Ahab married a pagan queen called Jezebel. She was a dominating female. She vented her spleen of idolatry on Israel. The whole nation fell into the error of Baal worship. Not Elijah.
He called for a showdown with Baal’s prophets. To offer a sacrifice that must be divinely consumed by fire. Elijah called for this contest according to a God-given vision.
The fiery consumption of the evening oblation soon vindicated the prophet that came by revelation. And those who came by their own volition paid the ultimate price for their indiscretion.
Balaam was a true prophet
Who knew the ways of God
One day Moab’s king beckoned
And asked to know God’s word
About an itinerant people swarming
His borders – fearing swamping
Balaam consulted the Lord
Who told him to bless not curse
The rabble were a chosen people
Abraham seed and favoured thus
Balak the king was disappointed
He hoped Balaam would use the Spirit
To pronounce destruction on the few
He sent messengers of a greater hue
With better promises of reward
If only Balaam would be froward
Balaam consulted God again
Had God spoken at first in vain?
God changed his mind-asked him to go
With the emissaries of the dubious king
Second command was not His perfect will
For Balaam’s obedient ass soon stood still
Seeing a shining angel with a sword
Blocking off the path of a greedy prophet
Who for reward wanted God to change
His Word for the benefit of his surfeit
God’s first command is always right
To resist that is to prepare for a fight
Where the Head goes so the body does
Where the Head is the Word and the Lord
So His people made up of flesh and blood
Are people whose veins throb with His Word
The love of such is held by a strong chord
A seven strand one that defies peril and sword
They follow the Master not for mere bread
And so will not depart for hunger’s dread
Or for miracles or wonders that spin the head
Like Peter they know He has the Word of Life
His holy precepts then are an end to all strife
The Bride is bound to Christ by His Word
Which has become hers as she is His flesh
The Head has ascended and so the body will
Unity of Word and Bride is the Father’s will
David had a charismatic son called Absalom. He was also a very ambitious prince. He wanted to be king. He engineered a successful revolt. David and his loyalists had to flee the capital – Jerusalem.
The wisest man in David’s council was Ahithophel. Shrewdly, he betrayed his master and followed the rising sun.
But God would not let the sun set on His anointed. He planted a man called Hushai to counter the counsel of Ahithophel to Absalom.
The coup failed. Ahithophel’s wise counsel was rejected to his ruin.
Ahithophel did not realize that it was better to foolish for the right cause, than wise in the wrong course. He paid the supreme price.
There is a Man here who can
Turn on the Light of deliverance
At earth’s dawn He called order
From the chaos of insouciance
And defeated darkness with Light
The benighted foe still fights on
With black arts of weaving unbelief
Waving a wand of doubt and fear
Till he is defeated by the Light
So resist the urge to scream in despair
Let the piercing Light of His promises
Illumine the dungeon’s deepest cellars
And dry your tears for Son-Light is near
If the escape route seems unclear
Or your faith has vanished into a void
Call Him and one Finger flips the switch
Sending demon-caste scurrying in fear
When David was on his deathbed, the question of succession arose. David had earlier proclaimed Solomon his heir.
Adonijah had other ideas. He set up a coronation party. He invited many dignitaries. Crucially he did not invite the prophet Nathan.
Nathan got a wind of it and hurried to David to halt the plot. David reaffirmed his royal decree and Solomon was crowned for all to see.
Adonijah erred by not consulting the prophet. For the Word comes to the prophet. Bypassing the Word, he thought by the sword to overcome the royal son of David.
He failed. Same Word tells us that all who resist the coronation of Christ the Royal Son of David will fail. They make the same mistake and perish for failing to consult the Word-prophet.
On a searing hot Sunday afternoon
Cleopas and friend were mournful
As they trod the road to Emmaus
The Messiah’s loss was so painful
The Lamb was harangued and hanged
He who was once the Great Jewish Hope
And Israel’s freedom was now damned
With faith crushed how would they cope?
A Stranger joined them on the way
And asked the cause of their sadness
Bemused, they mused He must be new
Not to know about Friday’s gory darkness
The Stranger began with prophecies of old
How Friday’ crucifixion was a manifestation
And a triumph of Messianic vindication
For Christ must offer to suffer and die for all
To take away the dark cloud of death’s pall
He spoke till they arrived Emmaus at dusk
They invited Him in-made their home an inn
Supper served, He broke bread in His manner
Revelation flashed, This was Him the same as
Before the nails and gore-He was risen
Off He went to confirm His resurrection
To others like us still bound in fear’s prison
For He is that same as He was that day
By past prophecy proving His present sway