Also I took that sinful thing of yours, the calf you had made, and burned it in the fire. Then I crushed it and ground it to powder as fine as dust and threw the dust into a stream that flowed down the mountain. -Deuteronomy 9:21, NIV
I don’t know what happens. I don’t know how, please don’t ask me. It suddenly pops up. I ask myself, “How did it happen, if I was careful? What could’ve I done, if I followed every law and every bit?” Honestly, puny humanity sometimes makes no sense…
There’s something that bothers anyone, something that gnaws on the heels of those stronger than Achilles. One day, they’re on the top of the world, with everything in the world handed in a silver platter, topped off with a precious little, red bow. The other day, they’re barely unwrapping their presents when the slightest hint of sin spills the cup to the brim and vomits all over their faces. It’s sad, this human condition of ours…
Even in the past, puny humans were helplessly prone to wander by their human hand. Instead of looking up, man crafts Asherah poles and Baal-houses with his hands. He crowns them as gods, and quickly forgets of the God who crafted his hands. Man likes his distance, but God wants him closer, and closer, and even closer. Man is attracted by shiny, bold, brilliant, magical, and whimsical-and God is left with hands crossed in the back-burner.
That thing to have forced man’s heart astray is sin, the one he chose to when bereft by a life.
And it must be destroyed. Now.
Does He enjoy wrath? No. Does He enjoy destruction? No. But His jealousy and zeal for us goes beyond any stupid and idiotic thing puny humans like to waste their time doing, be it in private and in public. But everything must be done to rescue His little ones.
Even if it means crushing that thing and forcing it down the stream.