On Korach
When did it become disjointed?
The image from the meaning?
She sits at a desk, headset on. [dah dit dit dit] They all asked why she would bother with such an outdated thing. Why not toy with the talking kind of radio? This was 30 year old technology. But why not?
She sat back and stopped transcribing. It was all the same anyway. [dit dit dah dit dit]
The roof of the tent was flapping about in the sun so that the stripes themselves seemed to burn with light. The rest were all busy, all keeping busy; but only one was truly intent on the pursuit. That sincere eagerness, that simple and reckless eagerness. It was electric. This was no ordinary study.
She looked over at the screen. From it hung a few hats and a robe.
"But you are not one of them..."
[dit dah dit dit] brought her back. Back to a troubled frame of a moment. What does one do when the meaning is taken out of the image and the image paraded before the eyes of men? Even if it is done as a curious, intellectual pursuit, it cannot be safe. What awesome powers were being handled? What was this thunderbolt that they sought to grasp?
No, she knew it. But... the image alone is so appealing, so why not take just the image and leave the meaning behind?
[dah dah dah]
So many days sitting at the desk to translate old manuscripts. The relics found, examined, documented in such intricate detail. Such wondrous and beautiful things. Yet, were they all a vanity and a chasing under the sun?... [dah dah dit dah]
What would you do?
Were the meaning put back into the image, what would you do, then?
Would the proper response be to turn away in terror or to take up the shadows, now with form and spirit, to set one's heart to a true work. But in fearlessness will you go forward? Forward on Balaam's donkey into the sword of an angry angel? You cannot see it... Those things which tempt us. We think they make us holy. We think we can live to glorify an image. But don't you feel the rattling, the groaning deep in your soul when you take up that breastplate? Will you assemble your company against the LORD even as you seek His glorious service?
And so, we finally reveal the heart of the question.
Will I study these holy things and handle them as I wish, even as an offering for Him? Did not Nadab and Abihu do this - and what was their end?
Or, will I study these holy things in order to know their meaning - to stand in humble awe of the God who gave them so that I might learn how He would have me walk with Him in this life, in this reality, in this day, in this covenant?
Will I choose rebellion or obedience, idolatry or worship, death or life?
The image from the meaning?
She sits at a desk, headset on. [dah dit dit dit] They all asked why she would bother with such an outdated thing. Why not toy with the talking kind of radio? This was 30 year old technology. But why not?
She sat back and stopped transcribing. It was all the same anyway. [dit dit dah dit dit]
The roof of the tent was flapping about in the sun so that the stripes themselves seemed to burn with light. The rest were all busy, all keeping busy; but only one was truly intent on the pursuit. That sincere eagerness, that simple and reckless eagerness. It was electric. This was no ordinary study.
She looked over at the screen. From it hung a few hats and a robe.
"But you are not one of them..."
[dit dah dit dit] brought her back. Back to a troubled frame of a moment. What does one do when the meaning is taken out of the image and the image paraded before the eyes of men? Even if it is done as a curious, intellectual pursuit, it cannot be safe. What awesome powers were being handled? What was this thunderbolt that they sought to grasp?
No, she knew it. But... the image alone is so appealing, so why not take just the image and leave the meaning behind?
[dah dah dah]
So many days sitting at the desk to translate old manuscripts. The relics found, examined, documented in such intricate detail. Such wondrous and beautiful things. Yet, were they all a vanity and a chasing under the sun?... [dah dah dit dah]
What would you do?
Were the meaning put back into the image, what would you do, then?
Would the proper response be to turn away in terror or to take up the shadows, now with form and spirit, to set one's heart to a true work. But in fearlessness will you go forward? Forward on Balaam's donkey into the sword of an angry angel? You cannot see it... Those things which tempt us. We think they make us holy. We think we can live to glorify an image. But don't you feel the rattling, the groaning deep in your soul when you take up that breastplate? Will you assemble your company against the LORD even as you seek His glorious service?
And so, we finally reveal the heart of the question.
Will I study these holy things and handle them as I wish, even as an offering for Him? Did not Nadab and Abihu do this - and what was their end?
Or, will I study these holy things in order to know their meaning - to stand in humble awe of the God who gave them so that I might learn how He would have me walk with Him in this life, in this reality, in this day, in this covenant?
Will I choose rebellion or obedience, idolatry or worship, death or life?