…individually say thank you to everyone who has read, followed, commented, or even simply clicked here in the last few months, please allow me to do so here and now.
I was reading through some of the blogs of those who are now following me (and of course of my current follows/followers) and I am humbled to know that I am continually in such great company.
**the Book of Esther, chapters 7 and 8**
It just got REAL!!!!!
Esther is so dope to me. She didn’t stop in the middle of the party to pull the king aside and remind him that they had something to talk about. She let him come to her again. That just struck me as awesome. I know I can force situations because I don’t trust that the people in them are gonna be true to their word; or I create scenarios in my head of how something COULD happen. Like being shook at how God’s perfect will is gonna play out – it’s just how sneaky arrogance is – I won’t pray his perfect will be done because I think I already KNOW how a situation MIGHT turn out!!! How insane is that thought process?!?!? Unlike Esther, I’m so afraid of however I see the outcome, that I try to force the outcome.
Now, someone could look at it as Esther just stalling because she was shook (*insert neck rolls* “why she ain’t just tell him…how she gone keep having banquets for him?!?!” *insert more neck rolls*). But I think she was simply connected and patient. Especially after how she responded to the king. She made sure never to BLAME him or even hint that it was his fault – even though I’m sure she knew that the only way a law like that could have made the books is if HE allowed it. She wasn’t all up in her feelings about her husband being part of the issue because 1) she was very clear on who he was, and 2) she was very clear on the REAL issue. It’s like the chicks who always wanna fight the other woman but NEVER address their “man”. They let their little hurt feelings distract them from the real problem and the real culprit. Esther’s response had none of that. She even went so far as to affirm his trust in her. She turned it back to him basically saying that ‘had the issue only hurt me and not you, I wouldn’t even have bothered you. But since THIS plan will really cause YOU problems, I had to tell you.‘ And on top of feeding his ego a nice porterhouse, she was saying too that “Boo, you KNOW I ain’t no drama-queen or nag. You know I would have stayed in my chambers if it wasn’t that deep.” But a woman GOTTA KNOW IN HER HEART that she really ain’t that drama-queen or nag in order to stand like that. Verse 7 (chapter 7) had me in stitches! The king was so mad he had to excuse himself; and I can see him out there kicking over statues and flipping over benches talking about “Ain’t dis some *\#^%$&@!!!! Dis supposed to be my DUDE and he trying to off what’s MINE?!?!? Ohh HELLLLL NAW….NOT TODAY!!!!!” Then he comes back in to see this idiot all up on his wife?! At that point I’m sure the king ain’t really care that he was begging for his life — because he SHOULDA BEEN!!!
I’m trying to figure out how the dude Harbona knew so much about Haman’s plan….UNLESS he was one of those “friends” that Esther 5:12 was talking about!! You better be real careful about being a snake because you won’t see who around you might have snake tendencies. Cause this cat was QUICK to throw Haman under the bus, rather in the noose. But if he, Harbona, was one of the kings eunuchs, and Mordecai dropped dime on two OTHER eunuchs, would he have NOT known about how the king felt about Mordecai saving his life?!?! Or maybe he was one of the people from Esther 6:13 who was trying to warn him, Haman, to fall back from being in his feelings about Mordecai in the first place. So by Esther 7:9, he was like “Hey, we tried!! HANG HIM!”
Last thing is that it seems to me that when king realized that he made a bad call, he coulda saved himself and Vashti lot of heartbreak if he had just stopped and said “Yo…this was stupid! Go get my signet ring so I can get my queen back!” He was KING for cryin’ out loud – he could have done whatever he wanted, the same way he flipped the decree in Esther 8:8. But then too, HE was the one who was all nostalgic in the Vashti situation. In order to fix that, he would have had to fall on his own sword. This most recent situation was “technically” Haman’s fault so he got a BOGO: make a complete example of him AND make his words mean nothing. Beware of people who go hard to “hang you” and make YOUR wrongs right, but won’t fix the stuff they single-handedly shattered into pieces.
My Jesus crew is studying the Word book by book. A lot of times it’s called “The Bible in a Year”, but because we’re looking to really dig in and not just read, we’ll probably be working through it til 2016 (which is just fine by me)!
Anyhoo, since I do it everyday anyway – I’m gonna drop off the things that I got from what we went through that day, a “review” of the information, if you will. It’ll help me stop being lazy and hopefully you’ll enjoy some of the breakdown. Win-win.
For more semantic minded people, you’ll notice that the title of this is ‘In “REVUE”‘…and that’s more the feel that I usually have. It won’t be overly technical and I try not to be too satirical (although sometimes the topic just BEGS for it!! It’s just too easy!!) or cynical (which is simply my own personality issue!).
We’re in the Old Testament and are up to Esther, so next stop: Esther 7 & 8.
It’s been a minute since I’ve been “home”, i.e. in my writer’s chair. Blogging became a very low priority in the midst of trying to graduate from Seminary (which I did on May 10, 2014 with a Master of Arts in Old Testament Biblical Literature! Yes, that was an utterly shameless plug. And, YES, feel free to applaud!! LOL). What’s sad though, is that once I achieved that goal, climbed to the top of that mountain, grasped that crown…..yeah – you get the idea…I all of a sudden began to feel like I had NOTHING to say. Like, nothing, zilch, nada.
In this culture where any and everybody has something to say about any and everything – I had nothin’. But I came to the realization that in the midst of priorities, I simply forgot why I write. Not to be deep or pump my fist at any system…just because I get pure unadulterated joy when a pencil hits paper or when my fingers hit a keyboard.
It’s not about having anything to “say”, it’s about saying what I have. Sometimes I’ll have a rambling love letter written to no one in particular, sometimes I’ll have a dissection of something that struck a cord in me…regardless to what, it’ll simply be whatever I have. And that’s always something to say.
No one will ever know you have a voice if you never speak, and one word can say a multitude of things.