Thursday 4-28-2016 (Rio Gallegos, Argentina)
Scripture Reading 2 Sam 3 I Chron
12 Matt 15
S=Scripture O=Observation
A=Application P=Prayer SOAP for the soul.
S. 2 Sam 3:13-16 But one thing I require of you: you shall not see my face
unless you first bring Michal, Saul's daughter, when you come to see my
face." So David sent messengers to Ishbosheth, Saul's son, saying,
"Give me my wife Michal, whom I betrothed to myself for a hundred
foreskins of the Philistines." And Ishbosheth sent and took her from her
husband, from Paltiel the son of Laish. Then her husband went along with her to
Bahurim, weeping behind her. So Abner said to him, "Go, return!" And
he returned. NKJV
O. Years earlier David had
requested from Saul the hand of his daughter, Michal... and had won a great
battle against the Philistines to win her. But Saul then rose against
David, chasing him into the desert for months, perhaps years. In the meantime,
David’s prize, Michal, was given to a man name Paltiel and he took her as his
wife. Now Saul was dead and David had risen to power and although he already
had at least 6 wives, David demanded that Saul’s son Ishbosheth bring Michal to
him to add to his harem. But her brokenhearted husband followed her a
long ways, weeping... until he was forced to leave her.
A. What a mess!
Everybody is raving about how great David is and here I am weeping, yes,
weeping with this brokenhearted man, Paltiel. David is already pampered
with too many women and demands his rights to this woman who has been for years
the wife of Paltiel. Did David know he was breaking the heart of a man?
We are not told, but I think he did. Without doubt Paltiel was pushed aside and
nobody cared. So why am I shedding tears for a man that is never
mentioned again in history? I guess it is because I suffer from what people
call “empathy”. I admit it. I cannot help myself. I weep with those that weep
and rejoice with those that rejoice. And as I read this story... I seem
to become that man pushed away from the woman he loved.
P. You know me Lord. I’m
no good at reading stories of broken hearts. I suffer with those that suffer. I
cannot help myself. And sometimes I see the broken hearts of those that
surround me and my heart breaks for them, too. Lord, I thank You for a
wonderful wife that was always faithful and loving, even when I am sure that I
did not deserve her. Now we are separated, by her crossing over to her new
heavenly home. Perhaps, just maybe... maybe my tears are for myself... for I
miss her today. I know You will send Your Comforter... You have not left
me alone. Amen.
Ralph
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