Tag Archives: Ezekiel

62: Unwanted

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No one looked on you with pity or had compassion enough to do any of these things for you. Rather, you were thrown out into the open field, for on the day you were born you were despised.” Ezekiel 16:5 NLT

That we might be ultimately unwanted is one of the deepest and most hurtful lies that the enemy can plant in our souls. When it succeeds in germinating, it is very tough to shift. If you have ever felt unwanted, as though the universe made a mistake letting you in, I am so very sorry for that hurt. Please know that you were created by love and in love and for love, whatever your earthly parenting or early life may have been like. God created you unique and proclaimed you good, and he does not lie. He also proclaimed you loved, time and time and time again. He sings over you with love and delights in you. He longs to mother you and nurture you. He even came down here to show his love for you abroad in the earth by living and dying for you. If not you then no-one, if everyone else, then you too.

The verse after the one above, talking of the Lord’s love for Jerusalem, says that he passed by and saw the unwanted girl child, saying, “Live!” and goes on to speak of the prodigious care he takes over us. He wants us, he sees us, he wants us to make it, to care for us, to help us be all we can be. It shows us too that the Lord sees and is against every abandonment and the heinous practice of exposure, which is far more likely to happen if one is born female. He sees and he cares.

Humans, and especially families, can make us feel unwanted, unloved, unneeded. This is deeply tough if we are abused or adopted for reasons we cannot fathom. Those taking care of us can tell us either outright or by subtle cruelties, that we were a mistake, an accident or a regret. But love knows better, and love is better.

My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.” Psalm 139:15-16 NIV

 

©Keren Dibbens-Wyatt

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46: Insurrection

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But I will put hooks in your jaws and make the fish of your streams stick to your scales. I will pull you out from among your streams, with all the fish sticking to your scales!” Ezekiel 29:4

This prophecy against the Pharaoh of Egypt firstly paints the allegory of his imagining that he is the King of the Nile, a great river dragon (crocodile), and then tells him how God will bring him down. At first I was puzzled by this picture of sticky fish, but it seems that this particular Pharaoh was unseated by an upstart who had the support of the Egyptian people. The fish in the river are his people, not as he thinks, his loyal subjects, but heavy weights, maybe even a parasitic burden in this imagery.

Even kings with great power may be unthroned, and if all the fish in the river get together, they can suffocate a crocodile. Earthly prestige and power may be foiled by the actions of the powerless. Again and again God shows us that he likes to use the lowly to bring down the mighty. The Magnificat contains one of the most beautiful, heartfelt expressions of this facet of God:

He has performed mighty deeds with his arm;

he has scattered those who are proud in their inmost thoughts.

He has brought down rulers from their thrones

but has lifted up the humble.

He has filled the hungry with good things

but has sent the rich away empty.” (Luke 1:51-53 NIV)

 

We should never, then, despise the poor or the humble, but rather count them as world changers and tools of God. How often has the Lord used a shepherd or a fisherman, a prostitute or a teenager to kill the Goliaths of this world? We would be better counting ourselves among those at the bottom and the edges of society, among those the world says are unlikely to achieve anything grand, for with God anything is possible, and he loves to defy our closed minds and crack open our hard hearts.

 

Better a poor and lowly shepherd boy with a stone, a teenage soon-to-be carpenter’s bride, a stuttering outcast prone to seeing fiery bushes, than a proud and arrogant crocodile, thinking himself invulnerable in his scaled hide and protected by his great jaws, who then has these imagined strengths used against him.

 

 

©Keren Dibbens-Wyattt

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129: Depths

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Down in the turquoise blue I see shapes as I skim across the water like a winged stone. My dragon eyes pick out fossil, skeletal structures in waiting, impatient for flesh to find them. The framework is all given, ready for the making now that it has been glimpsed. For what are we all waiting for but life? And what are we all constructed of, but our inner workings? To be clothed in art, truth and glory, this is our destiny.

And meanwhile, we sit on the seabed, sleeping, on the rock shelf, straining to see beyond the meniscus. We need the mantle to be passed on, a wrapping, ravelling, a new skin, now that we are down to the bare bone.

Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2015