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John 14:25-26

John 14:25-26 “All this I have spoken while still with you. But the Advocate, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, will teach you all things and will remind you of everything I have said to you.”

Dear God, this thing about the Holy Spirit teaching us is interesting because that sure does depend on our interpretation of whatever He is trying to speak to our hearts. 

I think the frustrating part of practicing my theology is that I KNOW that part of my theology has been influenced by errant teaching that has worked its way into Christendom over the last 2,000 years. The problem is that I don’t know which part is wrong. Then there are the influences that humankind’s “wisdom” has over my theology. To be sure, I’ve changed my mind on some things over the last 30 years. Was it the Holy Spirit who changed my mind, or was it the influence of society? Even in my church life, have I fallen victim to bad teaching at any point along the way?

Holy Spirit, be my counselor. Be my teacher. Find a way through the noise and speak to me in a still small voice. But in those quiet times, protect me from my own thoughts and my own rationale and wisdom. Just because I hear something in my silence doesn’t mean it’s from you. Help me to be discerning and hear only your voice. 

In Jesus’ name I pray,

Amen 

 
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Posted by on September 6, 2017 in John

 

Ruth 4:13-17

Ruth 4:13-17 So Boaz took Ruth and she became his wife. When he made love to her, the Lord enabled her to conceive, and she gave birth to a son. The women said to Naomi: “Praise be to the Lord, who this day has not left you without a guardian-redeemer. May he become famous throughout Israel! He will renew your life and sustain you in your old age. For your daughter-in-law, who loves you and who is better to you than seven sons, has given him birth.” Then Naomi took the child in her arms and cared for him. The women living there said, “Naomi has a son!” And they named him Obed. He was the father of Jesse, the father of David. 

Dear God, I never noticed it before, but after the baby is born it all becomes about Naomi and not Ruth. The women saw this baby as her guardian redeemer. I am guessing it’s because Boaz was now culturally obligated to care for Naomi because of the child. Regardless, the passage let’s us in on a secret that there was no way for any of them to know. Yes, you cared about Naomi and Ruth, but you had a special plan for one of Ruth’s great grandsons. 

This reminds me of a song we used to sing in church. It’s all about you. I don’t know where all this is going or how it all works out, but even in the midst of tragedy your eyes are moving to and fro throughout the earth to strongly support those whose hearts are completely yours. The support might not look like we expect or want, and we might never know what you were doing. But stories like this remind us that there is so much more to anything happening around us than we can see. 

Father, help me to faithfully live my day. Help me to help those who need you and help me to care for those around me. Help me to do it not for myself, but for your glory, your plan, and because it is simply what needs to be done. 

In Jesus’ name I pray, 

Amen 

 
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Posted by on September 5, 2017 in Ruth

 

Ruth 4:1-12

Ruth 4:1-12 Meanwhile Boaz went up to the town gate and sat down there just as the guardian-redeemer he had mentioned came along. Boaz said, “Come over here, my friend, and sit down.” So he went over and sat down. Boaz took ten of the elders of the town and said, “Sit here,” and they did so. Then he said to the guardian-redeemer, “Naomi, who has come back from Moab, is selling the piece of land that belonged to our relative Elimelek. I thought I should bring the matter to your attention and suggest that you buy it in the presence of these seated here and in the presence of the elders of my people. If you will redeem it, do so. But if you will not, tell me, so I will know. For no one has the right to do it except you, and I am next in line.” “I will redeem it,” he said. Then Boaz said, “On the day you buy the land from Naomi, you also acquire Ruth the Moabite, the dead man’s widow, in order to maintain the name of the dead with his property.” At this, the guardian-redeemer said, “Then I cannot redeem it because I might endanger my own estate. You redeem it yourself. I cannot do it.” Now in earlier times in Israel, for the redemption and transfer of property to become final, one party took off his sandal and gave it to the other. This was the method of legalizing transactions in Israel. So the guardian-redeemer said to Boaz, “Buy it yourself.” And he removed his sandal. Then Boaz announced to the elders and all the people, “Today you are witnesses that I have bought from Naomi all the property of Elimelek, Kilion and Mahlon. I have also acquired Ruth the Moabite, Mahlon’s widow, as my wife, in order to maintain the name of the dead with his property, so that his name will not disappear from among his family or from his hometown. Today you are witnesses!” Then the elders and all the people at the gate said, “We are witnesses. May the Lord make the woman who is coming into your home like Rachel and Leah, who together built up the family of Israel. May you have standing in Ephrathah and be famous in Bethlehem. Through the offspring the Lord gives you by this young woman, may your family be like that of Perez, whom Tamar bore to Judah.” 

