Amos 5:18-24

Woe to you who desire the day of the Lord!
Why would you have the day of the Lord?
It is darkness, and not light,
as if a man fled from a lion,
and a bear met him,
or went into the house and leaned his hand against the wall,
and a serpent bit him.
Is not the day of the Lord darkness, and not light,
and gloom with no brightness in it?

I hate, I despise your feasts,
and I take no delight in your solemn assemblies.
Even though you offer me your burnt offerings and grain offerings,
I will not accept them;
and the peace offerings of your fattened animals,
I will not look upon them.
Take away from me the noise of your songs;
to the melody of your harps I will not listen.
But let justice roll down like waters,
and righteousness like an ever-flowing stream.

The thing about fleeing from a lion and then meeting a bear makes me think of the common and pretty ridiculous seen in so many movies and tv shows in which someone barely escapes death by one means only to be killed by something completely different.  Its a little bit of a ridiculous concept, but I can’t help but wonder if a lot of these people who so “excitedly” await Jesus’ return aren’t actually in a similar position as the people that God is speaking of here.  They talk excited about the return of Christ, but in reality, their worship isn’t acceptable to him.

I hope I’m not one of those people.

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One thought on “Amos 5:18-24

  1. Oy.

    Thanks for your insight.

    I think I’m usually one of the people who points this out to others without thinking it could ever apply to me.

    Which means it probably applies to me.

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