Posts by Dee

Ruth and Boaz – Part 1

Posted on 26/06/2012

 

– Written by Dee

At the naïve age of 18, I sat down to make a list that I named “The Standard.” Sounds pretentious now and somewhat audacious but this list described my ideal man. Having just arrived on campus for my first year of college, I already had a good idea of who I wanted to fall in love with and marry eventually.

When I skim through the long list of my standard, I find myself smiling at how relevant some of those attributes for my future husband are still to me. Tall, dark and handsome were only a few traits I scripted and highlighted on paper. His character was first on my list. I wanted a shy, quirky guy that stood for what he believed in and was as stubborn as I could be sometimes. He would love children, could play a mean guitar and had an interesting laugh that always made me smile, even when we were fighting… Now at the age of 26, I still hold on to some of those traits.

What’s on your list for the perfect man? Is he tall with strong legs and broad shoulders, does he have a lilting tenor voice or a resonating bass? Is he dark with smooth shiny skin or light as caramel? Is his hair curly and brilliant with sheen or maybe he has no hair at all? Are you into the shy and sensitive, or brash and honest? Do you prefer a man that is the oldest son or the youngest child? Do you want a man that loves children and family or could you care less?

Mull over this for a second.  Is he protective, well-spoken, thoughtful of your feelings, and worthy of your love? Let’s face it. We are searching and waiting for a modern-day great man to come into our lives by God’s divine plan and no help from coincidental circumstances. We all want men that waste little to no time courting us intentionally, ones who are rarely afraid to protect and love.

While recently thinking on the book of Ruth, there was a man named Boaz in Ruth 2 who was aptly described as an influential man who also believed in the Lord. How about that for the perfect wish list on an E-harmony application? “I want a man that is influential and believes in the Lord.” I’ll be honest. Whenever I thought of the word influential, I picture a bald short man in a three-piece suit throwing money at people with a wide, flashy grin on his face.

Yet the Merriam-Webster’s dictionary appropriately describes an influential individual as one who exerts or possesses the act or power of producing an effect without apparent exertion of force or direct exercise of command. It’s a mouthful but it means Boaz was a man that did not need to force his authority or command it. His peers acknowledged his influence, his authority… probably because of his character, which you can read about in the Book of Ruth. His thoughtfulness toward his workers, his social skills when it boiled down to fellowshipping with the community, to his selflessness with those around him. To those who watched him, he was a good, worthy and admirable man who deserved their respect and admiration. One cannot self-adopt that title of being influential and honorable; it has to be earned by approval of their peers. Peers who saw and worked and lived near that person, living life without pretense. Essentially, Boaz was indisputably a worthy and honorable man.

In many ways, Ruth’s Boaz fits our description for the perfect man in the sense that he was not only honorable in character but protective, observant, compassionate and selfless in deed. Before Ruth even came along, his character traits were consistent and no one but Naomi and Ruth made note of such a great man. It doesn’t mean that the community wasn’t aware of his great personality but that they were used to him. He didn’t change just because a beautiful lady suddenly showed up at his workplace. Think about it. Be observant. Watch his peers. Are his friends as surprised as you are about him?

Sure, it’s good that you’re a positive influence on him but if he’s changing solely because he’s trying to “catch” you, something doesn’t sit well. What if he’s done fishing and you’ve caught the bait, will his true character return or is his change genuine? It’s a gamble and it’s up to you whether or not to take that chance. Of course, this doesn’t mean that your presence cannot affect the way he sees or reacts to life, or that his habits change. But if EVERYTHING about him is different a few days before you met, it’s either Jesus himself appeared before him and he was transformed, or… well, I’ll leave the conclusion to you.

Right now, I’m still traveling on this journey with you. Finding Boaz isn’t easy but with God’s help, it’ll be worth it, right?

<<Prose || Part 2>>

The Brothers: Part 3

Posted on 15/06/2012

Many years later and Jacob was well advanced in years. God blessed him abundantly, with two wives and several children. Even though he often had to deal with his swindling father-in-law, Jacob had many reasons to be grateful in the land of Paddan Aram.

On another hot afternoon, as he stood on top a mole hill, Jacob watched with contentment at his growing herd of sheep and his sons lounging in the grass. His two wives, Leah and Rachel, sat by the tents giggling among themselves.

Peace, he cherished it. With all he had around him and Laban finally clearing his conflict before returning home, there was nothing else that could go wrong right now. “Thank you God Almighty, for your great blessings!” Jacob said aloud.

“Master Jacob!” a servant gasped for air, racing up the hill to meet Jacob. “We have trouble!”
Jacob’s heart suddenly fell. So much for peace and quiet. “What is it?” he called back to the servant, now walking down to meet him halfway.

“Y-y-y-your, y-your…” the servant stuttered painfully.

