Early on in Oregon’s stay home order, I felt an urge to read Ezekiel. I think i was attracted to the outlandish vision of wheels in wheels in the first two chapters. But I found the subsequent chapters fascinating too.
First, there was this verse I didnt remember from chapter 3:
Then the Spirit came into me and set me on my feet. He spoke to me and said, “Go to your house and shut yourself in.
So, I’m not the first healthy person God has shut in.
Then, we sat down to a lunch of sandwiches made from bread made according to a recipe God gave Ezekiel:
“Now go and get some wheat, barley, beans, lentils, millet, and emmer wheat, and mix them together in a storage jar. Use them to make bread. – Ezekiel 4:9
Then I was browsing through southern gospel music and Dry Bones by the Cathedrals began to play.
So I read the vision of the dry bones again (Chapter 37:1-14).
That dramatic vision is about a situation that is without life but which is then infused with life and giving rise to an army. Raising a recently deceased body to life is a miracle. How much more bringing back to life piles of scattered, disconnected, sun-baked bones?! Just getting the skeletons straight would take a forensic anthropologist. Maybe that pretty lady from Bones.
I’m still pondering what the Lord might be telling me through his weird prophet Ezekiel. Could I be in Ezekiel just for the weirdness? Is God saying that sometimes things are weird and he’s in that too? Or maybe even that He’s the author of some of it?