Smallhouse Log

Tuesday, Eighth Week
"We don't need any more severed body parts!" -Elise, 02/18/2007

In case you hadn't noticed, today's post is brought to you by the letter AAR!

So remember Balaam, son of Beor? Balak, the king of Moab, called him to come and curse the Israelites in the desert, because Balaam was a prophet and heard the voice of God, and he was apparantly pretty good at cursing things. Balaam (yes, this is the guy with the ass) refused to come at first, and then, when he did come, would not or could not curse the Israelites, and instead blessed them -rather a lot. Balak was pissed. Not everyone remembers this story, but it's commonly known, right?

But what happens then? One of the last things Moses does before being 'gathered to his people' is to plan an attack on the Midianites. Now, Balaam, a mostly obedient prophet of God, is a Midianite. And all the men of Midian get killed. Including Balaam. In fact, he's mentioned by name. Why? Why is that so? I don't know, and it bothers me. There's a lot of events in scripture that aren't explained well, and that bothers me. I'm so much more comfortable reading the Gospel of Luke or the Acts of the Apostles.

Of, course, we are rapidly approaching the season of discomfort. Dust Day is tomorrow, in fact. A week after valentine's Day; I'm not sure I'm ready. But I'm never ready; I guess that's part of the point.

Enough rambling, I've got A's to earn.

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