Dear God, I feel like I’ve had a lot of familial duty lately. As a husband, father, brother and son, I have had responsibilities in each area. It has felt good to be able to be here for them, but it has also been stressful. It has been hard to know where to draw the line between helping and getting too involved. 

Father, give my wife and me wisdom to know what you would have us to do, and help us to recognize when we ourselves need help. Be glorified in us and help us to stay squarely in your will when it comes to the role you have for us to play in others’ lives. 

In Jesus’ name I pray,

Amen 

 
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Posted by on September 4, 2017 in Ruth

 

Jeremiah 20

Jeremiah 20

When the priest Pashhur son of Immer, the official in charge of the temple of the Lord, heard Jeremiah prophesying these things, he had Jeremiah the prophet beaten and put in the stocks at the Upper Gate of Benjamin at the Lord’s temple. The next day, when Pashhur released him from the stocks, Jeremiah said to him, “The Lord’s name for you is not Pashhur, but Terror on Every Side. For this is what the Lord says: ‘I will make you a terror to yourself and to all your friends; with your own eyes you will see them fall by the sword of their enemies. I will give all Judah into the hands of the king of Babylon, who will carry them away to Babylon or put them to the sword. I will deliver all the wealth of this city into the hands of their enemies—all its products, all its valuables and all the treasures of the kings of Judah. They will take it away as plunder and carry it off to Babylon. And you, Pashhur, and all who live in your house will go into exile to Babylon. There you will die and be buried, you and all your friends to whom you have prophesied lies.’”

You deceived me, Lord, and I was deceived;
you overpowered me and prevailed.
I am ridiculed all day long;
everyone mocks me.
Whenever I speak, I cry out
proclaiming violence and destruction.
So the word of the Lord has brought me
insult and reproach all day long.
But if I say, “I will not mention his word
or speak anymore in his name,”
his word is in my heart like a fire,
a fire shut up in my bones.
I am weary of holding it in;
indeed, I cannot.
10 I hear many whispering,
“Terror on every side!
Denounce him! Let’s denounce him!”
All my friends
are waiting for me to slip, saying,
“Perhaps he will be deceived;
then we will prevail over him
and take our revenge on him.”

11 But the Lord is with me like a mighty warrior;
so my persecutors will stumble and not prevail.
They will fail and be thoroughly disgraced;
their dishonor will never be forgotten.
12 Lord Almighty, you who examine the righteous
and probe the heart and mind,
let me see your vengeance on them,
for to you I have committed my cause.

13 Sing to the Lord!
Give praise to the Lord!
He rescues the life of the needy
from the hands of the wicked.

14 Cursed be the day I was born!
May the day my mother bore me not be blessed!
15 Cursed be the man who brought my father the news,
who made him very glad, saying,
“A child is born to you—a son!”
16 May that man be like the towns
the Lord overthrew without pity.
May he hear wailing in the morning,
a battle cry at noon.
17 For he did not kill me in the womb,
with my mother as my grave,
her womb enlarged forever.
18 Why did I ever come out of the womb
to see trouble and sorrow
and to end my days in shame?

 

Dear God, I love this chapter! How great is this? The Old Testament reading for the Catholic church today was Jeremiah 20: 7-9, but I needed all 18 verses to get the real feel of it. Jeremiah is ticked off at you. He hates being the messenger. Why him? Where is his reward for his love and devotion to you? Verse 9 reveals his real problem—his very soul cannot deny what you have for him to do: “But if I say, ‘I will not mention his word or speak anymore in his name,’ his word is in my heart like a fire, a fire shut up in my bones. I am weary of holding it in; indeed, I cannot.”

