So I prophesied as He commanded me, and the breath came into them, and they came to life and stood on their feet, an exceedingly great army.
(Ezekiel 37:9-10, NASB)
The Valley of Dry Bones. It's a great section of Scripture to be studying this time of year. It screams Halloween.
Ezekiel is shown a vision of a valley of bones - just bones - that have been left unburied and have become dry. God instructs Ezekiel to prophesy to the bones. Now, I don't know about you, but I've always wondered if the prophets were at all uncomfortable with their jobs. We know that Jonah was. He so detested the people God told him to prophesy to, that he went as far as he could the other direction. For him, "as far as he could" turned out to be not very far because he ended up in the belly of fish that spit him up on the shores, having received time to repent and allowing him to go where he was supposed to go in the first place. But I digress.
Ezekiel's vision didn't even have him speaking to people. He was told to prophesy to bones. Ezekiel was faithful. In his vision he called out to the bones and they began to rattle. They came together with layers of life until finally they appeared to be bodies. Yet, something remained missing.
So God told Ezekiel to call the breath back into these bones, and God breathed on them.
God explained to Ezekiel what he had just seen. The bones represent God's people, and they are without hope. Their divided nation would come back together, and God would live among them again.
Indeed, God can do miracles where there appears to be no hope, a word I need to hear today.
For anyone who feels like they are in a valley of dry bones today, pray with me:
Breathe on me, Lord. Amen.
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