There is a redeemer Jesus, God’s own son Precious lamb of God, Messiah Holy one
Jesus my redeemer Name above all names Precious lamb of God, Messiah Oh, for sinners slain.
Thank you oh my father For giving us your son And leaving your spirit ‘Til the work on earth is done.
When I stand in glory I will see his face And there I’ll serve my king forever In that holy place.
Thank you oh my father For giving us your son And leaving your spirit ‘Til the work on earth is done.
There is a redeemer Jesus, God’s own son Precious lamb of God, Messiah Holy one
Thank you oh my father For giving us your son And leaving your spirit ‘Til the work on earth is done. And leaving your spirit ‘Till the work on earth is done.
Dear God, I heard this song for the first time in a long time about three days ago, and it really struck me how small we are. You are so…well, amazing. Awesome. Powerful. EVERYTHING! And I am so small. Even John the Baptist is less than the least in heaven. When I hear angels referred to as “Saints,” it almost seems like an insult to the angels. Like they can have the same title/designation as a human! No, we can be “Saints.” They are way above that.
So what do we do as these little, seemingly insignificant creations who are loved by you? We look to our redeemer. Jesus God’s own son. Precious lamb of God. Messiah. Holy one! You sent a piece of you to redeem us from Satan and make us part of your kingdom. To give us a path into your kingdom.
Father, I have embraced this gift for myself. Help me to offer it to others. Help me to share it with others. Help me to explain to them the difference between believing in your and accepting your redemption through Jesus and then walking through the narrow gate of discipleship. Help me to share that well.
2 When I first came to you, dear brothers and sisters, I didn’t use lofty words and impressive wisdom to tell you God’s secret plan. 2 For I decided that while I was with you I would forget everything except Jesus Christ, the one who was crucified. 3 I came to you in weakness—timid and trembling. 4 And my message and my preaching were very plain. Rather than using clever and persuasive speeches, I relied only on the power of the Holy Spirit. 5 I did this so you would trust not in human wisdom but in the power of God.
6 Yet when I am among mature believers, I do speak with words of wisdom, but not the kind of wisdom that belongs to this world or to the rulers of this world, who are soon forgotten. 7 No, the wisdom we speak of is the mystery of God—his plan that was previously hidden, even though he made it for our ultimate glory before the world began. 8 But the rulers of this world have not understood it; if they had, they would not have crucified our glorious Lord. 9 That is what the Scriptures mean when they say,
“No eye has seen, no ear has heard, and no mind has imagined what God has prepared for those who love him.”
10 But it was to us that God revealed these things by his Spirit. For his Spirit searches out everything and shows us God’s deep secrets. 11 No one can know a person’s thoughts except that person’s own spirit, and no one can know God’s thoughts except God’s own Spirit. 12 And we have received God’s Spirit (not the world’s spirit), so we can know the wonderful things God has freely given us.
13 When we tell you these things, we do not use words that come from human wisdom. Instead, we speak words given to us by the Spirit, using the Spirit’s words to explain spiritual truths.
1 Corinthians 2:10-13
Dear God, this happens to be the New Testament reading in a lot of denominations this morning, and it fits with the rest of my morning. I’m going to be talking to a church this morning, and I’ve been turning over what I’m going to say in my head for a couple of weeks. I’ve kind of got it down into four main parts.
Set-up: How I started doing these prayer journals
Results: What happened when I started journaling through Nehemiah
Other examples: What happened when someone else obeyed you (starting the nonprofit where I work)
Call to action: How will they listen for your voice and follow you
Here’s where I’m kind of hung up. I heard a Tim Keller talk to other pastors earlier in the week where he challenged them to always bring it back to Jesus. Jesus is the part of you that reached out and brought me into right relationship with you. I can’t do this without Jesus. Jesus is the perfected me that I’m striving to be like, but who is also the savior who links me to you. In the case of my talk today, Jesus is the perfected Nehemiah. Jesus is the perfected woman who started our nonprofit. Jesus is the perfected them (the people in the sanctuary today). Jesus is the one who made the way, set the example, and is now working through the Holy Spirit to show us who we really are in him.
