While Israel trudged through the wilderness, they encountered their cousins – the Moabites who were descendants of Lot.
Israel had a prophet called Moses who had a message. His message was timely for he arrived on the scene at the time prophecy said he would – 400 years later.
Moab, had a prophet too. A true prophet. He saw visions. God spoke to him regularly.
Both prophets knew how to approach God. Both would offer same sacrifices, speaking of the coming Lamb. Both built seven altars.
But Balaam opposed the Exodus. He sought to derail it. Moses was for it. He could see that it was the vindicated Word for that age.
Balaam had the form of godliness but not the revelation of the prophetic truth. Greed blinded his eyes. Today his name is mentioned in infamy. Be like Moses. Believe the prophecy for your era. Join the exodus.
When Paul the great apostle
Was caged in a Roman prison
Awaiting Emperor Nero’ pleasure
Though he erred not by any measure
His corporal body was chained
While his inner spirit-man soared
Though he suffered-we gained
For the truth keeps marching on
Almost all the apostles died for the Way
Yet the Word of God was not bound
The bloody harvest of death and pain
Merely stimulated the new grain
Today more are persecuted and killed
For daring to affirm the risen Lord
Still the Word cannot be bound
And the path from Cross to Glory
Is dripping with righteous blood shed
For the free and full Gospel story
Call it a fulfilled prophecy. Four hundred years after God told Abraham that his descendants will leave their land of captivity, Moses appeared on the scene.
His message was clear. The time of deliverance for Abraham’ seed had come.
He had two signs to go with his prophetic message. He was not the only miracle worker though.
Jannes and Jambres could create snakes too. Pharaoh was enthralled by their wonders. Why would they then believe the message of the Exodus?
Though they could make miracles happen, they failed to see that only Moses had the prophecy of God for that age.
As anointed but blind guides, they led their convert – Pharaoh to a watery grave beneath the Red Sea.
What think ye of Jesus Christ?
Messiah birthed in Bethlehem
Who is called the Son of David
And yet David called Him Lord
Did David just utter an idle word?
Or was inspired to call his Son Lord?
Who is this Man that is both
The Offspring and Root of Jesse
All at once the Fountain-Source
And Product of the Royal Seed
Why did Herod make a bloody fuss
And fight to extinguish the Light
If David had seen Him on His throne
Waiting patiently for two millennia
Till all His enemies bow at His Stool
At the end of Satan’s worldly mania
What think ye then of the coming King?
Be like David who bowed when he could
For Herod will be cowed when he must
Those who know bow to Christ now
Isaac had twins. Esau was the elder and Jacob the younger. Esau was a noble man. An example of machismo. He hunted, trapped and loved the outdoors. He was a father’s dream.
Jacob preferred his mum’s company. Preferred to hunt in the kitchen. A domesticated sissy?
Jacob valued the birthright. He knew it’s spiritual implications. Esau was gruff and rough about everything. Including the birthright.
He lost it. Traded it for convenience. For a meal. He could not comprehend its significance. Jacob bought it and sold it not.
The Word of God is our birthright. Don’t sell out for money, popularity or pleasures.
When the widow of Zarephath
A single parent in Israel’s famine
Got to the bottom of her pot
And the flour and oil was not
When she faced death’s grimace
She resolved with her son to
Eat their last meal and starve
Deliverance did suddenly arrive
Not in a horse-drawn food cart
But a hungry man with authority
Elijah-who had the sheer audacity
To ask for a meal when there was
None-yet the woman with alacrity
Put God first knowing it was a test
Her reward was immediate
Elijah prophesied her flour and oil
Would outlast the grim famine
Replenishing while others were perishing
Even in sight of the Grim Reaper
She sowed and reaped for long after
A ‘God first’ policy is always the best
A lack of vision is a peril
Like a pilot flying blind
Unseeing and unknowing
He will crash with his kind
When blind spiritual guides
Lead by their gut instincts
They feel their way to riches
Tottering at the precincts
Living the night’s dream
Dancing around Hell’s rim
The Spirit offers eye salve
A balm for this blindness to
The Word in its fullness
He stands fully rejected
His truth is not needed
No cure then for this fever
Mere truth causes a shiver
Then a shrug for all’s well
With the wily wealth-meter