The Ark remained in Kiriath-jearim for a long time—twenty years in all. During that time all Israel mourned because it seemed the Lord had abandoned them. [1 Samuel 7:2 (NLT)]
As we settled into our pews in the sanctuary, people talked loudly, called out to one another, laughed raucously, visited other pews, and checked their phones even after the organist started his beautiful prelude. It wasn’t until the pastor stood at the pulpit and started speaking that they eventually quieted down and put away their phones. As I wondered what became of the awe and reverence that should accompany us into God’s house, I again thought of the time Israel brought the sacred Ark of the Covenant into battle with them. Putting aside their idolatry, consider the lack of respect given to this religious chest designed by God and representing His presence among His people.
After being defeated by the Philistines, Israel blatantly disregarded the law that the Ark was to remain in the Tabernacle’s Holy of Holies in Shiloh and brought it to their camp in Ebenezer. Rather than treating it with the reverence due the most sacred object in the land, they loudly cheered the Ark’s arrival as if it were a team mascot. Pagan armies carried their gods into battle with them and, when they carried the Ark into battle the next day, the Israelites were no different than the pagan Philistines. Their sacrilege ended with defeat and 30,000 dead.
In the ancient world, the gods of the defeated were carried off by the victors and the Philistines took their battle trophy to their temple in Ashod. Thinking Israel’s god was in the box, they placed the Ark in the temple to serve as a secondary god to their major deity Dagon. The great God Jehovah, however, is second to none and He is not to be treated disrespectfully. When things went from bad to worse for the Philistines, they finally decided to return the Ark to Israel. Accompanied by a guilt offering of golden tumors and rats like the ones that probably ravaged their land with a plague, the Ark was returned to the Israelite city of Beth-shemesh.
The people of Beth-shemesh were overjoyed at the Ark’s return but, instead of treating it as the sacred object it was, they treated it as a curiosity. The inquisitive men opened the Ark and looked into it. This sacrilege was a serious violation of the law. As descendants of Aaron, the men of Beth-shemesh were priests and knew that they were prohibited from looking in the Ark “for even a moment.” Regardless of intentions, even touching (let alone opening) the Ark was punishable by death. When 70 men (some translations say 50,070) were struck down for this sacrilege, like the Philistines, the people of Beth-shemesh wanted to get rid of the Ark as soon as possible. What they failed to comprehend was that the Ark didn’t cause those deaths; it was the people’s impious, thoughtless, and reckless behavior that did!
Men from Kiriath-jearim came for the Ark but, rather than taking it back to the Tabernacle in Shiloh where it belonged, they took it to the home of Abinadab. Stored unceremoniously as if it were an old trunk in the attic, it remained there for twenty years.
Which brings me back to the noisy sanctuary last week. While church should be a welcoming place, it seems that we’ve shifted from relaxed, friendly, and unintimidating to irreverent, cavalier, and rude. A neighbor has noticed the same thing in her church.
A sanctuary is a sacred place set aside for worship—it may be in a large cathedral, small church, rustic chapel, park, living room, arena, auditorium, school room, or store front. Nevertheless, wherever it is, God demands (and certainly deserves) reverence and respect. Do we approach the sanctuary with awesome wonder at being welcomed into God’s house or do we irreverently give no thought at all to where and why we’re there? Does our behavior in church honor and glorify God? Does it reveal our gratitude for worshipping freely, safely, and openly; for hearing God’s word and singing His praises; and for sharing the Eucharist with our brothers and sisters in Christ? It should.
Israel “mourned because it seemed that the Lord had abandoned them” and it was twenty years before they repented of their behavior. God, however, had never abandoned them; they had abandoned Him when they stopped revering Him and started treating His Ark with disrespect and contempt. May we never make the mistake of treating our place of worship (His house) the same way!
During the time of the judges, the Israelites were at war with the Philistines. Following their loss of 4,000 men, they questioned why God had allowed their defeat but never bothered asking Him. Instead, they decided that carrying the Ark of the Covenant into battle would guarantee a future victory. Perhaps they remembered the story of Israel entering the Promised Land—how the Jordan River stopped flowing when the feet of the priests carrying the Ark touched the water and the entire nation crossed the dry riverbed into Canaan. They may have recalled Jericho’s defeat when Israel’s priests carried the Ark around the walled city for seven days and the city’s seemingly invincible walls collapsed. Maybe they thought it was the Arks’ presence that caused those miracles; in any case, they brought the Ark to their camp in Ebenezer.
While baking banana bread, I decided to add in the last of the walnuts I found in the refrigerator. After pouring the dough into the prepared pans, I spotted a few walnut pieces that hadn’t made the mixing bowl and popped them in my mouth. One taste told me they were rancid! Not only are rancid nuts horrid tasting but, if enough are consumed, they can make you sick! Just as there’s no way to get a little bit of yeast out of a lump of dough, there was no way to get every last bit of nut nastiness out of the bread. A mere cup of nuts managed to turn more than eight cups of what should have been sweet and delicious into something bitter and sour. As I emptied the pans into the garbage, I recalled a sermon illustration about a thirteen-year-old girl.
For a single-cell microorganism member of the fungus family, yeast is mighty powerful. When added to water and flour, it starts to grow and multiply as it ferments the sugars in the flour, releases carbon dioxide, and causes the dough to rise. Moreover, once added to something, yeast can’t be removed. When a small amount of old fermented dough called a starter or seor is kneaded into flour and water, it permeates the dough and makes it rise. Some of the newly leavened dough can be saved to become the starter for the next batch of bread and so on.
When writing about pride earlier this week, I remembered the Bible’s stories of proud men who got their comeuppance. 2 Chronicles 26 tells of Uzziah who, as long as he “sought guidance from the Lord, God gave him success.” His mighty army defeated the Philistines, Arabians, and Meunites (who then paid him an annual tribute) and, under his rule, Jerusalem’s walls were fortified, wilderness forts were established, water cisterns were dug, and something like catapults were erected on the walls to defend the city. With Uzziah as king, Judah prospered and the powerful king’s fame spread “far and wide.” Sadly, along with prosperity, power, and fame came pride. Believing he was above the law, the proud king entered the sanctuary and usurped the high priest’s role by offering incense. When priests warned him about his sacrilege, the proud king raged at them and immediately was stricken with leprosy—a disease that meant the “unclean” man lived the rest of his life in isolation and never again could enter the Temple. All the blessings, accomplishments, and prosperity of his reign were overshadowed by Uzziah’s one act of pride, insolence, and arrogance.
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