Father, as I go into this morning, I want to be completely dialed in on who Jesus is in all of this. I want to glorify Jesus, worship you, and help people hear your Holy Spirit and sink into it as they make moment-by-moment decisions about their lives. Help me do that. Plan through me. Speak through me. Communicate through me. Love through me.
Like a foolish dreamer, trying to build a highway to the sky All my hopes would come tumbling down, and I never knew just why Until today, when you pulled away the clouds that hung like curtains on my eyes Well I’ve been blind all these wasted years and I thought I was so wise But then you took me by surprise
Like waking up from the longest dream, how real it seemed Until your love broke through I’ve been lost in a fantasy, that blinded me Until your love broke through
All my life I’ve been searching for that crazy missing part And with one touch, you just rolled away the stone that held my heart And now I see that the answer was as easy, as just asking you in And I am so sure I could never doubt your gentle touch again It’s like the power of the wind
Like waking up from the longest dream, how real it seemed Until your love broke through I’ve been lost in a fantasy, that blinded me Until your love, until your love, broke through
Songwriters: Keith Gordon Green / Randy Stonehill / Todd Fishkind
Dear God, I can’t believe I’ve seemingly never done a prayer journal on this song before. Not that I could find anyway. I’m surprised because it’s the first Keith Green song I remember hearing. I might have sung one or two of his other songs in church, but it’s the first time I remember hearing a song and connecting it to this guy named Keith Green.
It’s one of those great, humble songs. My wife and I were listening to it over breakfast this morning, and I just go full-body chills. Just who I am in relation to you. I’m so small. I’m so insignificant in the Kingdom of Heaven, but Jesus reached out and pulled me in. Jesus came. Jesus provided the bridge. Jesus welcomed me. He couldn’t override my will. He wouldn’t make me come to you, but he was ready for me when I was done. I’m grateful, I suppose, that my “hitting bottom” was pretty shallow. I certainly came to the end of myself pretty quickly. I guess what frustrates me so much is how tempted I am to take it back. To take my life back. To take control. To start to set my own agenda. Yeah, that frustrates me very much.
I think I’m going to spend the next few days with Keith Green and some songs. I told my wife this morning that he reminds me a lot of Rich Mullins. He didn’t have a classically great or traditional singing voice, but somehow it makes the great songwriting even better. You took both of them young. I think they were both in their late 30s. Keith died in a plane accident, and Rich died in a car accident. You took them young, you took the quickly. In some ways, I guess they went out like Elijah. For my part, I don’t care how old I am, Father, when you take me. And I guess I used to pray that you take me quickly. But that’s selfish too, I suppose. You just do with me whatever you will. My life is not my own.
26 Another rebel leader was Jeroboam son of Nebat, one of Solomon’s own officials. He came from the town of Zeredah in Ephraim, and his mother was Zeruah, a widow.
27 This is the story behind his rebellion. Solomon was rebuilding the supporting terraces and repairing the walls of the city of his father, David. 28 Jeroboam was a very capable young man, and when Solomon saw how industrious he was, he put him in charge of the labor force from the tribes of Ephraim and Manasseh, the descendants of Joseph.
29 One day as Jeroboam was leaving Jerusalem, the prophet Ahijah from Shiloh met him along the way. Ahijah was wearing a new cloak. The two of them were alone in a field, 30 and Ahijah took hold of the new cloak he was wearing and tore it into twelve pieces. 31 Then he said to Jeroboam, “Take ten of these pieces, for this is what the Lord, the God of Israel, says: ‘I am about to tear the kingdom from the hand of Solomon, and I will give ten of the tribes to you! 32 But I will leave him one tribe for the sake of my servant David and for the sake of Jerusalem, which I have chosen out of all the tribes of Israel. 33 For Solomon has abandoned me and worshiped Ashtoreth, the goddess of the Sidonians; Chemosh, the god of Moab; and Molech, the god of the Ammonites. He has not followed my ways and done what is pleasing in my sight. He has not obeyed my decrees and regulations as David his father did.