I love this conflict within one of the great men in the history of the world. I love that he so desires to not be persecuted. I love that he is angry about it. I never see that anger in Paul. Or Peter. Or John. I actually see it in Jesus a little, and I see it in Job when everything really falls apart. But Jeremiah articulates the conflict within himself very well.

How many times have I been angry with you—or at a minimum, disappointed in you—after feeling punished for doing what I felt was the right thing? There have even been times when I couldn’t bring myself to come back to you in these prayer journals. I even stayed away from them for over three years at one point. But my love for you is too great. “[Your] word is in my heart like a fire, a fire shut up in my bones. I am weary of holding it in; indeed, I cannot.”

I am going to have a dinner with a friend whom I dearly love. I’ve been trying to reach out to him lately and, so far, he hasn’t wanted my help or counsel. I am hopeful that tonight will be a time when he will allow me to be your messenger. I don’t fear being rejected by him like Jeremiah was by Pashhur, but I am afraid of being shut out of a life that I know is in need of good counsel from a friend.

Father, I have been a prophet without honor on a lot of fronts. More family than anywhere else. But I will accept that fate. I choose not to curse anyone because of my birth. You have, indeed, been very good to me. And even if my personal life were in terrible turmoil, I would like to think that “[Your word [would be] in my heart like a fire, a fire shut up in my bones.”

In Jesus’ name I pray,

Amen

 
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Posted by on September 3, 2017 in Jeremiah, Uncategorized

 

Anxiety

This isn’t going to be a typical post. I’ve been thinking about something I thought I would put down on “paper” so I can kind of think it out.

I woke up yesterday morning earlier than I should have. I was experiencing something I don’t normally face–anxiety. As I lie there in bed, I was anxious about everything. From work and different challenges there, to my children as they are now both living away from home as young adults, to my and my wife’s families of origin and different hurdles they are facing, to my own bank account (which doesn’t make sense because it’s probably in the best position it’s ever been in).

I tried to let go. I tried to rationally talk my way out of the issues. But I was locked up. I was anxious. I couldn’t go back to sleep. I got up and did my prayer journal. It was about Ruth and how God provided for her and Naomi through Boaz. I tried to consider that Ruth had faced more trials than I am facing now. Anyone living in the Houston area today (and I know people who live there) would probably trade places with me in a second. Nothing was helping.

As I finished getting dressed for work, the idea occurred to me that some things can only come out through prayer and fasting. So just after I decided I should probably fast for the day my wife came in and told me that she had decided to go to a 7:30 Friday morning worship service at our church. I’ve never gone with her to one of these before, but I decided that sounded like a great idea. I had prayed. I was listening to Christian music. But some corporate worship sounded like a great idea.

Our small town in Texas was founded in 1849. Our church has two sanctuaries. The “Old Church” was built in 1861. The “New Church” was built in 1908. Friday morning services are apparently done in the Old Church. My wife had to tell me that when I tried to go into the New Church. Here’s a picture of the church when it was new in 1863.

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I was kneeling in church and praying through my anxiety (much of it foolish anxiety) when I looked up to the ceiling. I looked around the room. I thought of the early settlers. I thought about their daily lives and how hard they must have been. Their vulnerability to drought, hostile Native Americans, disease, etc. They had no means of accumulating a lot of money. They were a community of Germans, here less than 15 years, struggling to start a new life, and in the midst of their struggle they had not only come together to build a church, but they had built a big, beautiful church. The rock and other materials were not easy to find and gather. I imagine that it wasn’t easy to build given the technology of the day and the fact that their numbers were in the hundreds and not thousands. How did they face their challenges? Would any of them have been in bed early in the morning, lie there and just worried about things, or would they have gotten up, put their face to the wind, and gone to work? Is there one of them that wouldn’t look at my situation (the job I have, the house where I live, the car I drive, the money I have in the bank, etc.) and laugh at the idea that I am anxious about anything?

I left that service completely refreshed and renewed. The Holy Spirit had spoken to me and inspired me, not by the sermon or the contents of the service, but by introducing me in a new way to a remarkable group of people who lived by faith, hard work, and perseverance 150 years ago. Not one of them ever imagined that they would inspire someone sitting in that room in the year 2017.

