Remnant

My kids don’t want my stuff.

Here’s the thing.  I don’t want some of it either.

My aunt wanted to give me this child’s dresser.  My great-grandfather made it.  She and my mom had matching ones.  And, that made it special, for sure.  But, this special drawer is less than functional.  A bit of a tug and a bit of a pull will cause it to stick when it’s opened or closed.  It wobbles. The knobs are misfitted.  But reluctantly, I took it.  She was adamant that I keep it in the family.  And for a time, I felt the responsibility of that.

Years passed.  My aunt has long gone.   

The dresser has stayed.

Over the course of years and a moment of familial weakness, I shamefully added it to the stockpile of items being donated to Goodwill.  Everything, including the dresser, went out to the driveway for a scheduled pick up and with apprehension I left it and went off to work.  Upon returning,  no pick-up had occurred.  Boy, was I second-guessing the dresser.  But, denying my sensitivities, I called them back.  I confirmed another pickup day and time, left the stockpile on the driveway and went off to work.   When I returned this time, every last thing on the driveway had been picked up.

Except the dresser.

I knew what I had to do.  So, I lugged it back in.

I kept that dresser until years later when my daughter found its purpose in her daughter’s room.  She soon discovered the same exasperating drawers and lost personal interest.  She knew the story and made every effort for its restoration.  But, I got it back.

Through the cycle of rejections there were high hopes for restoration.

Way back when, God entrusted Moses with basically the first five books of the Bible. This responsibility was later entrusted to others for its safekeeping. It was suppose to be read so they would listen and learn. But, over time its significance became less and less and you know how “out of sight-out of mind” works.  After years and years, it was eventually found, then dusted off, and read to the people who had by then abandoned God.  The worship of little ‘g” gods was being restored back to big “G” God.

When Jesus came He said, “If you had believed Moses, you would have believed me because he wrote about me.  And since you don’t believe what he wrote, how will you believe what I say?”

It’s stuff they didn’t want.

But, a remnant always returned.

Read: Exodus 24, 2 Kings 22, John 5:46-47, Isaiah 10:21 (NLT)