SDfAoWOP: The Prostitute

Day Twenty-Eight

I Kings 3:24-25

And the king said, “Bring me a sword.” So a sword was brought before the king. And the king said, “Divide the living child in two, and give half to the one and half to the other.”

You have worked out a wretched existence in sin and depravity. For whatever reason, you are living in exactly the wrong place, with the wrong kind of people, doing the wrong thing. Daily you are taken advantage of, your flesh and your heart broken more and more. And then you have a child. In the greatest possible place of sin, a life comes forth, the comfort of a child, a moment of relief from the grief and burden of guilt. And then, even here, the relief is broken with sorrow and death. The woman near you is caught in the same place, but death steals in in the night and she is robbed of her only solace. In envy and sin, she takes your child and you wake, in the morning, without joy, empty and alone.

“Bring me a sword” says the king. A sword that should pierce your soul. A sword of justice and righteousness. A sword that opens up the expanse of grief and loss forever. Except that the sword is for another. Another woman will watch her child die, in the wrong place, with the wrong people, for the right reason. Sorrow and love will flow mingled down.

Are you caught in grief? Are you in the wrong place doing the wrong thing? Let the sword strike at the heart of you. Let the one who died be a comfort, a relief from sin and guilt and grief.