Later that evening, my wife told me about a podcast she had heard where a sociologist described the generalized characteristics of the different generations (e.g. Baby Boomers have these traits, Generation X these traits, Generation Y, Millennials, etc.). They apparently don’t have a good label for the current teens, but they have some interesting observations (and these are all broad generalizations so there are many exceptions to these descriptions). Here is a list of what she told me:

  • For reasons I still don’t understand, a larger percentage of them do not have a driver’s license by spring of their senior year in high school (70% now vs. 90% in previous generations).
  • Politically, they tend to be more Libertarian in their desire to get the government out of their lives. “Don’t tell me who I can marry, what I can smoke, etc.”
  • They are hardworking, with the feeling that the world isn’t going to take care of them so they are going to have to go out and take care of themselves.
  • They avoid joining groups. Religiously, this means that they are skeptical of organized religion. But they love small community with just a few friends.
  • They are more prone to interacting with their community through technology rather than face-to-face. They will sit isolated in a room and visit with people through devices rather than in person.
  • They experience a lot of anxiety.

I thought that last one was interesting. Psychologically, I think there is something about our current society and how we are now entering the world through social media and what the electronic news shows us that is leading us to more anxiety. Here are some thoughts I have as to why, but they are only my opinion:

  • When we look at social media, we only see the best of our friends’ lives, but when we compare ourselves to them, we use our reality, not theirs. And this isn’t a criticism of only putting the good parts of your life on social media. It’s not appropriate to air your dirty laundry out there like that. I’m just saying that as readers we need to remember that there is more to each life than we read about on a computer/phone screen.
  • When we look at news (regardless of your source), we are seeing articles that were written as “click bait” and not what someone thinks we need to know. This makes the stories more opinionated (usually negative opinions) than fact-relating.
  • When we argue or disagree with people, our disagreements are more vitriolic because it is easier to be confrontational typing our anger than it was in the old days when our only option was face-to-face.
  • More money means more problems. Money brings all kinds of unexpected problems that are too numerous to list here, but there is a belief among those who struggle month to month that having more money would solve all of their problems. It would solve some of them, to be sure, but it wouldn’t solve all of them. In fact, it creates problems that would surprise you.
  • When we are physically isolated from people and have too much time left alone with our own thoughts, we rarely lead ourselves in a healthy direction. We were not built to be alone.

If you were to go to any one of the Germans in the picture above and tell them you are anxious about your life, they would be surprised. They surely would have been surprised at me yesterday morning. And I don’t have some great prescription for our society to follow so that we can leave anxiety behind. But I can tell you that I found a path out yesterday by praying to my God, taking the day to fast and pray (confession: I broke the fast after 6 p.m.), and then tapping into the inspiration that a bunch of German immigrants left for me 150 years ago.

 

Ruth 3

Ruth 3:1-18 One day Ruth’s mother-in-law Naomi said to her, “My daughter, I must find a home for you, where you will be well provided for. Now Boaz, with whose women you have worked, is a relative of ours. Tonight he will be winnowing barley on the threshing floor. Wash, put on perfume, and get dressed in your best clothes. Then go down to the threshing floor, but don’t let him know you are there until he has finished eating and drinking. When he lies down, note the place where he is lying. Then go and uncover his feet and lie down. He will tell you what to do.” “I will do whatever you say,” Ruth answered. So she went down to the threshing floor and did everything her mother-in-law told her to do. When Boaz had finished eating and drinking and was in good spirits, he went over to lie down at the far end of the grain pile. Ruth approached quietly, uncovered his feet and lay down. In the middle of the night something startled the man; he turned—and there was a woman lying at his feet! “Who are you?” he asked. “I am your servant Ruth,” she said. “Spread the corner of your garment over me, since you are a guardian-redeemer of our family.” “The Lord bless you, my daughter,” he replied. “This kindness is greater than that which you showed earlier: You have not run after the younger men, whether rich or poor. And now, my daughter, don’t be afraid. I will do for you all you ask. All the people of my town know that you are a woman of noble character. Although it is true that I am a guardian-redeemer of our family, there is another who is more closely related than I. Stay here for the night, and in the morning if he wants to do his duty as your guardian-redeemer, good; let him redeem you. But if he is not willing, as surely as the Lord lives I will do it. Lie here until morning.” So she lay at his feet until morning, but got up before anyone could be recognized; and he said, “No one must know that a woman came to the threshing floor.” He also said, “Bring me the shawl you are wearing and hold it out.” When she did so, he poured into it six measures of barley and placed the bundle on her. Then he went back to town. When Ruth came to her mother-in-law, Naomi asked, “How did it go, my daughter?” Then she told her everything Boaz had done for her and added, “He gave me these six measures of barley, saying, ‘Don’t go back to your mother-in-law empty-handed.’” Then Naomi said, “Wait, my daughter, until you find out what happens. For the man will not rest until the matter is settled today.” 

