The Lord watches over those who obey him, those who trust in his constant love. He saves them from death;
he keeps them alive in times of famine.”
Psalm 33:18-19 (GNT)
“I am a dying man. But years ago, I was a stubborn man. I knew the answers. And God’s Word seemed out of step with my circumstances. Surely, He didn’t see my struggles. Faced with famine I had no other choice. I took matters into my own hand.
Ignoring Naomi’s plea, her longing for Bethlehem, God’s house of bread, I turned a deaf ear. My two small sons needed an assertive father.
‘I won’t tarry, not one more day. My mind’s made up. Pack your things. We leave at sunrise…going to Moab. Don’t worry; we’ll keep separate from the heathen…stop borrowing trouble. Besides, it’s just a sojourn… nothing permanent. We’ll be together. That’s the main thing…right?’
Naomi, relinquished, let go, submitted, but her once exuberant spirit died. My vibrant Naomi, who made a party happen at the wink of an eye, could not be found. And I chose to look away. I didn’t want to consider her anguish. After all, I knew best. It was fitting she surrender.
But, my friend, as I survey my life in Moab I confess, in my dying breath, I was wrong. Oh, did I mention my name is Elimelech? It has a wonderful meaning…My God is King. How glorious to have such a name…a promise! He is still King, unchanging, always the same, regardless of circumstances… of famine. Such things do not alter His power, His authority, His might. He calls Himself the God who changes not…the God in whom there is no shadow of turning…the God for whom nothing is impossible. Oh, my friend, I am the one who turned, who deserted my King. I am the one who rejected His counsel because I thought He didn’t care….wasn’t able…wasn’t there. And I am one who looked at my crises instead of my King. I cry to you from my death bed. Be not as I. Not all left Bethlehem… forsook God… and now they reap reward…plenty. Boaz… to name one.