34 “‘But I will not take the entire kingdom from Solomon at this time. For the sake of my servant David, the one whom I chose and who obeyed my commands and decrees, I will keep Solomon as leader for the rest of his life. 35 But I will take the kingdom away from his son and give ten of the tribes to you. 36 His son will have one tribe so that the descendants of David my servant will continue to reign, shining like a lamp in Jerusalem, the city I have chosen to be the place for my name. 37 And I will place you on the throne of Israel, and you will rule over all that your heart desires. 38 If you listen to what I tell you and follow my ways and do whatever I consider to be right, and if you obey my decrees and commands, as my servant David did, then I will always be with you. I will establish an enduring dynasty for you as I did for David, and I will give Israel to you. 39 Because of Solomon’s sin I will punish the descendants of David—though not forever.’”
40 Solomon tried to kill Jeroboam, but he fled to King Shishak of Egypt and stayed there until Solomon died.
1 Kings 11:26-40
Dear God, I just spent too much time looking for an image on my phone. I wasn’t able to find it, but I found it in two parts on someone else’s Facebook post when I Googled it.
It basically takes all of the kings of Judah and Israel and labels them as having done right, done evil, or mixed. The first time I saw this a few years ago, I saw that, while Judah had a mixed bag of kings (with most of them doing evil), Israel itself, including Jeroboam in this story, had nothing but kings who did evil. You knew this already in this story. I thought of a line from the opening of the movie Spaceballs as I read this story this morning (paraphrasing): “Unbeknownst to Jeroboam, but knownst to us…” The conversation Ahijah had with Jeroboam that day should have been enough to scare Jeroboam into not falling away from you. But it wasn’t. And all these stories should be enough to keep me from falling away from you, but I do it time and time again. Just yesterday morning as I was reading about Solomon I found myself repenting.
There’s a Keith Green song called “I Don’t Want to Fall Away from You.”
“After all the things that you have shown me, I’d be a fool to let them slip away.” But I am a fool.
Father, once again, I’m here this morning. I always do things I shouldn’t do, but you know, Lord, I don’t want to fall away from you. Help me. My faithfulness to you is the one things you can’t force. Well, you can, but you gave me free will. I can’t pray that you will never let me slip away. That’s my choice. But I can ask that you help me. I am “prone to wander, Lord. I feel it. I’m prone to leave the God I love. If it’s possible, here’s my heart, Lord, take and seal it. Seal it for thy courts above.”
1 These are the memoirs of Nehemiah son of Hacaliah.
In late autumn, in the month of Kislev, in the twentieth year of King Artaxerxes’ reign, I was at the fortress of Susa. 2 Hanani, one of my brothers, came to visit me with some other men who had just arrived from Judah. I asked them about the Jews who had returned there from captivity and about how things were going in Jerusalem.
3 They said to me, “Things are not going well for those who returned to the province of Judah. They are in great trouble and disgrace. The wall of Jerusalem has been torn down, and the gates have been destroyed by fire.”
4 When I heard this, I sat down and wept. In fact, for days I mourned, fasted, and prayed to the God of heaven.
Nehemiah 1:1-4
Dear God, the first time I remember reading these words was just over 23 years ago. They were actually life-changing for me. I saw something in Nehemiah that I didn’t see in myself at the time. I was a Christian. I loved you. I worshipped you. I loved my family. I studied scripture. But what you showed me in Nehemiah in these four verses was that I lacked compassion for others and a motivation to act on it. Sure, if someone I knew was having a hard time, I would reach out to them or try to comfort them. I remember in the summer five years earlier when my wife and I were generous to someone we came across with. So I wasn’t heartless or even selfish. But I still insulated myself in my safe middleclass world and didn’t really expose myself to other people’s pain. That’s what I heard you tell me. That I wasn’t really willing to touch other people’s pain. I threw that out in my prayer that day. That you would make me willing to touch other people’s pain.
