Monday, October 2, 2006

Buying Horses from Egypt.

Deuteronomy 17:6
The king, moreover, must not acquire great numbers of horses for himself or make the people return to Egypt to get more of them, for the LORD has told you, "You are not to go back that way again."

I spend far too much of my life buying horses from Egypt.



Blogger cate mcmillan said...

please expound

Wednesday, October 04, 2006 6:10:00 PM  
Blogger treeinforest said...

That is to say, I spend too much of my life "going back that way again" to all the things my life in Christ has freed me from.

Wednesday, October 04, 2006 7:08:00 PM  
Blogger Kelly said...

I can understand that sentiment.

For example:
I recently (last night) went out to a bar with a couple of my non-Christian friends whom I have known for years. We laughed and drank and joked about various things. I suddenly realized as we were sitting there, talking, that I was naturally sliding into the same kind of mentality and behavior that I had when I used to hang out with these people, talk about these things, and drank, etc. It was the same kind of jokes, and I was laughing at the same kinds of things.

It bothers me how easy it is to do that. I find myself sometimes avoiding these people, almost subconsciously, for exactly this reason. I would love to be able to be around them, and I do hang out with them still. But, I have to be extra vigilent or else they will not see the new creation Christ is making in me. They will only see the lingering vestiges of the old one...

Thursday, October 05, 2006 4:52:00 PM  
Blogger cate mcmillan said...

there's a really great song (text wise) by sara groves called "painting pictures of egypt..." the text really speaks to me at certain (current) times. thus, i will add the lyrics:

I don’t want to leave here
I don’t want to stay
It feels like pinching to me either way
The places I long for the most
Are the places where I’ve been
They are calling after me like a long lost friend

It’s not about losing faith
It’s not about trust
It’s all about comfortable
When you move so much
The place I was wasn’t perfect
But I had found a way to live
It wasn’t milk or honey
But then neither is this

I’ve been painting pictures of Egypt
Leaving out what it lacked
The future seems so hard
And I want to go back
But the places that used to fit me
Cannot hold the things I"ve learned
And those roads closed off to me
While my back was turned

The past is so tangible
I know it by heart
Familiar things are never easy to discard
I was dying for some freedom
But now I hesitate to go
Caught between the promise
And the things I know

If it comes too quick
I may not recognize it
Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?
If it comes too quick
I may not appreciate it
Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?

Thursday, October 05, 2006 8:00:00 PM  
Blogger treeinforest said...

Very nice.

Thursday, October 05, 2006 9:06:00 PM  

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