Showing posts with label water. Show all posts
Showing posts with label water. Show all posts

Monday, March 1, 2010

Pools in the Wilderness

Isaiah 41:18 (NKJV)
I will open rivers in desolate heights,
And fountains in the midst of the valleys;
I will make the wilderness a pool of water,
And the dry land springs of water.

Words like "water" and "wilderness" (or in the Hebrew, "mayim" and "midbar") occur often throughout the Bible. When used in conjunction they would have been very evocative to the ancient mind.

What pictures come to your mind when you think of wilderness? Maybe something like this?
Mountains, as far as the eye can see, with no human habitation in sight? Where I grew up, that was the wilderness.

As for water in the wilderness, maybe one would think of something like this:
a small mountain lake, or this:
a rushing waterfall.

While not everyone is from the Rocky Mountain region, a good many people have been there or have at least seen pictures. While these pictures might not be the ideal image of "water in the wilderness" for everyone, I imagine that most of the English speaking world would agree that those words fit the pictures above.

It's a problem.

These don't come close to the image an ancient Israelite would have at the words "mayim ba'midbar." If we are to properly understand the intent of the Biblical authors (who wrote in a language very much tied to the land) we must understand the land where they lived and the imagery they wished to evoke by the words they used.

The Hebrew word translated as "wilderness" can also be translated as "pasture land." That evokes a bit of a different image in the mind of most Americans. Maybe something like this:
a field full of lush, green grass. Or maybe even something slightly less lush, realizing that things do dry out in the summer:
Are these the images David would have had as he wrote Psalm 23? Would he have pastured his flock in fields like these?

In the summer, the "midbar" that David would have known looks something like this:
and in the winter you might be lucky enough to see it looking like this:
Prime pasture for the flocks of sheep and goats that frequent this area.

What about the "still water?" The "pools of water in the wilderness?" Maybe this:
a clear, quietly flowing river? Maybe a small lake or pond?

Think again. When you think of green pastures and still waters, when you think of pools in the wilderness, think of this:

In America, we live in a land of plenty - plenty of water, plenty of grass, plenty of everything. Israel is, in many ways, a harsher land. Life can be hard. A little pool of water and a little bit of grass is a great gift from God. It is enough to say, "I shall not want."

Friday, February 20, 2009

Story time!

(Bonus picture here: this is what Jerusalem looked like one day when the wind came up and blew dust all over.)

Well actually, I had been planning to talk about the story of Ruth...but now that may have to wait for another time. Instead, I have a story about my life here at JUC, which I'm sure you all will find fascinating. Well, probably not, but I'll enjoy telling it.


First of all, today has been pretty amazing. We didn't have archaeology this morning which meant that I got to sleep in (which is good because I was up really late last night). I mean, I love Gabi, but a day off is nice too. And THEN I got to play Ultimate Frisbee. And my team (which had all the girls on it) came from behind (like 5 to 1) to win (8 to 6). It was amazing. Yup. And then we had our Shabbat meal which is always nice. Then for vespers we had sort of an international theme with people talking about ministry in Peru, Kenya, Austria, and a couple other places. That was pretty sweet. And then we had game night. With chips. And salsa. (We never get salsa here. Very exciting.)

So it had been a good day so far. Are you following me? Because here's where it really gets interesting.


Some of us ended up playing Mafia for a while, and in the middle of our last game it started pouring. Thunder, lightening, the works. And then apparently a gutter broke or something because the little interior courtyard we have really began to flood - and water seeped from it to the dinning room. And there was enough hail for me to make a pitiful little "snow" ball.


Anyway, we squeegeed out the dinning hall, and then my roommate headed upstairs to our room...to discover that both the stair and our room (and the room next to us) were also flooded. So we brought the squeegees up and William and Dr. Wright helped us get everything drained and cleaned up (my floor needed to be mopped anyway!) Note: by this time, it's well after 12:00am. What a day. Hail, squeegees, and dry mopping. My life is complete. :) (Thankfully nothing too important got wet and we had some help in cleaning up.) Basically, it reminded me of camp and home and made me smile.

(This is Kjetil, helping us squeegee our floor.)

Oh, and I just realized that today is (or was, rather) my half-birthday. Pretty good celebration, all together, I think. :)

(Do you see how reflective the floor is? That's water.)