinehas the son of Eleazar was the one lone voice against the horde of partakers.
One voice can make a stand.
With a big enough spear.
And a righteous anger.
Without his actions, more would have been lost.
Possibly all.
I guess when you see something that is wrong.
Very wrong.
You have a choice to make.
Many saw what was happening, but only one acted against it.
There's a risk about the cost in becoming involved.
But perhaps a bigger risk in doing nothing.
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