For Such a Time as This

 

For if you remain silent at this time, relief and deliverance for the Jews will arise from another place, but you and your father’s family will perish. And who knows but that you have come to your royal position for such a time as this? = Esther 4:14

I love the story of Esther. It’s a story of bravery, hope, and honor. Each of us are here today for such a time as this, since no one gets to choose the time in which he or she is born. We are here in the 21st century because it is our time. So no matter what your challenge… no matter what you are facing… no matter how weak you may feel… or hopeless… know that Jesus is here, in such a time as this.

Studying Hebrew and Greek has made me more appreciative of languages and the messages that words must convey. Words that share meanings and nuances, easily grasped by the native speakers, of which profound meanings may be unnoticed in translations. Now when I read the Bible, the inspired word of God. I pray for the Holy Spirit to reveal its intended meanings to me, in Jesus name.

That I might see more clearly the overall sorrow among the Jews after the publishing of Haman’s proclamation against them. That I might recognize that this was also a very sad time within the church. Perceive, why Mordecai cried bitterly, rent his clothes, and put on sackcloth, as he expressed his grief and broadcasted his pain so that all might take notice of the sadness.

Hence, that I might understand from the story of Esther, that God does indeed protect those who are exposed by the kindness of their consciences to do what is right and just. As Esther did, regardless of the danger to her personal well-being… even as queen. A position that did not guarantee her safety. For while there was not protection in her earthly position as queen. There was protection in her spiritual position as a child of the Most High God. A position that is available to all who trust in the name of Jesus.

So, let the weak say that I am strong. Let the downhearted confess hope. Let the mournful lift their eyes unto the hill from which comes their help. Let the penniless say that I am rich. Let the troubled claim peace. Let the captive say that I am free. And let the doubtful believe that life matters, in such a time as this.

God Bless… I am Wiley’s granddaughter.

 

 

 

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