Sunday, February 5, 2012
Zechariah and the Flying Scroll
The other night my wife and I spent an interesting hour of conversation with a semi-retired man who frequents a certain coffee shop. His birthplace is Turkey and his formal discipline is chemical engineering. Apparently he has kept pretty much to himself within the last dozen or so years, attempting to live within his means while observing a society which has gone into debt-leveraged frenzy.
He sees the sad impact of this frame of mind and impatience upon the university age students all around him in the restaurant. He had an experience of business attempts lasting thirteen years in Malaysia and other "Tiger economies". Meeting with little satisfaction or success, he had concluded that "they were the real pirates". He was relieved to come back to Canada his homeland of choice.
But regrettably he has seen the development of the same falsehoods here - in business, speculation, fiscal policy, public policy, resource management, advertising and education. The fast buck with no over-abundance of sweat. The lavish, irresponsible lifestyles. The master business and banking puppeteers. The sound-bite politicians. The unconvincing apologies of "Zorba the Greek" in mid-frolic. All disheartening.
I thought of this man again in a reading this morning from Zechariah 5:
1Then I turned, and lifted up mine eyes, and looked, and behold a flying roll.
2And he said unto me, What seest thou? And I answered, I see a flying roll; the length thereof is twenty cubits, and the breadth thereof ten cubits.
3Then said he unto me, This is the curse that goeth forth over the face of the whole earth: for every one that stealeth shall be cut off as on this side according to it; and every one that sweareth shall be cut off as on that side according to it.
4I will bring it forth, saith the LORD of hosts, and it shall enter into the house of the thief, and into the house of him that sweareth falsely by my name: and it shall remain in the midst of his house, and shall consume it with the timber thereof and the stones thereof.
Judgment is coming. Our acquaintance at the coffee shop knows this. Quite unsolicited he had brought up the remedy of prayer and input from above. Hilary and I had merely listened. He is saddened that so few have the time for any of this or the independence of thought.