On Sunday August 4th, the Hebrew Bible lesson is from the 11th chapter of Hosea…
When Israel was a child, I loved him,
and out of Egypt I called my son.
The more I called them,
the more they went from me;
they kept sacrificing to the Baals,
and offering incense to idols.
Yet it was I who taught Ephraim to walk,
I took them up in my arms;
but they did not know that I healed them.
I led them with cords of human kindness,
with bands of love.
What an incredibly tender image of God.
The Bible is chock-full of metaphors to try and help describe the relationship between us and God. Sometimes God is a king, and we are the subjects. Sometimes God is a shepherd and we are the sheep.
But here, in the eleventh chapter of Hosea we are God’s little child. The little child who is taught how to walk. The little child who is taken up in his father’s arms. The little child whose bruised knees are kissed and cleaned before we’re sent back out again.
I mean, just take a moment and let that soak in.
If you do anything on this hot August day, just meditate on that.
Close your eyes—even if just for 30 seconds—and picture yourself sitting in that big lap of God’s. Feel those arms around you. Feel those bands of love enveloping you. Hear that voice calling out your name.
Then go on with your day knowing that you are loved, that you are God’s precious child.