A Bezaleel Anointing

Exodus 31:
1And the LORD spake unto Moses, saying,

2See, I have called by name Bezaleel the son of Uri, the son of Hur, of the tribe of Judah:

3And I have filled him with the spirit of God, in wisdom, and in understanding, and in knowledge, and in all manner of workmanship,

4To devise cunning works, to work in gold, and in silver, and in brass,

5And in cutting of stones, to set them, and in carving of timber, to work in all manner of workmanship.

6And I, behold, I have given with him Aholiab, the son of Ahisamach, of the tribe of Dan: and in the hearts of all that are wise hearted I have put wisdom, that they may make all that I have commanded thee;

7The tabernacle of the congregation, and the ark of the testimony, and the mercy seat that is thereupon, and all the furniture of the tabernacle,

I needed to hear this message. Law business collapsed. Indelicate move to a new community. Young family. No cash. No unemployment benefits. No connections. Hilary committed to home school for Lauren. Frustrating job search. But then an opportunity came in building construction. Building construction, for me? I drove out to the job site. A middle-sized strip plaza mall.

The foreman sensed my desperation. He took a look at my size and earnestness and concluded that I was worth a risk. "Come back tomorrow. Seven sharp. Bring steel-toed boots and a hard hat. We'll try you out on general labour for a while."

Thus began the blue collar way for Doug, and just in the nick of time. New skills would come. A new hardiness to face the elements. A new alertness to the presence of hazards. Machinery everywhere. Concrete pours. Re-bar. Various sub-trades trying to do their gruff dance of coordination on the site.

And there was another job with this company. Seven stories up in a condominium in downtown Kitchener.

But Hilary and I were armed with a most effective weapon. Encouragement. And a specific word from the Lord.

Three months or so earlier (1987), Bram and Alice, friends from our old way of life, had given us a cassette tape with a message from a conference in Bradenton Florida. I forget the speaker's name, but I remember his clear, low, articulate voice, almost having a Caribbean lilt to it.

He was speaking about the Bezaleel anointing and the understanding, knowledge and workmanship which God had given to certain men in order to help Moses build the Tabernacle. The gist was that when God commands an activity, he also prepares, strengthens and equips. Hilary and I kept reminding each other of this. Through the job. And a strange variety of others which came in rapid succession over the next thirty months.

There is something else to tell about the gifted message. As we listened, we could hear not only the speaker, but also a back-drop of church bells playing beautiful old hymns. At first we imagined that there was a chapel nearby on the campgrounds. But the ringing persisted through the entire message. That seemed unusual. Perhaps in the rapid-fire copying of the cassette, the sermon had been dubbed over another soundtrack?

Or perhaps the bell music had no natural origin? Now that was an interesting thought! Whatever the cause, that message and its "heavenly accompaniment" became pivotal in my struggle toward new vocations. Bezaleel...Doug (minus a briefcase, but wearing a tool belt.)

(See also the earlier post entitled "Baby's Colic")


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