Joel Chapter 1
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"The word of the LORD that came to Joel the son of Pethuel. "
"This is the divine message that came to Joel, son of Pethuel."
I don't call the powerful or the famous to speak the truth - I call ordinary people, sons of ordinary fathers, and trust them with something worth saying. If you ever feel you're nobody special, that's exactly the kind of person I choose to carry a message that matters.
"Hear this, ye old men, and give ear, all ye inhabitants of the land. Hath this been in your days, or even in the days of your fathers? "
"Listen up, elders, and everyone else in the land, pay attention - has anything like what's about to be described ever happened before, in your lifetime or your ancestors'?"
Listen to those who've lived longer than you - their memory is a gift, not an obstacle. When something in your life feels unprecedented, ask whether it truly is, and who around you might have wisdom from weathering something similar.
"Tell ye your children of it, and let your children tell their children, and their children another generation. "
"Make sure you tell your children about this, and let them tell their own children, so the story keeps being passed down for generation after generation."
Don't hide your hardest seasons from the people who love you - tell your story honestly, because those who come after you need to know pain can be survived. What you've lived through and learned is a gift you can pass on; don't let it die with you.
"That which the palmerworm hath left hath the locust eaten; and that which the locust hath left hath the cankerworm eaten; and that which the cankerworm hath left hath the caterpiller eaten. "
"First a crop-eating worm ate what it could; then locusts finished what it left; then another chewing pest ate what the locusts missed; and finally a fourth kind devoured whatever remained."
I know what it's like when trouble doesn't come once but in waves, each arriving before you've recovered from the last. I'm not asking you to pretend it doesn't hurt - I'm asking you to let me walk with you through each wave, because you were never meant to carry accumulating loss alone.
"Awake, ye drunkards, and weep; and howl, all ye drinkers of wine, because of the new wine; for it is cut off from your mouth. "
"Wake up and cry, you who drink too much - wail, all you wine-lovers, because the fresh grape harvest that makes your wine is completely gone."
When the things you use to numb yourself disappear, don't panic - that's an invitation, not a punishment. I'd rather you feel your pain honestly with me than avoid it forever with something that can vanish in an instant.
"For a nation is come up upon my land, strong, and without number, whose teeth are the teeth of a lion, and he hath the cheek teeth of a great lion. "
"A vast, uncountable swarm has invaded the land - its 'teeth' as sharp and strong as a lion's."
I don't ask you to shrink your pain down to something small just to make others comfortable. Name what happened to you honestly, at its true size - that honesty is the first step towards real healing, not a failure of faith.
"He hath laid my vine waste, and barked my fig tree: he hath made it clean bare, and cast it away; the branches thereof are made white. "
"It has stripped my vineyards bare and torn the bark off my fig trees, leaving the branches white and lifeless, discarded."
When the ordinary, steady things you built your life around are suddenly gone, I don't expect you to just move on as if nothing happened. Grieve what was lost - your sense of security mattered, and it's allowed to hurt when it's stripped away.
"Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth. "
"Mourn the way a young woman would mourn if the man she was engaged to marry suddenly died."
Your grief doesn't need to be smaller or quieter than it actually is. I wept openly even knowing what was coming next - so let yourself mourn fully, without shame, whatever you've lost.
"The meat offering and the drink offering is cut off from the house of the LORD; the priests, the LORD’s ministers, mourn. "
"There's no grain or wine left to bring as offerings at the temple, and the priests who serve there are grieving over it."
Even the people meant to guide others through hard times are allowed to be undone by grief themselves. Leadership doesn't mean pretending you're unaffected - the most trustworthy leaders are often the ones who let themselves mourn too.
"The field is wasted, the land mourneth; for the corn is wasted: the new wine is dried up, the oil languisheth. "
"The fields are empty and the ground itself seems to grieve - the grain is gone, the wine has dried up, and the oil is failing."
It's alright to let your surroundings, even the natural world, remind you of your own losses. I made you from the earth and I care about its suffering as much as yours; nothing that grieves you is too small for my attention.