Jacob frowned. “Take a breath and spit it out, man.” He held his breath, waiting.

“M-m-m-master Jacob, it’s E-E-esau!“

Jacob’s face grew white. “What did you say? Who?”

The servant sighed heavily, finally catching his breath. “Master Jacob, it’s Esau, he’s coming. One of the shepherd men saw him up ahead. He’s coming this way.” The man placed a hand on his head, frantic with fright. “What should we do, Master?” Although he only joined Jacob’s tribe in Paddan Aram, he among others had heard stories of the two estranged brothers, especially the infamous Esau who could snap Master Jacob in two. “What should we do?”

Jacob could not speak. He stared over the servant’s head at the fields ahead, already picturing Esau and his mighty men of war marching to meet him and his family. He closed his eyes to say a quiet prayer before opening them to meet the servant’s expectant gaze. “Call for the others. We must have a meeting now.” He walked around him and headed down the hill, the servant calling out the orders to the flock.

Maybe he was a coward, he knew some of his tribe thought so even as they walked in front, watching him hold back with his children and wives. But Jacob could not risk having his children meet Esau first. What if he took his revenge on them? It would be his fault, not theirs.

Turning to his first wife, he managed a smile. “You and the children follow after me.” He glanced over at the other, Rachel, and smiled warmly, hoping to calm her fears. “Follow right after Leah and the children. Keep Joseph safe with you.” Then with a sigh, he straightened his shoulders and walked down the hill, a few meters behind his men.

Even with this dislocated hip of his, he reminded himself that having wrestled with God could be a good sign. Even with his brother coming to battle with him, he was a blessed man. Rolling his neck, he took a deep breath, remembering the last expression on his older brother’s face right before he escaped to Paddan Aram.

“We meet again, Esau… I’m sorry for hurting you. Please find it in your heart to forgive me,” he recited his words aloud, hoping his brother would be in a good mood after receiving the gifts he’d sent ahead. He prayed and hoped to himself that Esau would indeed meet him with smiles instead of a pointed spear.

Esau waited patiently, something he wasn’t born to do but found himself doing more often. He’d waited for all these years to meet Jacob. A few more hours wouldn’t hurt. He stared over the crowd of people and bleating sheep and goats in front of him, but still no sign of his younger brother.
Eying one of the servants standing with his head bowed before him, Esau cleared his throat. “Where’s Jacob? Isn’t he coming after you?”

The servant laughed nervously. “Oh, he’s coming. He has a bit of a limp, so he’s slow.”

“Limp?” Esau frowned and glanced again down the hill. His eyes then lit up, noticing another crowd of people walking slowly up the hill. Jacob was coming.

Pushing away from his tribe, Esau walked past the sheep and servants to meet with Jacob.

Soon enough, the two brothers stood with an invisible thick line between them, staring at each other with no expression on each other’s faces. Jacob fell to his knees and bowed right in front of his brother and the people, his servants openly surprised at their master’s submission.

Esau then smiled at Jacob’s bent head and stepped over the line, gathering his brother in an embrace. “You’re still as scrawny as I remember, even after all these years!” Esau roared.

Jacob gaped at his servants and sheep who remained untouched, unharmed. His brother’s arms pressed tightly around him brought him back to his senses, or rather the feeling of air leaving his body did. He choked a cough but dared not complaining, aware of Esau’s quick temper.

Esau slapped Jacob on the back before lowering him to his feet. He grabbed his shoulders. “Let me look at you, my brother.”

Jacob swallowed hard, still confused by Esau’s unexpected welcome. What if it was a trick to catch him off-guard and then finish him off at night? “Brother… I’m sorry.”

“Hmm, I see you’ve been busy,” Esau ignored his brother’s request, noticing the women and children trailing behind. He patted Jacob’s shoulder and grinned down at him, poor Jacob still standing stiffly beside him. “Now, tell me you send your servants and sheep ahead of you. That was foolish. What if I’d slaughtered them in my furious anger?”

Jacob’s wives gasped loudly, shifting back toward the hill. Jacob faced his brother; feeling embarrassed by Esau’s blatant mocking. “I was sending a peace offering ahead of me.”

“Sure you were,” Esau gave him a side glance before laughing aloud at the women’s terrified expressions. “Calm down, dear sisters-in-law. I mean no harm. I’m glad to see you all.” He ruffled Jacob’s graying hair. “We’ve got some catching up to do, don’t we, dear Brother?”

With a weak smile that still showed he was terrified, Jacob let Esau pull him away from the clan. Even though Esau’s face looked softer, despite the wrinkles and white hair that was once red… he wasn’t ready to forget that Esau had every right to be angry with him and take revenge. Still, Jacob hoped God would protect him from Esau’s wrath.

<<Part 2 || Cover>>