Jer:11:1-17
Remind (v:2)
Remind yourself oh! Bard. Remind the people around you. Remind your kith and kin. Remind those who read. About the terms of my covenant with them. "This is what the Lord God of Israel says. CURSED is anyone who does not obey the terms of my covenant. For I said to your ancestors, when I brought them out of the fiery hell, from that miry clay, from that deepest dungeon, if you would obey me and do whatever I command you, then you will be my people and I will be your God. I said this so I could keep my promise to your ancestors to give you a promised haven"
Oh! The ancestors have followed their own evil desires. Even after repeated warnings. They have committed adultery with the idols they have set up for themselves. They have stubbornly followed their own evil desires.
Conspiracy (v:9)
Now they have returned to the sins of their forefathers. They have refused to listen to me and are worshipping other gods. Don't you dare point your finger at me, bard. Oh! The bard is equally sinful. Even worse. The thoughts that he entertains. The idols he has established to replace God Almighty in his heart. The adultery he commits, foresaking God. This is not a general statement. This is very personal. The bard has grieved God terribly. Hurt Him. And His heart is bleeding blood. His eyes swollen up with tears. He is wailing, seeing rebellion.
Plight - Right (v:15)
What right do my BELOVED people have to come to my temple
When they have done so many immoral things
Can their vows and sacrifices prevent their destruction?
They actually rejoice in doing evil.
Oh! How pathetic is your plight oh! Bard. Rejoicing in doing evil. In the darkness, you return back to your rebellion. In secret, you bring out your true colours. If given an option, you sin, oh! pathetic bard. Be it in your mind. On your words. Or your deeds. And you do not feel guilty. You have hurt the all powerful King of Kings. Do you think, you will be able to escape always? Do you think the judge is on your side? You think the blood that cries out from the field, He will not see?
WOE upon you oh! Bard, if you think you will escape the sword of judgement. Because He is holy.
Olive tree (v:16)
I the Lord once called the Bard a thriving olive tree
Beautiful to see and full of good fruit.
But now I have sent the fury of his enemies
To burn them with fire.
Leaving them CHARRED AND BROKEN.
Designed to thrive and flourish. Crushed because of the fall. Given a second chance. Continuously squanders. Judged. Burnt. Destroyed.
Let this not be the Bard's story oh! Lord. Forgive me Father, even though I do not deserve. Enable and equip me to flee from everything that hurts you. And run to your bosom, the Bard's destiny. Have mercy.
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