“I’ve got something to say.
Is anybody listening?
I’ve a warning to post.
Will anyone notice?
Their ears are stuffed with wax— deaf as a post, blind as a bat.
They’ve tuned out God .
They don’t want to hear from me.
But I’m bursting with the wrath of God.
I can’t hold it in much longer.
“So dump it on the children in the streets. Let it loose on the gangs of youth. For no one’s exempt: Husbands and wives will be taken, the old and those ready to die; Their homes will be given away— all they own, even their loved ones— When I give the signal against all who live in this country.” – God ’s Decree.
God ’s Message yet again: “Go stand at the crossroads and look around. Ask for directions to the old road, The tried-and-true road. Then take it.
Discover the right route for your souls.
But they said, ‘Nothing doing. We aren’t going that way.’ I even provided watchmen for them to warn them, to set off the alarm. But the people said, ‘It’s a false alarm. It doesn’t concern us.’ And so I’m calling in the nations as witnesses: ‘Watch, witnesses, what happens to them!’ And, ‘Pay attention, Earth! Don’t miss these bulletins.’
I’m visiting catastrophe on this people, the end result of the games they’ve been playing with me.
They’ve ignored everything I’ve said, had nothing but contempt for my teaching.
- What would I want with incense brought in from Sheba, rare spices from exotic places?
- Your burnt sacrifices in worship give me no pleasure.
- Your religious rituals mean nothing to me.”
So listen to this. Here’s God ’s verdict on your way of life:
“Watch out! I’m putting roadblocks and barriers on the road you’re taking. They’ll send you sprawling, parents and children, neighbors and friends— and that will be the end of the lot of you.”
And listen to this verdict from God : “Look out! An invasion from the north, a mighty power on the move from a faraway place: Armed to the teeth, vicious and pitiless, Booming like sea storm and thunder—tramp, tramp, tramp— riding hard on war horses, In battle formation against you, dear Daughter Zion!”
We’ve heard the news, and we’re as limp as wet dishrags.
We’re paralyzed with fear.
Terror has a death grip on our throats.
Don’t dare go outdoors! Don’t leave the house! Death is on the prowl. Danger everywhere! “Dear Daughter Zion: Dress in black. Blacken your face with ashes. Weep most bitterly, as for an only child.
The countdown has begun . . . six, five, four, three . . . The Terror is on us!” God gave me this task: “I have made you the examiner of my people, to examine and weigh their lives.
They’re a thickheaded, hard-nosed bunch, rotten to the core, the lot of them. Refining fires are cranked up to white heat, but the ore stays a lump, unchanged. It’s useless to keep trying any longer.
Nothing can refine evil out of them.
Men will give up and call them ‘slag,’ thrown on the slag heap by me, their God .”
Jeremiah 6:10-11, 16-30 MSG
Powerful warnings to God’s people in Jeremiah’s day.
Remembering that God is the same yesterday, today & forever I put my trust in Him. I give my attention and consideration to Him.
Praying, Lord, open my eyes & ears to You so that I don’t tune You out.
In Christ name, for His sake, Beetle