The driver’s license!
Whether you are 18 years old and trying to get one or 81 and trying to keep the one you have, it is a responsibility wrapped around a privilege. On the surface, there are a whole lot of hoops you have to jump through to get a license. After you get the license, there are a whole lot of rules and regulations that you are supposed to obey.
But . . . for both the 18 year old and the 81 year old, the driver’s license is seen as a treasure, a prize, a wonderful thing to have.
This picture captures how God saw the Passover. Long before crossing the Red Sea, long, long before the massive download of instructions on Mount Sinai, God made it a point to lay down the entrance requirements for the Passover. See Exodus 12:43ff.
There were a number of classes of people who were not allowed to eat it. Prohibited. Not qualified.
From God’s point of view, it was an incredible privilege to be able to eat the Passover in the generations to come. Hence, people had to be qualified to get in.
Over time, many in Israel lost the sense of privilege. The rules and regulations around the Passover became a burden, so people stopped partaking of Passover for years at a time.
When love is not maintained, it dies. And when it dies, duty only takes you so far.
Niel Sedaka captured it well in his song Solitaire. “There was a man, a lonely man, who lost his love through his indifference. A heart that cared, that went unshared, until it died within his silence.”
No adultery. No acute hardship. Simply indifference, that produced silence, that caused love to die.
That marriage was once a privilege. Then it became a burden. Then it was a burden no longer.
When we shifted from aggressive warfare to exploring nuances of Hebrew worship, I anticipated a huge drop in the number of people engaging. We did drop some from our high, but there are still about 25,000 views a month from close to 60 nations per month.
You are awesome. I honor you for your worship that is driven through love, not duty.
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