Here Comes the Judge
Today’s Reading: 2 Samuel 14
Key Verse: 2 Samuel 14:14
For we will surely die and become like water spilled on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again. Yet God does not take away a life; but He devises means, so that His banished ones are not expelled from Him.
King David’s general, Joab, schemes to bring about reconciliation between David and Absalom. Joab, as a principle counsellor to David, brings a widow before the king to present a fake issue on which David is asked to waive the next of kin’s obligation to avenge his murdered relative. The application to David in Absalom’s murder of Amnon is obvious. Joab wins his point and Absalom returns from exile. In her appeal, the widow pleads God’s mercy and clemency to guilty sinners. While the case she presented was false, God’s mercy was true. First, we see the patience God shows to those who break His laws. Secondly, God has made provision for the restoration of sinners. 2 Peter 3:9 tells us that God, “is not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance.”
PRAYER FOR TODAY:
Lord Jesus, the Apostle Paul tells me that if I judge myself, I will not be judged (1 Cor. 11:31). When I partake of the Lord’s Supper and of the bread and the fruit of the vine, I seek to review my conduct and judge myself. You show me areas of my life where I need to repent. I pray for ongoing grace to live in that attitude of repentance. In Your strong Name I pray, Amen!
100 PERSONAL WORDS:
I’ve been asked by the Crossroads leadership to write a book of my personal stories, some of which have appeared in this devotional. A working title for the book is What I’ve learned. Here’s another story. When I turned 5, my sister Elaine informed me that I could attend the one room schoolhouse where she was in Grade 5, and my sister, Willa, was in Grade 7. My sisters and mother had taught me to read and I felt ready to take on the world. An older student named Beth Ramsay, decided to give me a nickname, Mess. My mother and sisters told me to forgive her and try to laugh with her. I admit that I was embarrassed and my feelings were hurt. I was thankful when Beth graduated from Grade 8, because when she left for high school, the name left too. We all want to be liked. The reason I’ve told this story is that another title I’ve been toying with is From Mess to Maturity.