Dear God, first, we don’t spend enough time reading the stories of the Old Testament. These are just some great reads. Yes, they are dated and tell us about customs that seem weird to us, but they are still instructive and they are also fun to read. 

That being said, everyone’s responses to their situation are very similar to what we would do now. Naomi is trying to solve some big problems for her and for Ruth and she is strategizing. Ruth is being obedient to Naomi as well as being loyal to her. As Boaz says, “All the people of my town know that you are a woman of noble character.” Her reputation precedes her. 

And then there is Boaz. He has a good idea he is being used here, but he legitimately sees it as an opportunity to help a good person. He knows Ruth doesn’t mean anything negative by it. It’s the way of their world. But Naomi and Ruth trusted Naomi’s plan because they knew what kind of man Boaz was. 

All the while, unbeknownst to them but knownst to us, this is all paving the way for David and Jesus’s earthly lineage. How cool is that? You took the time to share David’s back story and tell us about. Some good people in a hard time. 

Father, help me to be a good person. Help me to be wise. Help me to be generous. Help me to simply let go of myself and love you. 

In Jesus’s name I pray,

Amen 

 
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Posted by on August 31, 2017 in Ruth

 

Ruth 2:14-17

Ruth 2:14-17 14 At mealtime Boaz called to her, “Come over here, and help yourself to some food. You can dip your bread in the sour wine.” So she sat with his harvesters, and Boaz gave her some roasted grain to eat. She ate all she wanted and still had some left over.

15 When Ruth went back to work again, Boaz ordered his young men, “Let her gather grain right among the sheaves without stopping her.16 And pull out some heads of barley from the bundles and drop them on purpose for her. Let her pick them up, and don’t give her a hard time!”

17 So Ruth gathered barley there all day, and when she beat out the grain that evening, it filled an entire basket.

 

Dear God, I have a friend right now in financial need, and it is hard to know how to help them. Where do I draw the line between helping and not helping? How do I keep from taking on too much of this friend’s burden? How do I keep from becoming codependent with them? I like to be a hero. How do I keep from falling into that trap, but instead listen for your still small voice as to what I am supposed to do?

Frankly, to help this friend would stretch us financially, and I have mixed feelings about that. One the one hand, I do have the money there and you have been very good to us. On the other hand, there is a part of me that doesn’t want to be foolish with the money in case we need it for something else.

I guess what is really bothering me is to hear how powerless this friend feels in their situation and how someone else in their life is using money to control them and put them in fear. I know people like that. I’ve seen the power they try to exercise over people and there is a part of me that wants to go in and neuter that power and keep them from being a bully.

I think of all of this because Boaz had some decisions to make about Ruth. She wasn’t the only woman gleaning in the field. But he knew her story of not only tragedy but honor. He appreciated it, respected it, and decided to do his best to honor it in a way that Ruth could still have her dignity.

Father, show my wife and me the way forward on this and the other issues that are before us. There are people for us to love. There are people on whom we need to use tough love. There are also situations in which we need to step back and let go. We need to trust you to be a provider for these people in your way. Perhaps that is through us. Perhaps it is through someone else. I think the thing I am hearing in this, however, is that, whatever we do, we need to do it in a way that gives our friend dignity.

