I write this to one who will never read it. Why I allow you to hold me hostage to the past I do not know. Every time I believe I am finally free of you free of you I discover more bindings. This time it is because I discovered you are like the rich man in a story told by Nathan (in 2 Sam. 12:1-4) about a rich man , a poor man, and the poor man’s ewe lamb.
You had your pick of the land. You could have chosen any place among the 237,500 square kilometers of land mass. Yet, the only place you wanted was precisely the place we had already inhabited for over a decade. Somehow the desolate “backwater” place that no one else wanted was so appealing to you that you evicted the only ones who loved it. Once it was empty, you could have moved there, but you never did! You changed your mind. It wasn’t such a great place after all, so you moved on to “greener” pastures further south. Before too long, you left the region altogether!
Your selfishness appalls me! The cowardly manner in which you connived to take the poor man’s ewe lamb is shameful! The fact that you didn’t really even want the lamb, the fact that in all practicality you sacrificed it on your man-pleasing alter makes me cry. I don’t know who to mourn for most, the poor man or you.
You have forgotten all about the poor man and his ewe lamb by now. Unfortunately I have not. Fortunately for the poor man, God cares for the broken and abandoned and wounded. God is taking care of the poor man. I just wish I could have continued to be a part of the picture.
