Genesis 5:25-27 And Methuselah lived an hundred and eighty and seven years, and begat Lamech: And Methuselah lived after he begat Lamech, seven hundred eighty and two years, and begat sons and daughters. And all the days of Methuselah were nine hundred sixty and nine years: and he died.
Today was one of those days when I could not decide what to write about. None of the powerful underlinings in my Bible stirred me. I felt a need to talk about something different. So I began at the front of the Bible, flipping through the pages. I didn’t get very far, Genesis 5, to be exact, when a bright orange underlining, the last verse, caught my eye. It spoke about Noah being five hundred years old when he fathered three sons. That still did not thrill me, but for some reason I began reading backwards, and lo and behold I discovered the story of Methuselah. I had to chuckle because I realized it was a ‘Divine Moment.’ I had not heard about Methuselah in ages, but shortly before that, he’d been mentioned in a Devotional I read. His claim to fame was being the person to live the longest in mankind’s storied history: Nine hundred and sixty nine years…Wow! His father, Enoch, had him at sixty five, but lived for another three hundred years, producing children. Methuselah himself was a hundred and eighty seven when he had Lamech, Noah’s father. And Noah was born when Lamech was a hundred and eighty two. So what’s happened since then eh? How come we’re considered lucky to get to seventy? And most of us have already lost the power to father children long before that. Back in those olden times they didn’t have the wonderful technology and medicines that we now have either. So how did we get from there to here? I guess that they also did not have the deadly diseases we’ve faced. It was a much simpler time: Physical work was the order of the day. Nights were long and restful. No setta partying and staying out late, nor as many demands on their time, so possibly less stress. I’m sure they had their own stressors, but nothing like us. And yes…the food. It was all organic. No pesticides, or all the other carcinogens we put in our food to make it look good or last long. And all this talk about organic now…chuh! It’s just so much talk, because once we introduce the unhealthy stuff anywhere in the food chain, it’s highly likely to spread; whether it’s windblown, or transmitted by insects, animals or humans. So what’s the purpose of this discourse you ask? Truthfully, I’m not sure. I believe the Holy Spirit just lead me to make the longevity comparison between our forefathers and ourselves, possibly to highlight our negative tendencies where food and parenting are concerned, and encourage us to curb them in whatever little way we can. Much LOVE!…he who has ears to hear…let him hear (smile)
Today was one of those days when I could not decide what to write about. None of the powerful underlinings in my Bible stirred me. I felt a need to talk about something different. So I began at the front of the Bible, flipping through the pages. I didn’t get very far, Genesis 5, to be exact, when a bright orange underlining, the last verse, caught my eye. It spoke about Noah being five hundred years old when he fathered three sons. That still did not thrill me, but for some reason I began reading backwards, and lo and behold I discovered the story of Methuselah. I had to chuckle because I realized it was a ‘Divine Moment.’ I had not heard about Methuselah in ages, but shortly before that, he’d been mentioned in a Devotional I read. His claim to fame was being the person to live the longest in mankind’s storied history: Nine hundred and sixty nine years…Wow! His father, Enoch, had him at sixty five, but lived for another three hundred years, producing children. Methuselah himself was a hundred and eighty seven when he had Lamech, Noah’s father. And Noah was born when Lamech was a hundred and eighty two. So what’s happened since then eh? How come we’re considered lucky to get to seventy? And most of us have already lost the power to father children long before that. Back in those olden times they didn’t have the wonderful technology and medicines that we now have either. So how did we get from there to here? I guess that they also did not have the deadly diseases we’ve faced. It was a much simpler time: Physical work was the order of the day. Nights were long and restful. No setta partying and staying out late, nor as many demands on their time, so possibly less stress. I’m sure they had their own stressors, but nothing like us. And yes…the food. It was all organic. No pesticides, or all the other carcinogens we put in our food to make it look good or last long. And all this talk about organic now…chuh! It’s just so much talk, because once we introduce the unhealthy stuff anywhere in the food chain, it’s highly likely to spread; whether it’s windblown, or transmitted by insects, animals or humans. So what’s the purpose of this discourse you ask? Truthfully, I’m not sure. I believe the Holy Spirit just lead me to make the longevity comparison between our forefathers and ourselves, possibly to highlight our negative tendencies where food and parenting are concerned, and encourage us to curb them in whatever little way we can. Much LOVE!…he who has ears to hear…let him hear (smile)
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