The love of Israel to their God, YHWH, was so much like a yo-yo. Up and down. Just a few chapters back, in 2 Chronicles 23, we see the Passover Festival commences after a long silence. Then it stops again. Why? What was happening? And how long was this span between Passover celebrations from Joash to Josiah?
it is so disappointing to read how these godly young men lose their senses later in life and go astray. They fall in love with themselves and what their fleshly hands have established, their worth in this world, earthly pleasures, etc. It is really all bagged up in 1 John 2:16, “For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh and the lust of the eyes and the boastful pride of life, is not from the Father, but is from the world.”
Something that gripped me here was the significance and purpose of music. I had lost sight of it, or, perhaps, never even knew its real place. As a musician and songwriter, it is not difficult for me to sit down and scratch out a song and a melody. For years I struggled in a band performing in bars and clubs, never quite satisfied, always wanting, striving and waiting for a record contract. It never came. Was that a good thing? What have I learned from it all?
1 Chronicles 21 recaps the account first seen in 2 Samuel 24 when David stirs up God’s wrath in a major way. What had he done? He had taken a census.
I was reading recently in the book of I and II Kings and had an epiphany. Toward the end of chapter 10 in the second book, I came to an abrupt halt when I read about the slaughter of the 70 sons of Ahab, his confidants, friends and even acquaintances. Anyone remotely related to him and any connection to the worship of Baal was annihilated by Jehu and his men.