You answered that prayer a few weeks later when a friend invited me to tour a nonprofit in South Waco called Talitha Koum. With that, you sent my entire life into a new direction. Now, 23 years later, I not only help underprivileged people as a vocation, but I also reach out and volunteer for other organizations to help people. I don’t say this to pump myself up or to make myself look good. I say it because, in the end, it’s what Jesus called us to do. We can’t just love you with all we have. We have to love our neighbors as ourselves. Why? Well, 1.) we are your Plan A for the world and there is no Plan B. And 2.) it is good for me to get out of my selfish tendencies and put, as Rotary International puts it, service above self.
Father, I’m going to be speaking at a church on Sunday, and I think I’m going to end up, basically, giving my testimony. Not of how I got “saved” and first came to faith in you, but how you and I have been working out my faith over the last 26 years (when I started doing these prayer journals). It’s been a slow process, but it’s been awesome. And you are patient with me. You are kind. You are loving. Thank you for meeting me here. Thank you for revealing my deficiencies to me 23 years ago. Thank you for continuing to reveal my deficiencies even up to today. I love you. I worship you. I give you my heart and soul.
For the choir director: A psalm of the descendants of Korah, to be accompanied by a stringed instrument.
1 How lovely is your dwelling place, O Lord of Heaven’s Armies. 2 I long, yes, I faint with longing to enter the courts of the Lord. With my whole being, body and soul, I will shout joyfully to the living God. 3 Even the sparrow finds a home, and the swallow builds her nest and raises her young at a place near your altar, O Lord of Heaven’s Armies, my King and my God! 4 What joy for those who can live in your house, always singing your praises. Interlude
5 What joy for those whose strength comes from the Lord, who have set their minds on a pilgrimage to Jerusalem. 6 When they walk through the Valley of Weeping, it will become a place of refreshing springs. The autumn rains will clothe it with blessings. 7 They will continue to grow stronger, and each of them will appear before God in Jerusalem.
8 O Lord God of Heaven’s Armies, hear my prayer. Listen, O God of Jacob. Interlude
9 O God, look with favor upon the king, our shield! Show favor to the one you have anointed.
10 A single day in your courts is better than a thousand anywhere else! I would rather be a gatekeeper in the house of my God than live the good life in the homes of the wicked. 11 For the Lord God is our sun and our shield. He gives us grace and glory. The Lord will withhold no good thing from those who do what is right. 12 O Lord of Heaven’s Armies, what joy for those who trust in you.
Dear God, I have a friend who died less than two weeks ago. I just found out yesterday. He was a complicated man who had a lot of hostility towards anything Christian. He was a good man who tried to be moral, but pain exuded from him. He was always negative. Always biting. He didn’t abide me ever talking about you, so I tried to be your presence to him while not using the explicit words. And he paid me the compliment one time of saying that he thought my faith was genuine. I think I was able to show him a Christian who loves you and loves others.
I know he grew up in a devout Christian home, but he had things about him they couldn’t accept and it pushed him away from both them and you. He was just so angry, but I couldn’t help but wonder if there wasn’t a reason for his anger. Some sort of trauma that happened to him that fueled his pain and hostility.
I had a dream last night about a visitation from you in the person of Jesus. It was a modern visitation. I don’t remember specifics, but my wife was there and two other people were there, although I don’t remember who they were. It was a very warm and comfortable visitation. Affirming. I don’t know what it means, but I’ll take it. When I woke up at about 3:00 I lie in bed a while and found myself praying for my friend. He’s gone and I don’t know how prayers for the dead work, but while I was praying I got a vision of Jesus praying for the people who were killing him while he was on the cross, asking you to forgive them for their sake and through their ignorance. Did that prayer help them? Absolve them? Did you forgive them?