"Be ye ashamed, O ye husbandmen; howl, O ye vinedressers, for the wheat and for the barley; because the harvest of the field is perished. "
"Farmers, feel your loss; vineyard workers, cry out - the wheat and barley are gone, the whole harvest has failed."
When your hard work comes to nothing through no fault of your own, don't punish yourself with forced composure. Let it out - I'd rather sit with you in honest disappointment than watch you perform a strength you don't feel.
"The vine is dried up, and the fig tree languisheth; the pomegranate tree, the palm tree also, and the apple tree, even all the trees of the field, are withered: because joy is withered away from the sons of men. "
"Every kind of fruit tree - grapevines, figs, pomegranates, palms, apples - has dried up, and with them, all joy has drained out of people's lives."
I never told you to fake joy you don't feel. When circumstances genuinely steal your gladness, admit it honestly rather than performing happiness for others - real joy will return, but it isn't rushed by pretending.
"Gird yourselves, and lament, ye priests: howl, ye ministers of the altar: come, lie all night in sackcloth, ye ministers of my God: for the meat offering and the drink offering is withholden from the house of your God. "
"Priests, put on mourning clothes and cry out; spend the whole night in sackcloth, because there's nothing left to offer at God's house."
Don't rush your grief just because others are uncomfortable with how long it's taking. I'll sit up with you through the whole night if that's what you need - there's no clock on healing.
"Sanctify ye a fast, call a solemn assembly, gather the elders and all the inhabitants of the land into the house of the LORD your God, and cry unto the LORD. "
"Call for a time of fasting, gather everyone together at God's house, and cry out to God as a whole community."
You don't have to face your hardest moments alone - gather the people around you, be honest together about what's wrong, and reach out together. There's real strength in shared vulnerability that isolated struggle can never give you.
"Alas for the day! for the day of the LORD is at hand, and as a destruction from the Almighty shall it come. "
"What a terrible day this is - the LORD's day of judgement is close, and it's coming like overwhelming destruction from the Almighty."
When life sends you a hard warning, don't just wait for it to pass and go back to how things were - ask what it's trying to show you. I'd rather you learn gently now than the hard way later; every crisis is also an invitation to change course.
"Is not the meat cut off before our eyes, yea, joy and gladness from the house of our God? "
"Isn't our food gone right before our eyes, along with all joy and celebration at God's house?"
Don't be afraid to say out loud what everyone can already see is true. Denial doesn't protect you - honesty, even painful honesty, is where real healing has to start.
"The seed is rotten under their clods, the garners are laid desolate, the barns are broken down; for the corn is withered. "
"The seeds are rotting in the dry ground, the storehouses are empty, and the barns have collapsed because there's no grain to keep them full."
I know the particular fear of not being able to see your way to a better tomorrow - that's one of the heaviest kinds of grief. You don't have to pretend you can see the future clearly; just take today's honest step, and trust that isn't the same as pretending everything's fine.
"How do the beasts groan! the herds of cattle are perplexed, because they have no pasture; yea, the flocks of sheep are made desolate. "
"The animals are groaning; the cattle wander confused with nowhere to graze, and the sheep are suffering badly too."
Compassion that only extends to people like yourself isn't yet the full thing I'm asking of you - notice the suffering of the voiceless and vulnerable too, human or otherwise. I see every sparrow that falls; nothing that suffers is beneath my care, or beneath yours.
"O LORD, to thee will I cry: for the fire hath devoured the pastures of the wilderness, and the flame hath burned all the trees of the field. "
"LORD, I cry out to you - fire has burned up the wilderness pastures, and flames have scorched every tree in the fields."
Don't just describe your pain to other people forever - at some point, bring it directly to me, honestly, in your own words. I'm not looking for polished prayers; I'm looking for you to actually reach out when it hurts.
"The beasts of the field cry also unto thee: for the rivers of waters are dried up, and the fire hath devoured the pastures of the wilderness. "
"Even the wild animals cry out to you, because the streams have dried up and fire has consumed the wilderness pastures."
I don't need you to tie your pain up neatly before you bring it to me. Cry out exactly where you are, even mid-crisis with no resolution in sight - that honest cry is itself the beginning of being heard.