In Jesus’ name I pray,

Amen

 
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Posted by on August 29, 2017 in Ruth

 

Ruth 2:1-13

Ruth 2:1-13

Now there was a wealthy and influential man in Bethlehem named Boaz, who was a relative of Naomi’s husband, Elimelech.

One day Ruth the Moabite said to Naomi, “Let me go out into the harvest fields to pick up the stalks of grain left behind by anyone who is kind enough to let me do it.”

Naomi replied, “All right, my daughter, go ahead.” So Ruth went out to gather grain behind the harvesters. And as it happened, she found herself working in a field that belonged to Boaz, the relative of her father-in-law, Elimelech.

While she was there, Boaz arrived from Bethlehem and greeted the harvesters. “The Lord be with you!” he said.

“The Lord bless you!” the harvesters replied.

Then Boaz asked his foreman, “Who is that young woman over there? Who does she belong to?”

And the foreman replied, “She is the young woman from Moab who came back with Naomi. She asked me this morning if she could gather grain behind the harvesters. She has been hard at work ever since, except for a few minutes’ rest in the shelter.”

Boaz went over and said to Ruth, “Listen, my daughter. Stay right here with us when you gather grain; don’t go to any other fields. Stay right behind the young women working in my field. See which part of the field they are harvesting, and then follow them. I have warned the young men not to treat you roughly. And when you are thirsty, help yourself to the water they have drawn from the well.”

10 Ruth fell at his feet and thanked him warmly. “What have I done to deserve such kindness?” she asked. “I am only a foreigner.”

11 “Yes, I know,” Boaz replied. “But I also know about everything you have done for your mother-in-law since the death of your husband. I have heard how you left your father and mother and your own land to live here among complete strangers. 12 May the Lord, the God of Israel, under whose wings you have come to take refuge, reward you fully for what you have done.”

13 “I hope I continue to please you, sir,” she replied. “You have comforted me by speaking so kindly to me, even though I am not one of your workers.”

 

Dear God, there is something to be said for just being a nice guy. There is something to be said for empathy. Boaz didn’t realize it, but his actions in this moment were being recorded for all time. History was watching, and we found him faithful. He is now an example to us on how to treat someone who is less fortunate than us.

Ruth, of course, is an example as well. She didn’t realize history was watching her too. She didn’t know that, 5,000 years later, I would be sitting here on a Sunday morning before church thinking about her faithfulness to Naomi and her perseverance in the face of hardship.

So what will I do today? What kind of an example will I be to anyone who might take note of my life. What kind of servant will I be for you?

Father, give me the strength to remember that every moment of my day counts. That doesn’t mean that I have to be in action every moment of the day to be found faithful, but it does mean that I need to be about worshiping you in my thoughts, words, and deeds. Thank you for the people in the Bible who were found to be faithful to you in their daily lives. I always think of the widow that Jesus saw putting the two coins in the offering. Help me to do all of this, and to do it in the humility that comes from the recognition that I am your grateful servant.

In Jesus’ name I pray,

Amen

 
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Posted by on August 27, 2017 in Ruth, Uncategorized

 

Ruth 1:19-22

Ruth 1:19-22 So the two women went on until they came to Bethlehem. When they arrived in Bethlehem, the whole town was stirred because of them, and the women exclaimed, “Can this be Naomi?” “Don’t call me Naomi,” she told them. “Call me Mara, because the Almighty has made my life very bitter. I went away full, but the Lord has brought me back empty. Why call me Naomi? The Lord has afflicted me; the Almighty has brought misfortune upon me.” So Naomi returned from Moab accompanied by Ruth the Moabite, her daughter-in-law, arriving in Bethlehem as the barley harvest was beginning. 

Dear God, this story is great evidence that there can be reasons for our suffering other than sin in our lives. In the moment–in the fog of war–we can interpret tragedies in our lives as you abandoning us. But, as outsiders looking in on this story in retrospect, we know that Ruth has a destiny that required this path Israel’s destiny requires Naomi’s suffering. 