Father, if it is possible to ask for forgiveness on behalf of this man, I ask that you please forgive him. I suspect at one point, even as a boy, he had a moment of accepting the role of Jesus in his life even though I feel certain some pain from the outside must have happened to him to drive him away from his family, the church, and you. Will you hold that against him, or will you understand? If my prayers make a difference for him, I pray that you forgive him. He didn’t know what he was doing. I pray that he might find his peace and dwell in your home, your courts, forever.
53 After they had crossed the lake, they landed at Gennesaret. They brought the boat to shore 54 and climbed out. The people recognized Jesus at once, 55 and they ran throughout the whole area, carrying sick people on mats to wherever they heard he was. 56 Wherever he went—in villages, cities, or the countryside—they brought the sick out to the marketplaces. They begged him to let the sick touch at least the fringe of his robe, and all who touched him were healed.
Mark 6:53-56
Dear God, Mark/Peter seem to be painting a picture here. I kind of picture Elvis or the Beetles being mobbed by crowds wherever they went, except instead of people just wanting to be close to their celebrity, these people just wanted to be healed or get something miraculous out of Jesus. They were desperate for hope. Fans of Taylor Swift or Bad Bunny just want to be close to power and celebrity. But what’s described here is people just wanting to be set free from pain and disability. And maybe also hoping to get a glimpse of Jesus performing a miracle.
So why am I here today? Am I just here to use you? Am I desperate to get a piece of you so I can have my life be a little better? And if I am, is that the worst thing? I mean, Jesus healed a lot of people who were motivated in this way. So were they wrong to want healing from him even though they didn’t totally understand who he was?
There’s a danger in coming to you selfishly. It become very prosperity gospel-ish. And while I shun the idea of being here because I want something material from you, I do come to you with prayers of supplication for family and friends, my world, my life, etc. But it’s determining what I should expect and not expect from you that is a little tricky. And again, why am I here? Is it to get these things, or is it because I simply love and appreciation you.
It’s also a little like my complicated relationship with donors where I work. Am I in relationship with them so they will give our clinic what I want them to give, or am I in relationship with them to love them as much as possible? I hope it’s the latter. That’s the line I try to walk.
Father, I appreciate the gifts you give, but I want you to know I’d be here even if there was nothing. The closer I get to you and become like you are calling me to be the more at peace I am. So maybe that’s why I’m here. For the peace. Regardless, I’m here to worship you, to ask your favor on those I love, and while I still don’t understand the difference my prayers make for them or myself, Jesus seemed to think it was important to bring those requests to you so I bring them to you now. For my family. For my friends. For my community, state, and country. For our leaders. For our world. For your Church. Help us to be your ambassadors in this world so that others might know you and find the narrow gate.
Dear God, I dreamt about my grandparents last night. I’m not sure where that dream came from, but it seemed fairly clear and significant. While it’s hard to say a lot of the details of the dream, it focused around their church, First United Methodist Church, back in Junction City, Kansas. I used to visit it with them whenever I would see them in the summer. They were pillars of that community at the time. They were loved and appreciated. They were part of the core of that church. Then my grandmother died fairly suddenly in 1992 and my grandfather move to Texas to be closer to my parents and had a long decline with Alzheimer’s, dying in 1999. It’s been over 30 years since they were part of that church family, and I would venture to say they have been forgotten. But how much of their legacy in that community remains?
