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Jeremiah 3

“How gladly I would treat you like sons and give you a desirable land, the most beautiful inheritance of any nation. I thought you would call me ‘Father’ and not turn away from following me. But like a woman unfaithful to her husband, so you have been unfaithful to me, O House of Israel,” declares the Lord. Jeremiah 3:19-20

The painting is from above and it shows colorful fields of crops, a beautiful inheritance. But seen from another perspective, it is also a picture of fragmentation and division which is the result of unfaithfulness.

Jeremiah 2

They did not ask, “Where is the Lord who brought us up out of Egypt and led us through a land of deserts and rifts, a land of drought and darkness, a land where on one travels and no one lives.” Jeremiah 2:6

Twice in this chapter the author mentions that the people failed to ask, “Where is the Lord?” That is the primary question, isn’t it? When I meet with individuals for counsel, that question gets asked at least once during most conversations. Even if we don’t know the answer, asking the question points us in the right direction. It gets us out of our dark, claustrophobic introspection so we can start noticing signs, stirrings, and promptings from beyond. I tried to capture the sense of a barren landscape depicted in the verse.

Jeremiah 1

Before I shaped you in the womb, I knew all about you. Before you saw the light of day, I had holy plans for you: prophet to the nations—that’s what I had in mind for you. Jeremiah 1:3

Most of the older adults who knew me and my family as a child are long gone. Roles are now reversed. I know children and grandchildren who were dreamed of and prayed for long before they showed up in the delivery room. And that knowledge creates a kind of intimacy and hope. That hope has the power to shape our destiny. That hope is like a womb of rich, life giving, amniotic fluid strengthening our inner spirits.

Jeremiah

Talk about a tough job assignment. In 627 BC the Assyrian Empire, wracked by internal strife, was crumbling. Babylon to the north was rising, Egypt to the west was threatening, and tiny Israel was caught in the middle. Having abandoned their original purpose as a nation under God, worship of Yahweh was a shell. The nation, torn by its own civil strife into two kingdoms of Israel and Judah, had given itself as a prostitute to other foreign gods. Into that maelstrom of political plots and religious apostasy, Jeremiah was called to speak. But few would listen. In the end his warnings proved to be true and the nation was destroyed and carted off into captivity.

What might a crusty old prophet have to say to me in an age of vast inequalities, political gridlock, empty speech, and the specter of demographic, economic, and ecological gloom around every corner?