Ezekiel Chapter 19
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"Moreover take thou up a lamentation for the princes of Israel, "
"Now take up a funeral song for the princes of Israel."
I don't celebrate the fall of the powerful, even when it's deserved - I grieve it, because every collapse is still a loss of what could have been. I invite you to feel the weight of consequences honestly, without either gloating or denial.
"And say, What is thy mother? A lioness: she lay down among lions, she nourished her whelps among young lions. "
"He says: What was your mother? A lioness. She lay down among the lions and raised her cubs among young lions."
Strength and status can look impressive from the outside while still ending in ruin, if what's underneath isn't sound. I care less about how powerful you look and more about the choices holding that power up.
"And she brought up one of her whelps: it became a young lion, and it learned to catch the prey; it devoured men. "
"She raised one of her cubs, and he grew into a young lion. He learned to hunt, and he devoured people."
Power given to you is meant to protect people, not consume them. I watch closely how you treat those weaker than you once you have any influence at all - that's the real test of your character.
"The nations also heard of him; he was taken in their pit, and they brought him with chains unto the land of Egypt. "
"The nations heard about him. He was caught in their trap, and they dragged him off in chains to Egypt."
However strong you feel, there is always something bigger than you - so build your life on something more solid than raw power or dominance over others. I'd rather you rely on humility than on the illusion of invincibility.
"Now when she saw that she had waited, and her hope was lost, then she took another of her whelps, and made him a young lion. "
"When the lioness saw that she had waited and her hope was gone, she took another of her cubs and made him into a young lion."
If a plan has already failed once, simply repeating it with a new face rarely fixes the real problem underneath. I ask you to look honestly at root causes rather than just replacing what broke.
"And he went up and down among the lions, he became a young lion, and learned to catch the prey, and devoured men. "
"He prowled around among the lions, grew into a young lion, learned to hunt, and devoured people."
Patterns repeat until someone actually breaks them, not just replaces the person carrying them out. I want to help you deal with the root, not just swap out the symptom.
"And he knew their desolate palaces, and he laid waste their cities; and the land was desolate, and the fulness thereof, by the noise of his roaring. "
"He came to know their widowed palaces, and he devastated their cities. The land and everyone in it were left in ruins by the sound of his roaring."
The way you use your voice and your influence ripples out to everyone around you, often further than you realise. I ask you to consider what your presence leaves behind in other people's lives.
"Then the nations set against him on every side from the provinces, and spread their net over him: he was taken in their pit. "
"Then the surrounding nations came against him from every province and spread their net over him; he was caught in their trap."
Living by domination tends to unite everyone else against you eventually. I offer a different way - one built on trust rather than fear - because it's the only kind of strength that actually lasts.
"And they put him in ward in chains, and brought him to the king of Babylon: they brought him into holds, that his voice should no more be heard upon the mountains of Israel. "
"They put him in a cage, in chains, and brought him to the king of Babylon. They locked him away so that his voice would never again be heard on the mountains of Israel."
Every voice that depends only on force eventually falls silent. I'd rather your voice be one people remember for kindness and truth than one they're simply relieved to stop hearing.
"Thy mother is like a vine in thy blood, planted by the waters: she was fruitful and full of branches by reason of many waters. "
"Your mother was like a vine planted by the water in your own vineyard - fruitful and full of branches because of all that water."
Whatever is flourishing in your life right now is worth noticing and being grateful for, because nothing guarantees it stays that way forever. I want you to enjoy good seasons without taking them for granted.
"And she had strong rods for the sceptres of them that bare rule, and her stature was exalted among the thick branches, and she appeared in her height with the multitude of her branches. "
"It grew strong branches, fit to be used as a ruler's sceptre, towering high above the thick foliage, visible for its height and its mass of branches."
Visible success can feel like permanence, but height alone doesn't guarantee roots are sound. I care far more about what's holding you up than about how impressive you look from a distance.
"But she was plucked up in fury, she was cast down to the ground, and the east wind dried up her fruit: her strong rods were broken and withered; the fire consumed them. "
"But it was ripped up in fury and thrown to the ground. The east wind dried up its fruit; its strong branches were broken and withered, and fire burned them up."
Nothing you build on pride alone is as secure as it looks; a single hard season can expose that. I'd rather help you build something rooted in honesty and humility now, before the storm comes, than watch it collapse later.
"And now she is planted in the wilderness, in a dry and thirsty ground. "
"Now it is planted in the wilderness, in dry, thirsty ground."
Even in a genuinely barren season of your life, it matters that you notice how you got there and what you're learning while you wait. I don't waste dry seasons - even they can prepare the ground for what comes next.
"And fire is gone out of a rod of her branches, which hath devoured her fruit, so that she hath no strong rod to be a sceptre to rule. This is a lamentation, and shall be for a lamentation. "
"Fire has gone out from one of its own branches and consumed its fruit, so that it no longer has any strong branch fit to be a ruler's sceptre. This is a funeral song, and it will be used as a funeral song."
Sometimes the most painful damage is the kind we bring on ourselves through our own bad decisions, not what's done to us. I don't shy away from naming that honestly with you, because facing it clearly is the only way through it to something new.