Maybe I thought of this because my wife led singing for a double funeral this week for a couple who had been married over 68 years, and been part of our church for more than all of that time. They were respected, appreciated, and loved. They left a mark. There were 16 priests at the funeral because one of their son’s is a priest and while he was in seminary his mother would take treats and blessings to all of the young men in seminary. He was a fireman, among other things. And in your mercy, you enabled them to die within days of each other. The community really feels their loss. And yet, one day, 34 years from now, much like my grandparents, they will likely be forgotten. Time moves on. As Gary Thomas put it in Sacred Parenting, we are born we have children, and then we get out of history’s way. Yes, we contribute to history, but very few of us will ever have our names attached to something or be remembered. What I offer this world is my life, my actions, and how both of those things will touch other lives and fall like dominoes into the future. But in the long run, I will be forgotten.
Father, my grandparents’ names might be forgotten, but the vibrations of their lives carry on. They carry on in my father, in me, and in my children. They carry on in my aunts, uncles, and cousins. But more than that, they carry on in lives that experienced the vibrations of their actions who have no idea where those vibrations came from. And my life will be the same way one day. I will be forgotten. My name will disappear. And that’s okay. I don’t need people to remember my name so that I will be honored. Yes, there’s a sadness to know that my grandparents won’t be remembered because they mean a lot to me. But they’re fine now. They’re with you. And I’ll be with you someday. And even though I might be the lowest in your kingdom, I will still be able to worship you, love you, and live with the results of the life you gave me. Father, help me to be exactly who you need me to be today. The Gospel reading is about us being salt and light to the world. Make me salty today, but that saltiness can only come from you. That light can only be a reflection of you. Help me to be a conduit of you today through my worship of you.
15 Then Balak tried again. This time he sent a larger number of even more distinguished officials than those he had sent the first time. 16 They went to Balaam and delivered this message to him:
“This is what Balak son of Zippor says: Please don’t let anything stop you from coming to help me. 17 I will pay you very well and do whatever you tell me. Just come and curse these people for me!”
18 But Balaam responded to Balak’s messengers, “Even if Balak were to give me his palace filled with silver and gold, I would be powerless to do anything against the will of the Lord my God. 19 But stay here one more night, and I will see if the Lord has anything else to say to me.”
20 That night God came to Balaam and told him, “Since these men have come for you, get up and go with them. But do only what I tell you to do.”
21 So the next morning Balaam got up, saddled his donkey, and started off with the Moabite officials. 22 But God was angry that Balaam was going, so he sent the angel of the Lord to stand in the road to block his way.
Numbers 22:15-21a
Dear God, I was thinking a lot about this story over the last two weeks. Ever since I was listening to a podcast from the Bible Project on the Book of Jude, and it referenced Balaam and how awful he was. I’ve never read this story that way, although it’s obvious that Balaam is always referenced within other scripture as a bad person.
A lot of the problem seems to center around this passage, so I thought I would take some time with it and also look at a commentary to see if it could help me. Without the commentary, the only sense I could make of your anger with Balaam was that back in verse 12 you not only told Balaam to not go with Balak’s men, but you also said, “You are not to curse these people, for they have been blessed!” He only told them men you told him not to go with them. You didn’t give the entire message. They didn’t report back to Balak that you refused to curse Israel. That might have changed Balak’s reaction. Maybe you were mad that Balaam wasn’t giving the whole message.
So that’s my theory. In the commentary on Numbers from Mastering the Old Testament, James Philip points out that it is odd that Balaam would entertain Balak’s men a second time and approach you a second time. What was it about him that hoped you would change your mind? Did he hope to get in good with Balak and his men? Did he hope for wealth? It was seemingly foolish for him to even approach you again, but to his credit at least he did that. Then Philip quotes Gordon Wenham’s commentary on Numbers, which says, “Balaam may go, but he may say and do only what God permits. The listener or reader is meant to be surprised and to ask himself why this apparent change of mind on God’s part? Will Balaam really be allowed to curse Israel after all? The next scene answers such questions beyond ambiguity.” Here’s the part I liked from Philip. He said, “…God was reading the prophet’s heart and, seeing the mixed motives there, and the desire for gain, said to him in effect, “Very well, have your own way and go with him”–in the spirit of Psalm 106:15, “He gave them their request, but sent leanness into their soul.”
