Imagine the prostitute who is pregnant, who has no way to support or raise a child. She births the babe and then leaves it out in the elements to die.
On the day you were born your cord was not cut, nor were you washed with water to make you clean, nor were you rubbed with salt or wrapped in cloths. No one looked on you with pity or had compassion enough to do any of these things for you. Rather, you were thrown out into the open field, for on the day you were born you were despised.
Along comes a man of compassion who sees the babe, tends and cares for her and as she grows, he falls in love with her. He crowns her with all good things. They marry.
But she does not want his love. She uses her beauty and health, prostituting herself, and becoming pregnant. She takes the children of her prostitution and offers them up to Molech, the glutonnous god whose firey appetite demands child sacrifice.
This is the parable of Ezekiel as he speaks of the people of Israel.
Is this the parable of people who claim Christ as LORD?
What hope did we have before Jesus came into our lives? Were we not left to the elements of nature and death? Did not God save us? Have we not been given amazing gifts of God's word, Spiritual fruit and the fellowship of the Body of Christ? Are we not known as the Bride of Christ, offered a relationship of intimacy and love?
And yet, do we prostitute ourselves in any way, giving the fruit of our labors to gluttonous appetites?
On a bright and sunny morning, this is not something I really want to think about. But if I am honest, this story rings true in some parts of my life.
How about yours?