In the beginning was the Word
And what God spoke became
Today He asks us to do same
To feed on the Word of His mouth
And become like Him-the Word
To be like Him is to speak
And call things that are not
By mention to bring them forth
Confession is the true compass
That makes the heart faith’s port
Where salvation’s ship will berth
Be not afraid to say the promises
For speaking brings a creative birth
Where reality is formless and void
When in doubt, speak the Word out
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.
Two religious men were called of God to offer a sacrifice. They both did so earnestly. One sacrifice was accepted and the other was rejected.
Abel offered an animal for his sacrifice. Cain, the ultimate vegetarian, offered fruits and vegetables.
Abel’s altar was messy and bloody. Cain’s altar was beautiful and succulent. God chose the ‘dirty’ altar over the ‘clean’ one.
How did Abel know that blood was the essence of the sacrifice? How did he know that without blood, there would be no remission of sins? He knew this by faith – a revelation.
Cain had no revelation. He worshipped God by his mental deduction – which was wrong.
Sincerity and religiosity without a true understanding of the Word is like a well without water or a cloud without rain.
Confusion reigned now crowned by terror of misunderstanding
Questions were rewarded with stares of incomprehension
Some thought it a joke-this unintelligible play-acting
But this derision midwifed the birth of mirthless frustration
All work soon stopped on the great tower
No more brick and mortar for want of what to utter
Nimrod’s pet project was destroyed in a hour
Nimrod’s idea was to unite all of humanity
In the great quest to ascend to heaven
By sweating sinews and ambition-fueled unity
They would make a name for all eternity
The Midianite merchants brought Joseph to Egypt
Being bought by Potiphar, Pharaoh’s officer
He was trusted to administer all of his master
Except the wife, for doing so would be disaster
Potipher’s wife lusted after Joseph and tempted
With secret rewards that would destroy Joseph’s purpose
If he ever that act of disloyal wickedness attempted
Joseph declined and she was shame-facedly morose
Daily she pursued, and daily he doggedly refused
Yet she framed him with evidence of his righteousness
A garment obtained in flight from evil’s appearance
Ironic, yet it was God’s plan not happenstance
Joseph was the penultimate son of Jacob
Preceding by birth only little Benjamin
Joseph was the much loved son of his Pop
Sired in old age, to whom he was never mean
His father made him a coat of many colours
Affection manifests in deeds, so do the honours
Joseph had a gift of dreams and interpretation
He dreamed he was the head of the Galaxy
And his siblings and parents bowed in submission
His siblings were piqued-who was he in the hierarchy?
Shall this teenage upstart now claim dominion?
From Laban his uncle he went
Increased in goods, flock and progeny
Yet around the plains lurked the enemy
Esau whose wrath Rebekah foresaw
Twenty years had not dimmed bitterness
Rage still burned bright like an evil flame
Jacob like a man wanted to play his game
Against an armed band-results would not be same
Jacob divided his flocks and sent them ahead
Would a present pacify patient wrath?
Stored and silently stoked by a peeved brat?
Time was scarce, Jacob could do no more than that