“Ark” From last night’s prophetic art class.
One of the things our instructor talked about yesterday was the Hebrew word for ‘ark’ and how the same word was used for Noah’s massive structure and the little floating woven box that held three-month old Moses. She mentioned discovering in her word studies that some Semitic scholars say the word for ark, tevah or tebah, can also mean word. It is possible to see the metaphor of The Word as a salvation capsule in a hostile environment.
I didn’t have any ideas in advance about subject matter for a painting. I stared at the blank canvas longer than usual. Earlier in the day I read articles about child sex slaves in North America. I’ve seen enough in my life to have no doubt that there are evil people in this world who traffic children. What pains me most is knowing there is a shockingly large market for such unspeakably horrible dark drives – and I live among the customers. Abuse is lucrative.
My heart despairs when people deny, or look the other way, or shrug at evidence of deep-rooted corruption that allows such things to flourish. But, to be honest, sometimes it’s just too much for me too. I don’t want to know. I don’t even know how to pray. I feel overwhelmed, and when I feel overwhelmed I forget to look to God. I let despair get to me and I shut down.
I was offline as far as spiritual sensitivity was concerned last night. Our teacher talked about Moses’ basket so eventually I started painting a basket in the water like the old Sunday school pictures. Mostly I was just trying to keep it from looking like a floating hamburger. The result failed to impress me. I threw it in the backseat of the car and drove home.
Today I began to think about how Moses was born in a time when slavery was normal. There was an attack on the next generation with orders for midwives not to allow male babies to survive birth. Gendercide and infanticide was accepted policy. Life was cheap. Just like now.
But God was making preparations for deliverance. His way required the co-operative intervention of women who disobeyed the law to allow a baby to live, a girl who used ingenuity to preserve a child’s life, a woman who gave up a child to keep him safe, and a woman who adopted and raised a foreign slave’s child to become part of the royal house. They all took risks.
God had a plan for fulfilling promises to his people that started years before they could see it. The plan looked completely different than anyone expected and even then it took a generation for them to let it change their thinking.
I wonder if God has been preparing people in the isolation of tebahs and palaces and deserts long before now. I wonder if we will recognize God’s ways when he responds to our cries for freedom and justice. And cry we must.
4 thoughts on “Arks”
I just love your artwork. It kind of looks like the “ark” is sitting in white snow, to me, on frozen water. Which is different, and interesting. One time I watched a documentary on human trafficking, and they showed metal shipping containers where some slaves were being ‘stored.’ It broke my heart. Your creative rendering of Moses’ basket brought that memory back. But I love the thought that there are diamonds being “prepared” inside these hidden away places, and they WILL be brought to His glorious light and freedom someday. XO-Pamela
Thank you, Pamela. Yeah, this ark is sitting in the snow of a winter season that never seems to end here in Canada. Good observation. We pray for the end of slavery — and do what we can in our own area of influence.
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Beautiful, meaningful post. “And cry we must” Amen, Amen. Reminds me of Ezekiel 9:4 — where those who were spared from death were the ones still mourning and crying out over the detestable things being done. May we never get to a point where we no longer ‘cry out’ over things like gendercide and corruption and other deep evils that have always plagued this world.
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Thank you for caring.
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