Papa B
Sometimes we are Balaam’s Donkey
If you’re not familiar with the story of Balaam and his donkey I’d encourage you to take a moment to read Numbers 22. Despite popular belief, Numbers is one of the coolest books in the bible. Briefly the story goes like this:
The people of Israel were about to attack the Moabites and the king of Moab wasn’t so keen on that happening because the Israelites seemed to be on a pretty good winning streak. So the king of Moab calls upon Balaam to call down curses on the people of Israel. The problem was that God was on Israel’s side so no amount of fussing, moaning, cursing or otherwise was going to help the Moabites and God told Balaam as much. As the story unfolds we have Balaam heading out on his donkey to meet with the king of Moab.
Num 22:23-27 And the donkey saw the angel of the LORD standing in the road, with a drawn sword in his hand. And the donkey turned aside out of the road and went into the field. And Balaam struck the donkey, to turn her into the road. (24) Then the angel of the LORD stood in a narrow path between the vineyards, with a wall on either side. (25) And when the donkey saw the angel of the LORD, she pushed against the wall and pressed Balaam’s foot against the wall. So he struck her again. (26) Then the angel of the LORD went ahead and stood in a narrow place, where there was no way to turn either to the right or to the left. (27) When the donkey saw the angel of the LORD, she lay down under Balaam. And Balaam’s anger was kindled, and he struck the donkey with his staff.
Next two things that happen make me scratch my head in wonder. The donkey speaks to Balaam and Balaam doesn’t find that weird. Now I don’t want to get too bogged down in the story so I’ll stop there. I do, however, want to make some observations about the donkey.
- The donkey was not the main character in the story
- The donkey was beaten for doing its job
- The donkey was there to save Balaam’s life
This thought came from a conversation I had with a guy last Sunday night. He was telling me how he had fallen on hard times but things were getting better. He had been there before but he guessed he just didn’t learn the first time and that God was teaching him a lesson again. That seems to be our natural reaction when troubles come our way. “There must be something God’s trying to teach me,” but what if we are just Balaam’s donkey? What if we’re not the main character in the story and we’re in that situation to do our jobs and save someone from disaster?
Back by popular demand - Family Prayer!
Last September I adjusted my work schedule an hour and a half earlier so that I would have more time in the early evening with my family before the kids had to head to bed. My family has a fairly integrated schedule, that is to say, we don’t go our separate ways and do our own things. So my schedule change was a major change to our lives.
For years, before I left home each morning, I would gather my family together for a prayer. It was a great way to start of the day and set things on the right foot. This was also the time that I would read the Bible to my kids. We would alternate between an Old Testament book and a New Testament book. (When I would tell people that I was reading Judges with my girls their eyes would go wide)
That all came to a screeching halt when my schedule changed. I found myself getting up before anyone else and leaving the house before most of my family was even awake. I had hoped that my family would be able to adjust to the change and wake up and get going in enough time, but that really didn’t happen. Over time my youngests would peek out in time to give me hugs before I left but somehow we lost the Family Prayer.
I can’t take it anymore. I gathered my family last night and declared that Family Prayer is back! I’ll gather who ever is awake and we’ll pray before I leave.