The angel of the Lord came and sat down under the oak in Ophrah that belonged to Joash the Abiezrite, where his son Gideon was threshing wheat in a winepress to keep it from the Midianites. When the angel of the Lord appeared to Gideon, he said, “The Lord is with you, mighty warrior.” Judges 6:11-12 NIV
* Let’s listen to Gideon’s thoughts just before the angel of the Lord addresses him.
Where is Yahweh when you need him? Surely He has forgotten His people and He definitely doesn’t know me. I rise before the sun so as not to raise suspicion from Midianites and/or my neighborly spies. I can’t stand this sneaking around just to work our own land.
Every year when it looks like things will get better, it goes bad. Right at the moment when the harvest looks like we will have enough, they come and steal our food away. I can’t take it anymore. Even now, I am beating these wheat kernels as quietly as possible. I am not sure that this will last, but it is all that I can do. Where are you, Yahweh? Where is the manna of the past? Where are the miracles? Are we hidden from the favor of your eyes?
Sweat falls down his forehead mixing with the wheat dust in his beard. A slight breeze comes from the north and the morning birds have stopped their calling forth of the new day. A stillness has fallen over the winepress and his work. At times his labored breathing carries overtones of exasperated despair.
Why? Why is life so hard? Why is Yahweh so distant? Why has He abandoned us? Why doesn’t He care? Why doesn’t He send another deliverer like Moses, Joshua or a bold one like Caleb? Are the stories of old no longer available to us? Why can’t I do more?
A rustle is heard underneath the nearby oak tree. A person who looked like an angel spoke to me. While I stood there frozen and trying to catch my breath, he spoke “The Lord is with you, mighty warrior!”
* Today’s lesson from Gideon reminds us that in your ordinary mundaneness of daily activities, God is still present. He has not left you. Please remember that His care for you was put on public display. Listen closely to the rustle coming from underneath that Old Rugged Tree. A mighty warrior dies. so that you may remain within the love of Father God, forever.
Blessings Love y’all