16 Then another message came to me from the Lord: 2 “Son of man, confront Jerusalem with her detestable sins. 3 Give her this message from the Sovereign Lord: You are nothing but a Canaanite! Your father was an Amorite and your mother a Hittite. 4 On the day you were born, no one cared about you. Your umbilical cord was not cut, and you were never washed, rubbed with salt, and wrapped in cloth. 5 No one had the slightest interest in you; no one pitied you or cared for you. On the day you were born, you were unwanted, dumped in a field and left to die.
6 “But I came by and saw you there, helplessly kicking about in your own blood. As you lay there, I said, ‘Live!’ 7 And I helped you to thrive like a plant in the field. You grew up and became a beautiful jewel. Your breasts became full, and your body hair grew, but you were still naked. 8 And when I passed by again, I saw that you were old enough for love. So I wrapped my cloak around you to cover your nakedness and declared my marriage vows. I made a covenant with you, says the Sovereign Lord, and you became mine.
9 “Then I bathed you and washed off your blood, and I rubbed fragrant oils into your skin. 10 I gave you expensive clothing of fine linen and silk, beautifully embroidered, and sandals made of fine goatskin leather. 11 I gave you lovely jewelry, bracelets, beautiful necklaces, 12 a ring for your nose, earrings for your ears, and a lovely crown for your head. 13 And so you were adorned with gold and silver. Your clothes were made of fine linen and costly fabric and were beautifully embroidered. You ate the finest foods—choice flour, honey, and olive oil—and became more beautiful than ever. You looked like a queen, and so you were! 14 Your fame soon spread throughout the world because of your beauty. I dressed you in my splendor and perfected your beauty, says the Sovereign Lord.
15 “But you thought your fame and beauty were your own. So you gave yourself as a prostitute to every man who came along. Your beauty was theirs for the asking.
Ezekiel 16:1-15
Dear God, we are all so small and weak. That you look on us at all is…well, gracious. Your grace is amazing. The should write songs about it (sarcasm implied).
Verse 15 is where I want to focus today. I’m heading into a boar retreat tomorrow. The nonprofit where I work has a lot going for it. We are in the middle of an expansion that is fully funded (thanks to you). We have enough resources to do the work we need to do (thanks to you). That includes not only financial resources, but also staff. It’s not easy to find a doctor, dentist, hygienist, bilingual therapist, nurses, etc. in a rural community, and yet here we are with all of these things. Thanks to you.
I was talking with the consultant who will work with us tomorrow, and telling her about our current status. I was proud of it. And I’ll admit that my temptation is to want to take credit for it, pat myself on the back and, to put it in terms of verse 15, think my beauty is my own. Will my vanity and ego cause me to leave you?
Father, I acknowledge that everything I have, both personally and profressionally, is from you. Right now, I feel very impotent when it comes to how to respond to the pain I see in people’s lives around me. I see immigrants, even legal ones, who are afraid and feel persecuted. Help me to know how to help. Give me ears to hear and eyes to see. I give you glory. Help me to point our board of directors towards you tomorrow morning. All glory be yours, Father, forever and ever.
I pray this in Jesus and with your Holy Spirit,
Amen