The Rockmart Israelite
Sometimes I wonder about the men and women whose stories are in the Bible. They were people just like you and me. They had problems and fears. They dealt with sickness, death, debt, taxes, super scary government situations, and all of the overwhelming problems that we have today. When they were in the midst of a problem, they didn’t know how it was going to turn out. They didn’t know the big picture. Just like you and me, they faced life one step at a time depending on God. But, I’m just going to be honest. When I read about the Israelites, I get so frustrated. What was wrong with those people?? God provided time after time for them, yet anytime something went wrong, or they got freaked out, they would haul off to griping and carrying on like I don’t know what. How could they not look back and see that God had always provided for them?! How did they not have faith that He would continue to take care of them?
I reckon y’all already know I’m a daydreamer. If my mind is a dreaming, you might as well forget trying to get through to me. I’m a jillion miles away. Well, I got to dreaming the other day, and y’all I literally started giggling. I got to thinking… What if there was a book in the Bible written about life in 2016 and I was a character in the story?? Now remember, we are dreaming here so I’m going to need y’all to roll with me on this one. It might go something like this…
*Classic Bible reading music plays in the background.
And in those days, men were consumed by devices of all sorts. Men stayed in constant contact with one another on the devices, yet lost physical social contact with one another all together. They spoketh with their thumbs. Brother didn’t physically listen to brother, and father didn’t physically listen to son. Eye contact was all but lost. Though the church flourished, the people argued and debated over which type of song worship was best, hymns or praise. But the Lord gave a crapeth not. As long as His people praised Him, with all their heart and all their mind and all their strength, He was pleased, regardless of the style of the song.
And in the land of Rockmart lived a woman who went by many names, Sunny, Sandy, and Sunday to name a few, but the Lord called her Sondi. She was a colorful woman, who’s hair was shaved on the sides and the middle reacheth to the heavens. Her job was to serve people with her talent in hair art. She was married to a colorful man by the name of Jon and he had hair on his face that reacheth the ground. He hunted the fields and people watched him do so on their devices. They both loved the Lord. They had 3 children who also loved the Lord their God. They were blessed. Throughout her life, Sondi witnessed God’s grace and wonder time and time again. Every prayer she had prayed, He had answered. Yet in all her blessings, every time she was faced with a new situation, she responded with anxiety and fear. She would say things like, “This is too hard!” or “I’m not ready!” or “Holy crap, this is the biggest mess I have ever been in!”
Wait… hold on a minute. This is how my story goes!? Good grief. I’m a dad gum Israelite…like a Southern Israelite from Rockmart.
The coolest thing about the Bible is that it is truly the living word. It is as relevant and true to this tattooed, iPhone carrying, whining, Rockmartian as it was to a wondering, sandal wearing, whining Isrealite.
Psalms 100:5 For the Lord is good. His loyal love endures, and He is faithful through all generations.
Man alive. Ain’t it the truth?!
He knows I’m gonna gripe before I even gripe. He knows my anxieties and my fear. Surely, He shakes His head at me often. But He is so good. He is so patient. He is so merciful to use me in spite of myself. I sure don’t make it easy.
Thank you Lord.
Your Rockmart Israelite