Something About Death

Something about death. Ancient grudges become unimportant in light of this universal, mortal adversary. The urgency for healing with the approach of irreversible breach.  People tend to set aside grudges at death’s door.

Not so, Jacob. Being called out by your father on his deathbed. My heart grieves for Reuben and Simeon and Levi. They will overcome the blow. But no one could envy this humiliation – the lancing open of these old, festering wounds. Painful as it is, this infection cannot pass into another generation unrecognized.

Israel will be a nation. It’s not petty retribution. Just the unvarnished truth. Hard to hear. Damning insinuation.

But the nation needs moral clarity. No amount of history can absolve the destructive power of these unwanted and destructive dispositions.

Get rid of it – not for some arbitrary claim of moral purity that no one cares about. No one cares about your claims of moral purity.

Instead, find the freedom to deliver value into a nearly bankrupt world.