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Whose land is it then?

June 6, 2013

I stood in a slow-moving line yesterday and struck up a conversation with the woman behind me while we waited. Near the end of our discourse, we got to talking about the Bible and the land of Israel and how she believed that history shows the pagans were the first to own the land that Israel and the Palestinians are still fighting for and therefore arguing about ownership based on history doesn’t hold up, in her opinion. Then she informed me that she was a pagan.

Our conversation ended when it became my turn at the counter, so we parted ways, but I found myself pondering her comments on the drive home. I had tried to tell her that God actually owned the land and that He gave it to Israel because the pagans were evil – according to Old Testament history. God had given the pagans (Canaanites) years to repent, but they would not do so. She started to question what evil really is, but that’s when our conversation was cut short – unfortunately. Or perhaps it ended where it should have, as I got the impression she really didn’t want to listen to opposing views, she just seemed interested in telling me her studied opinion. I should have liked to hear more.

But both of her points were worth considering and started some thinking on my part. I have studied the cultures of ancient Mesopotamia, the place God called Abram to leave. I have also done some research into the land of Canaan where Abraham lived as a guest among foreign nations, but a land that God promised would one day belong to his descendants. Sodom and Gomorrah were two of those cities of that Canaanite country and were the most notorious among the pagans. But they certainly were not the only ones who violated God’s standards.

We have all violated God’s standards.

If you look at biblical history starting in early Genesis, and if you accept the idea of God as Creator of the universe, then the truth is, God owns what He’s created. He made us. He made the world. And the one who makes a thing gets to give what was made to whomever He pleases.

Initially God gave the earth to Adam and Eve (again, according to the biblical account). And eventually their children inherited the place. But in Noah’s day (a descendant of Adam), the people of earth had strayed so far from the original standard, and their thoughts “were only evil continually” that God destroyed most of His creation and started over again with Noah’s family. (For the record, most ancient cultures have some account of a flood in their history.)

Abram was descended from Noah’s son Shem. And after God scattered the people to the ends of the earth, Abram was born in Ur of the Chaldees. God called him to leave his home, his family, and his country to go to a place God would show him. Abram believed God, and did as He said, and eventually God gave to Abraham’s descendants the land that once belonged to the Canaanites (pagans).

So how did the Canaanites end up owning the land in the first place? Typically, if land is empty, people will settle there. If the land was occupied, people fought wars to obtain what someone else had claimed. I have not researched in depth ancient Canaan’s occupation from people like the Jebusites, Hittites, Canaanites, Perizzites, and other tribes mentioned in Scripture, but I do know that many wars are recorded there of one people conquering another and claiming their land. The land once promised to Abraham, and fulfilled finally in the days of Solomon, has had many squatters or occupants. But none can truly lay claim to something owned by God. Is there any place on earth that we can say is truly “mine?”

We are all tenants of the earth, the place where God has allowed us to live. And one day God will ask us for an accounting of how we cared for what He entrusted to us.

As for the people of Israel – Scripture is clear that God promised them a land. He mapped it out for Abraham and both Abraham and David purchased portions of it. The rest was conquered through war. And much was lost through war over the centuries.

Does God love all of the people groups living on His land in the Middle East today? Yes. Is there a place there for all of them to claim as their own? That is a question the greatest minds have pondered for generations seeking peace between the various people groups living there. But God tells us that peace will not truly reign until Messiah Yeshua, the Son of David rules that land. And that day is not yet.

As for this woman’s question of what is truly evil – in response to my comment that the pagans lost the land because of their evil ways – that seems like an odd question to me. There was a time when that question was a no-brainer. Sacrificing children to idols (as those nations did), is evil. Prostituting themselves in the name of “worship” of their gods is also evil as it breaks the first commandment to have “no other gods before me.” It also breaks the commandment concerning adultery.

Sodom (the city I mentioned above) was destroyed because “She and her daughters were arrogant, overfed and unconcerned; they did not help the poor and needy. They were haughty and did detestable things before me. Therefore I did away with them as you have seen.” (Ezekiel 16:48-50)

If that’s not evil, what is?