Where does that leave me? Well, it makes me wonder about my mixed motives. Do I really love people or am I just trying to make myself look good? Do I really care, or am I trying to get what I want out of a relationship? How are my motives “mixed” when it comes to following your directives for me or questioning them?
Father, I really do want to consider my life worth nothing to me (Acts 20:24). I want my motives to be pure. If I’m developing a relationship with a donor, I want it to be about caring for them and not about what I can get out of the relationship for me or for the agency I work for. If I’m working with a patient, I want it to be out of my love for them and not some kind of stroke my ego gets out of helping people. If I’m loving on my wife and caring about her needs, I want it to be purely out of love for her and not for how it might somehow get her to love me the way I think she should. If I’m here worshipping you, I want it to be out of pure love for you and a need in my soul for relationship with you and not so you will make me #blessed. So I give that desire of my heart to you today. Open my eyes to my mixed emotions and the angel that might be there to strike me from the path. Open my eyes as you opened Balaam’s that day. That’s a scary thing to pray, but it is all I know to bring you this morning.
2 As the time of King David’s death approached, he gave this charge to his son Solomon:
2 “I am going where everyone on earth must someday go. Take courage and be a man. 3 Observe the requirements of the Lord your God, and follow all his ways. Keep the decrees, commands, regulations, and laws written in the Law of Moses so that you will be successful in all you do and wherever you go. 4 If you do this, then the Lord will keep the promise he made to me. He told me, ‘If your descendants live as they should and follow me faithfully with all their heart and soul, one of them will always sit on the throne of Israel.’
5 “And there is something else. You know what Joab son of Zeruiah did to me when he murdered my two army commanders, Abner son of Ner and Amasa son of Jether. He pretended that it was an act of war, but it was done in a time of peace, staining his belt and sandals with innocent blood. 6 Do with him what you think best, but don’t let him grow old and go to his grave in peace.
7 “Be kind to the sons of Barzillai of Gilead. Make them permanent guests at your table, for they took care of me when I fled from your brother Absalom.
8 “And remember Shimei son of Gera, the man from Bahurim in Benjamin. He cursed me with a terrible curse as I was fleeing to Mahanaim. When he came down to meet me at the Jordan River, I swore by the Lord that I would not kill him. 9 But that oath does not make him innocent. You are a wise man, and you will know how to arrange a bloody death for him.”
10 Then David died and was buried with his ancestors in the City of David. 11 David had reigned over Israel for forty years, seven of them in Hebron and thirty-three in Jerusalem. 12 Solomon became king and sat on the throne of David his father, and his kingdom was firmly established.
1 Kings 2:1-12
Dear God, I had a few thoughts whileI read this passage this morning:
The author of this knew how it would end. He (I presume it was a man) knew Solomon would eventually fall away from you and become a bad king. He would marry a lot of women who had idols and he would worship their idols. So as the author is writing verses three and four, he knows Solomon won’t live up to this, Israel will be split from Judah, Israel will fall, and eventually Judah will fall.
David’s deathbed instructions for vengeance see so petty. Why did he never deal with Joab before? Why did he vow not to harm Shimei only to tell Solomon to kill him? It seems like an awfully heavy responsibility to lay on Solomon as he begins his reign. The first thing he is supposed to do is arrange for the deaths of two people? I don’t like that for Solomon at all.
I do like that David wanted Solomon to extend kindness to Barzillai. He remembered the kindnesses as well as the slights and sins.
Father, I guess the part that really sticks with me right now, the part that I want to carry with me into my day, is the idea that I should do everything I can to love you and love others well. Help me to do that. Help me also to let go of any bitterness I have in my heart and love the people who have caused me pain. I want to be your worshipper and ambassador today.
Emails to God 