“Many have undertaken to draw up an account of the things that have been fulfilled among us, just as they were handed down to us by those who from the first were eyewitnesses and servants of the word. With this in mind, since I myself have carefully investigated everything from the beginning, I too decided to write an orderly account for you, most excellent Theophilus, so that you may know the certainty of the things you have been taught.” Luke 1:1-4
As I have seen so many who give their accounts for choosing to write. And encouraging others to do likewise. Correspondingly I shall attempt to do so here.
Why do I write? Would you like to know why I write? I will tell you why I write. But first, if I may, I would like to tell to you a little story. A vignette of sorts. My way of leading up to an account of why I write.
It’s a true story. And I think it’s narrative apropos to the subject at hand. One that happens to be instructive – for me, and for all who have a discerning, inquisitive bent.
The Purloined Ark
*In this scene the Ark of Covenant is being readied to be returned to it’s rightful owners*
*It has caused grievous nasties to it’s thieves*
*But they also set “traps” in the event coincidence was the culprit, not curse*
*Reason being they would really like to keep so formidable piece of war machine, its God being an ultra-powerful wartime God. Not to mention it belongs to the Israelites, whom they didn’t like very much.*
“[The Philistine priests said,] ‘Now then, get a new cart ready, with two cows that have calved and have never been yoked. Hitch the cows to the cart, but take their calves away and pen them up. 8 Take the ark of the Lord and put it on the cart, and in a chest beside it put the gold objects you are sending back to him as a guilt offering. Send it on its way, 9 but keep watching it. If it goes up to its own territory, toward Beth Shemesh, then the Lord has brought this great disaster on us. But if it does not, then we will know that it was not his hand that struck us but that it happened to us by chance.’
10 So they did this. They took two such cows and hitched them to the cart and penned up their calves. 11 They placed the ark of the Lord on the cart and along with it the chest containing the gold rats and the models of the tumors. 12 Then the cows went straight up toward Beth Shemesh, keeping on the road and lowing all the way; they did not turn to the right or to the left. The rulers of the Philistines followed them as far as the border of Beth Shemesh.” (1 Samuel 6:7-12)
This rendering from 1 Samuel chapter 6 is based on the account of the Philistines capture of the Ark of the Covenant, which represented God’s presence with Israel, in a battle victory over Israel. Technically, taking God’s power away from Israel for battle victory purposes. And not-so-technically, Israel should not have taken the Ark to the front lines of battle in the first place; very dishonoring toward God. It was to remain behind the lines, protected during any battle engagement. But this time, the Israeli’s were fearful enough to lose sight of their trust in God’s word alone, and endeavored to ‘physically’ bring Him into battle with them. Showing His displeasure with the Israeli’s over such a transgression, He caused the Philistine’s to win the engagement, and capture the Ark of the Covenant.
But taking it back to their Philistine towns as a battle trophy, and setting it before the carved idols that were their own “gods,” displeased Almighty God greatly. God caused a sudden, severe outbreak of pestilence and plagues of infestations of rats in response.
Long story a bit shorter, the Philistines decided to appease God, by sending the Ark back to Israel’s territory to be rid of the plague. However, to test if it was, indeed, the Ark of God causing the infestation, they schemed to use two calving cows never yoked for burden bearing. And further, two cows still nursing their calves, separating the calves from their mothers during this effort for purposeful testing.
Now, under totally normal circumstances, the cows should never have moved forward, not accepting being yoked to the pull cart. They should have followed where their calves were taken, back to the barn or enclosure. That would be normal and predictable.
But God, in His sovereignty, directed events by compelling the cows to do His will. The cows were compelled by God. But they did His will while “lowing” all the way. We could say they were complaining. Although it would be more likely that they were utterly confused in what and why they were doing this. They were doing something completely unnatural in their circumstances, and they were lowing, voicing their confusion as to why they were obeying. Fair enough? [Side note: To be fair to those two cows I want to note that we often do the same thing. How many times have you said to yourself, “Why am I doing this?” while doing something you didn’t want to do, but knew it had to be done. Sound familiar? I’m sure I’m not the only one. Compelled of God?]
And now the segue into my writing.
All the above, dear reader, to say this is why I write. I am compelled. Even as those two cows were compelled of God.
I don’t always know why; I don’t always know what. But I keep doing it. I am compelled. Driven when given, writing even while saying I’ve had enough of writing. Although I work to do my best, writing doesn’t come naturally to me. So, mooo, and here’s another article-post. (‘Compelled‘ can also be coined ‘Applied Dedication‘ Or, ‘Just Do It‘).
Seriously though, I am truly glad and so very thankful. That the Lord would find me useful, still. As He gives to me this small patch of ground to care for in His huge field. That I may keep my hands and mind busy for His glory, and my thankfulness to Him for it. Working shoulder to shoulder with my risen Savior. And others who belong to Him of the same mind and spirit, sending written words of His attributes by blog over net connect. May it ever be so. And may many of His blessings flow into the world through this world-wide-web net connection and others like it.
Having said all above, I can boil it all down to one short phrase: The God of Life, the Savior, He is why I write. And may it be so until that final post published brings me with it, through the ether-verse, through the gossamer veil, drawing me from the physical to the spiritual and that open door – Home. (That’s not bible, just my fanciful imaginative way of saying: One Way, and one day, He will say: Come Home to stay).
In His grip, G.W.