In the meantime, there will be arguments and peace accords trying to decide whose land it is and who should have the right to live where. Amazing how attached we grow to select places on earth. But God has put His stamp on the Middle East, and Jerusalem is a city where He once put His Name.

All who seek the Lord on His terms will one day call that city home. And they will live in peace in that land. The pagan woman I met yesterday was wrong in thinking the pagans own the land. Only the One who created it can lay true claim to it.

Selah~

 

 

by jill at 10:16 am in ,

Fall reflections

October 1, 2012

October 1st. I love this time of year! A bike ride to the park reveals the fall colors on the trees, as though nature is putting on its greatest show before it slinks into hibernation. It’s also a time when some of my favorite foods end up in the grocery store aisles. I went shopping today, and as I was looking for lettuce and peppers and broccoli and such, I spotted cranberries! Okay, so I wasn’t jumping up and down giddy, but when I checked the back of the package and found my favorite cranberry salsa recipe on the back, I could not resist. I bought a bag, along with the cilantro, jalapeño, limes and green onions, and made some tonight.

Here’s the recipe:

Cranberry Salsa

1 bag of cranberries (12 oz.)
1 bunch cilantro chopped
1 jalapeño, seeds removed and chopped fine
1 bunch of green onions chopped in 1-inch pieces
3/4 cup white sugar
2 limes juiced

Put everything in a food processor and combine until mixed well but not soupy. Refrigerate. Serve with blue corn chips (or whatever suits you). Tastes great as a meat accompaniment too.

Fall brings so many great tastes – like caramel apples and pumpkin bread and squash with honey and butter and well, I could get hungry just thinking about it! I made a sweet potato quinoa soup a week or so ago that will definitely be on my fall menu.

This season also means looking ahead to the holidays and family birthdays. And the memory of my dad’s journey to heaven. If pumpkin pie exists in heaven (and I’ll bet it’s way better than it is on earth) then I can imagine my dad savoring a delicious bite! (Or as he would joke – a whole pie all by himself!)

Fall is a reminiscent time, and a time to reflect on our blessings. (Thanksgiving is just around the corner!) I was reading in Thessalonians the other day and it struck me the way Paul began both letters. He started out telling the people there how thankful he was for them, for their faith, their hope, their love. And I was thinking how awesome that must have sounded to those people. Imagine getting a letter that starts out – “I thank God for you!…and here’s why…” It’s so easy to pick out the criticisms and focus on the negatives.

And I was thinking – how often when I pray do I point out all the things I want God to fix in someone, in myself, in the world? And surely there are a lot of things that need fixing. But there is a lot to praise Him for too.(The Jewish Sukkot celebration began today and lasts until next Sunday. It is the biblical Feast of Booths or Feast of Tabernacles – a celebration of reminiscence and joy and dependence on God for all He has done and trust in what He will do in the future.)

And while I won’t be building a booth and living in my backyard this week, I still have great reason to celebrate. God is good! And He shows it in every detail of His creation. A bike ride to the park shows me the squirrels He has made that scamper on either side of the path and make me laugh, and I wonder if I’ll have to brake for one that decides to rush across my path. I can’t help but smile as I watch the sun’s rays burst around white puffy clouds as though it can’t hide any longer! And my eyes feast on the colors, while I listen to praise music and still hear the birds and insects buzz in the trees around me, and I am grateful that I am able to observe and enjoy such things.

And when I think about those I love and all of the wonderful ways they have blessed my life, how can I not celebrate? God has surrounded us with some great gifts.

As another fall comes around and seasons bring change, I look forward to each thing with joy. Maybe not the jumping up and down giddy kind, but joy just the same!

Selah~

by jill at 9:51 pm in ,

When there is no rain

July 18, 2012

Anyone watching the news or even slightly aware of the world around them knows that we have been experiencing some strange weather. Drought, famine, wildfires, flash floods, record-breaking heat, hurricane-force winds where they don’t belong, earthquakes, and more. Not to mention wars and unrest in the Middle East, economic failure here and in Europe. Our politicians promise to fix things – at least some things. But they can’t control the weather. And great men have sought peace in the Middle East for years, to no lasting avail.

