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Daily Devotionals<br />

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HOSEA <strong>11</strong>:1-7 MORE THAN WORDS<br />

1 "When Israel was a child, I loved him, and out of Egypt I called my son.<br />

2 But the more I called Israel, the further they went from me. They sacrificed to the Baals and they burned<br />

incense to images.<br />

3 It was I who taught Ephraim to walk, taking them by the arms; but they did not realize it was I who healed them.<br />

4 I led them with cords of human kindness, with ties of love; I lifted the yoke from their neck and bent down to<br />

feed them.<br />

5 "Will they not return to Egypt and will not Assyria rule over them because they refuse to repent?<br />

6 Swords will flash in their cities, will destroy the bars of their gates and put an end to their plans.<br />

7 My people are determined to turn from me. Even if they call to the Most High, he will by no means exalt them."<br />

Even in the face of Israel's rejection, God's loving-kindness was manifested. As he nurtured his son in<br />

Egypt during the time of Joseph, God continued to love him when he returned him safely home and established<br />

him as a nation. Yet, even in the midst of their homecoming, the people of Israel revolted and made for<br />

themselves an idol to worship (Exodus 32) and demonstrated their fickle nature. But God chastised them like a<br />

parent and led them through the desert like a father. Still God brought them home and continued to dwell<br />

among them as their God. He established them and gave them success among the nations. However, Israel's<br />

memory and gratitude were as fleeting as the dew in the morning sun. Their hearts became so hardened that<br />

they became not only unrepentant, but unreachable. They sentenced themselves to return to Egypt-not the<br />

incubator of the nation under Joseph, but the abject misery of slavery under pharaoh. Their protests and laments<br />

will be heard as if they were the ephemeral expressions of gratitude in the past-no weight-no lasting power.<br />

In the midst of our earthly troubles, merely calling on the Lord for deliverance is not the answer to our<br />

plight. Humankind has demonstrated repeatedly that its word is only good for the moment and under the<br />

specific circumstances of the present. We call out to God from the foxholes of our lives and make grand<br />

promises to him, but when we return stateside and enjoy the relative peace of "our world," we soon forget those<br />

pledges. When the bullets and bombs are no longer raining down upon us, we turn to the gods of our daily<br />

culture and sequester our relationship with God between the pages of a book or codified in some liturgy. God is<br />

vibrant and strong in our times of trouble, but in our daily lives he is more of a doting old man we warehouse in<br />

his home, the church, where we visit him on occasion. God will continue to love us even under those<br />

circumstances. But a time will come when our hearts are so hardened, we will cut ourselves entirely off from<br />

God and his love. While a hard heart can call out for deliverance, only a repentant heart can call out for the<br />

restoration of our relationship with God. That is the prayer God hears and acts upon.<br />

Lord of compassion, you loved me: you called to me as a mother calls to her child. But the more you<br />

called to me, the more I turned away. Yet you were the one who taught me to walk; you took me up in


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your arms. But I did not acknowledge that you took care of me. You drew me to you; you picked me up,<br />

and held me to your cheek. You bent down to me and fed me. Lord of compassion, do not give me up; do<br />

not abandon me. Do not punish me in your anger! Amen. (Philip Law)

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