II Samuel 8-12
The morning is being born before my eyes in the dim light of dawn. Dogwoods, redbuds and azaleas swirl in
bloom under a forest canopy ripe with the pale green of spring. Red birds flitter here and there as,
“morning is broken like the first morning.” The backdrop to my eyes is my heart filled with the story of
Uriah the Hittite and the longing I always have to make his life right. We are privy to the tragic back-story
that he’s innocently ignorant of.
Here’s Uriah’s epitaph, unknowingly spoken by him but tragically understood
by us. “And Uriah said to David,
“The ark and Israel and Judah are staying in temporary shelters, and my lord
Joab and the servants of my lord are camping in the open field. Shall I then go to my house to eat and
to drink and to lie with my wife?
By your life and the life of your soul, I will not do this thing”
11:11. This is so much like our
Jesus story. Through no fault of
his own Uriah dies for the sins of another. One of the deepest, darkest underlinings of the verse, “But
God demonstrates His own love towards us, in that while we were yet
sinners,
Christ died for us.” Romans 5:8
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| Monet |
This is why my back yard looks as if Monet painted it. It reminds me that I can trust God to
take care of Uriah and spring!!!
And this morning I need that trust.
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