This week I’ve been reading 1 Kings, studying Solomon’s life and trying to fit things into some kind of timeline. In the process, I came across Solomon’s prayer at the dedication of the temple – a seven-year project that would have easily made the list of the seven wonders of the world – if it were still standing. When the building was at last complete, Solomon sacrificed so many sheep and cattle that the number could not be recorded or counted. After his sacrifices, he prayed.

As I read Solomon’s prayer, I marveled at how applicable it is to our world and the above mentioned things happening today. He said:

“When the heavens are shut up and there is no rain because your people have sinned against you, and when they pray toward this place and confess your name and turn from their sin because you have afflicted them, then hear from heaven and forgive the sin of your servants, your people Israel. Teach them the right way to live, and send rain on the land you gave your people for an inheritance.

“When famine or plague comes to the land, or blight or mildew, locusts or grasshoppers, or when an enemy besieges them in any of their cities, whatever disaster or disease may come, and when a prayer or plea is made by any of your people Israel—each one aware of the afflictions of his own heart, and spreading out his hands toward this temple—then hear from heaven, your dwelling place. Forgive and act; deal with each man according to all he does, since you know his heart (for you alone know the hearts of all men), so that they will fear you all the time they live in the land you gave our fathers.”

For those of us who have faith in the same God to whom Solomon prayed, we would do well to consider such a prayer our own.

Selah~

Work on earth and a little glimpse of heaven

June 24, 2012

This week has been busy as I’m on deadline for Rebekah’s galley edits. What that means is, I receive the edited manuscript on a Word doc with track changes–the comments from my editor. She also includes a letter telling me other things to look for. So I get to see all of the places where I overused a word or misplaced a comma or had a sentence that was too wordy. Jessica (my editor) is great about making suggested changes, and she words her suggestions in the kindest way. It’s like a spoonful a sugar with medicine, if you are old enough to remember that phrase!

I have three weeks to get all of the corrections back to her. In that time, I go over the manuscript several times. I’ve gone over all of her comments and made corrections. (Step one) Now I’m using the “search” feature and cutting the places where I have overused words. (Step two) For instance, I had “gaze” 200 times. I cut the word to 48 times used. Of course, for some words there just is no replacement, and most don’t stick out as you read. But I love that she catches things that I miss. I had six items to search. I have three and a half to go.

Then when I finish the little detail changes, I will start at the beginning and reread the manuscript at least once. (Step three) Jessica accepts the changes or answers my queries in a second go-round, but that comes after this first due date.

I will breath easier when I finish this first round of edits, because I’m anxious to get back to research on the Solomon novellas (while Rachel’s story sits on the back burner before I start the second draft on it.) Deadlines are good because they give me a goal and a time frame from which to work.

In the meantime, life must be lived. We celebrated my mom’s birthday with family yesterday. She will be 89 this week! I am so grateful to still have her here with us!

Randy spent last week working at our church’s kid’s day camp. We went to the Friday night closing program, and I sat next to a woman from Egypt, whose daughter had been at camp all week (and loved it). I asked the woman if they attended our church, and she said no, that they were Orthodox. I said, “Greek Orthodox?” She explained that they were Coptic Christians. Her response reminded me of the Church of the Holy Sepulcher in Jerusalem, that has a Coptic Christian congregation. (I love meeting people from different cultures!)

I thought about that as the children (830 attended that week) went up on stage, grouped according to their different age groups to sing or perform for us. Little children with such a beautiful variety of skin colors representing a history of nations. And it struck me that they were a wonderful reflection of Revelation 5:9-10:

And they sang a new song, saying:

“You are worthy to take the scroll,
And to open its seals;
For You were slain,
And have redeemed us to God by Your blood
Out of every tribe and tongue and people and nation,
And have made us kings and priests to our God;
And we shall reign on the earth.”

Little children of more ethnic backgrounds than I can name stood side by side singing praise songs to Jesus. Asian, African American, Egyptian, Anglo-saxon, Middle Eastern, European…Protestant, Catholic, Orthodox (Coptic), and more.

For He will (and has) redeemed us to God by His blood “out of every tribe and tongue and people and nation.”

It was a little glimpse of heaven amidst the work still left to do on earth.

