Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Unwashed. Unwanted. Unclean.


I just read a very negative opinion of a whole class, or race of people.

I quote,"She has no understanding of the long history here in Europe of the thievery and begging that is the basis of (gypsy) culture. What does she know of the centuries of stealing anything that is not bolted down, of the pickpockets that roam the streets of every major town in Eurpope, and the constant begging? What does she know of the encampments all over Europe that turn a once pretty site into a rubbish tip?
We in Europe know all too well, that if Gypsies move into the area, you had better bolt your doors and lock away your valuables, because otherwise they will disappear. It has been this way for centuries because it is the basis on which their lives are founded.
As soon as Romany children are old enough to walk they are taught how to beg on the streets. When they are old enough to run they are taught how to steal wallets, purses and other valuables we carry on our persons. There is no if, but, or maybe, that is the way it is, and always has been."

Without offering any commentary whatsoever on the opinion expressed of these people, I read a similar story in Ezekiel.

'The Message of God, the Master, to Jerusalem: You were born and bred among Canaanites. Your father was an Amorite and your mother a Hittite.
4 -5 "'On the day you were born your umbilical cord was not cut, you weren't bathed and cleaned up, you weren't rubbed with salt, you weren't wrapped in a baby blanket. No one cared a fig for you. No one did one thing to care for you tenderly in these ways. You were thrown out into a vacant lot and left there, dirty and unwashed—a newborn nobody wanted.
6 -7 "'And then I came by. I saw you all miserable and bloody. Yes, I said to you, lying there helpless and filthy, "Live! Grow up like a plant in the field!" And you did. You grew up. You grew tall and matured as a woman, full-breasted, with flowing hair. But you were naked and vulnerable, fragile and exposed.
8 -14 "'I came by again and saw you, saw that you were ready for love and a lover. I took care of you, dressed you and protected you. I promised you my love and entered the covenant of marriage with you. I, God, the Master, gave my word. You became mine. I gave you a good bath, washing off all that old blood, and anointed you with aromatic oils. I dressed you in a colorful gown and put leather sandals on your feet. I gave you linen blouses and a fashionable wardrobe of expensive clothing. I adorned you with jewelry: I placed bracelets on your wrists, fitted you out with a necklace, emerald rings, sapphire earrings, and a diamond tiara. You were provided with everything precious and beautiful: with exquisite clothes and elegant food, garnished with honey and oil. You were absolutely stunning. You were a queen! You became world-famous, a legendary beauty brought to perfection by my adornments. Decree of God, the Master."

This is a lament by God. He found His people, loved them, blessed them, gave them a good life. But they turned their back on Him, on His ways, on His love for them!

What a beautiful - and tragic - story!

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