I confess that I hate to suffer. I want to be happy. I want to feel secure and safe. And I often choose the safe option instead of the bold option because I want to play it safe. And I also confess that there have been times (and continue to be times) when I don’t understand the suffering I’m experiencing. I’ve been upset with you about my suffering. I’ve gone full-fledged Naomi and complained to others about my suffering. 

Father, Naomi could have used the Serenity Prayer from AA, and I can always use it. Please grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. 

In Jesus’ name I pray,

Amen 

 
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Posted by on August 26, 2017 in Ruth

 

Ruth 1:1-18

Ruth 1:1-18

In the days when the judges ruled in Israel, a severe famine came upon the land. So a man from Bethlehem in Judah left his home and went to live in the country of Moab, taking his wife and two sons with him. The man’s name was Elimelech, and his wife was Naomi. Their two sons were Mahlon and Kilion. They were Ephrathites from Bethlehem in the land of Judah. And when they reached Moab, they settled there.

Then Elimelech died, and Naomi was left with her two sons. The two sons married Moabite women. One married a woman named Orpah, and the other a woman named Ruth. But about ten years later, both Mahlon and Kilion died. This left Naomi alone, without her two sons or her husband.

Naomi and Ruth Return

Then Naomi heard in Moab that the Lord had blessed his people in Judah by giving them good crops again. So Naomi and her daughters-in-law got ready to leave Moab to return to her homeland. With her two daughters-in-law she set out from the place where she had been living, and they took the road that would lead them back to Judah.

But on the way, Naomi said to her two daughters-in-law, “Go back to your mothers’ homes. And may the Lord reward you for your kindness to your husbands and to me. May the Lord bless you with the security of another marriage.” Then she kissed them good-bye, and they all broke down and wept.

10 “No,” they said. “We want to go with you to your people.”

11 But Naomi replied, “Why should you go on with me? Can I still give birth to other sons who could grow up to be your husbands? 12 No, my daughters, return to your parents’ homes, for I am too old to marry again. And even if it were possible, and I were to get married tonight and bear sons, then what? 13 Would you wait for them to grow up and refuse to marry someone else? No, of course not, my daughters! Things are far more bitter for me than for you, because the Lord himself has raised his fist against me.”

14 And again they wept together, and Orpah kissed her mother-in-law good-bye. But Ruth clung tightly to Naomi. 15 “Look,” Naomi said to her, “your sister-in-law has gone back to her people and to her gods. You should do the same.”

16 But Ruth replied, “Don’t ask me to leave you and turn back. Wherever you go, I will go; wherever you live, I will live. Your people will be my people, and your God will be my God. 17 Wherever you die, I will die, and there I will be buried. May the Lord punish me severely if I allow anything but death to separate us!” 18 When Naomi saw that Ruth was determined to go with her, she said nothing more.

 

Dear God, this story reminds me of Nicodemus and the crucifixion. Ruth had seemingly hitched her wagon to the wrong train. Naomi misinterpreted the loss of her husband and sons as your raised fist against her (verse 13). But in this case, you had a plan for Ruth down the road. You had a plan for Israel. You had a plan for David and his lineage that needed Ruth and Boza to come together.

Ruth, for her part, simply showed devotion and persevered ahead, even in the midst of tragedy. She eschewed the logical path for one that was seemingly foolish. Love and devotion—doing the right thing—won out over selfishness and conventional wisdom.

Nicodemus was the same way. He was a closet Jesus follower, and yet, when he had the most to lose in front of his fellow Pharisees—when the person in whom he had put his faith had died—it was at that moment that he stepped out and let his heart override his mind.

Father, help me to do what is right at any given time regardless of the consequences. Help me to know when to reject conventional wisdom and simply press on towards your goal and rest in your voice leading me. Help me to glorify you in every way so that, when others might think I am being foolish, I will be at peace in knowing that, even if I made the wrong decision, I did it for the right reason.

And to close, here is a little Rich Mullins:

Lord, you’re leading me
With a cloud by day
And then in the night
The glow of a burning flame
And everywhere I go I see you
And everywhere I go I see you

In Jesus’ name I pray,

Amen

 
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Posted by on August 25, 2017 in Ruth, Uncategorized