Selah~

by jill at 6:34 pm in , ,

Why it’s called Good Friday

April 6, 2012

‎If Jesus died such a horrible death on this Passover Friday, why do Christians call it “good”? Since when is torture and pain and injustice a good thing?

This Passover preparation week would have been a busy one in Jerusalem during the time of Jesus. There were the animals teeming near and in the temple courts (for sale to those who didn’t want to cart their animal from their home towns, or to those who just couldn’t find an unblemished lamb or goat among their own flocks.) Interesting to note that God never suggested that the priests become temple merchants. Offerings were meant to come from each person, gifts and sacrifices of the heart. Jesus said it clearly when he proclaimed, “My Father’s house is a house of prayer, but you have made it a den of thieves.”

Besides the preparation for the Passover, the chief priests and Pharisees were consumed with a different task that year in Jerusalem. They wanted to be rid of Jesus. And they spent every possible moment plotting how to do just that. They found their  betrayer in Judas, and managed to cook up the most unjust trial in history until they got what they wanted. (Interesting how motivated we can be when we want something bad enough.) Little did they know what they were really doing – crucifying the Son of God. Then again, maybe they did. They knew His claims. They just didn’t believe Him.

Then there was the quiet dinner Jesus ate with his disciples that last time, celebrating Passover with them in a way that would change them forever. There He introduced a new covenant, one where He would write the law of love on their hearts and be with them always. He did it for the joy set before Him – the joy of releasing us from the bonds of sin, the joy of opening a door to heaven, to His Father, that we could never open without Him. The only problem was, that door needed blood spattered over its lintels and posts. As God required of Moses the night of the first Passover (sprinkle the blood on the door posts and over the lintel of the house so that the angel of death would see the blood and pass over that house), so He required it of His only Son.

The door to God required sacrifice of all that might separate us from Him. But even if we sacrificed all, we would still lack the perfect love of an a perfect life. None of us can be perfect in thought and word and deed for our whole life long. “There is none righteous, not even one.” Until Jesus came. Even the Jewish leaders of His day could not find a single viable fault in Him. They looked. Oh, how they looked! But the witnesses couldn’t agree on anything. What condemned Him in their eyes was the fact that He spoke the truth about his relationship to His Father, making Himself equal with God. And they just couldn’t wrap their heads around that thought. He was a threat to their whole belief system. Their rules and manmade traditions. Their works that they thought made them righteous, when all it really did was make them even further from the truth. Their pride kept them from really seeing Him. They forgot about the door (when Jesus declared that’s exactly what He was) and the blood that had to cover it.

Jesus didn’t forget. He sweat great drops of blood over the blood He knew would be spilled. The blood He had to allow them to shed so that the Angel of Death could see the blood covering those who believe and pass over them. They were secure in Him and would one day be in His house forever, protected by the blood.

But first, He had to endure the cross where the blood would be shed. He would endure the torture of the flogging (enough to kill a man), the thorns, the mocking, the humiliation, the cursing, the nails, the jolt to His body to be raised up on that heavy cross, even the splinters from the wood on his battered skin.

He could have stopped it.

He could have called ten thousand angles to destroy His enemies and set Him free.

But He didn’t.

He allowed them to crush Him.

“Surely he has borne our griefs
and carried our sorrows;
yet we esteemed him stricken,
smitten by God, and afflicted.
But he was pierced for our transgressions;
he was crushed for our iniquities;
upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace,
and with his wounds we are healed.
All we like sheep have gone astray;
we have turned—every one—to his own way;
and the Lord has laid on him
the iniquity of us all.” (Isaiah 53:4-6 ESV)

That’s why He stayed. To bring back the lost sheep that have strayed, to place His own blood on the doorposts and lintel, so that the sheep could pass under the blood and be saved from the Angle of Death. To be saved from separation from His Father who loves the sheep. Who loves us.

That’s why this Passover Friday is called “good.” Only a very good God could have thought of such a plan and put it into action. Only a very great God would have endured the worst men could throw at Him and still love us.

Jesus said, “ I am the door; if anyone enters through Me, he will be saved, and will go in and out and find pasture.” (John 10:9 NASB)

Selah~

by jill at 12:07 pm in ,