Despising the day of small things
On Sundays I'm in the habit of trying to read or listen to something that will give me some kind of Christian teaching. A few weeks back I was listening to the talks from the plenary sessions of the Tertiary Students' Christian Fellowship's annual leadership training camp. The talks focussed on Israel's return from exile in Babylon, and the final one included one point that I've been mulling over ever since.
The prophet Zechariah was one of the exiles who returned from Babylon to the largely destroyed city of Jerusalem. The city no longer included a temple: it didn't even have walls. Some of the exiles were trying to rebuild the walls of city but others were saying that that was pointless: the walls were so pathetic that even a fox could get through them, so why bother? In this context, God says through Zechariah:
“The hands of Zerubbabel [the governor] have laid the foundation of this house [i.e. the new temple]; his hands shall also complete it. Then you …
The prophet Zechariah was one of the exiles who returned from Babylon to the largely destroyed city of Jerusalem. The city no longer included a temple: it didn't even have walls. Some of the exiles were trying to rebuild the walls of city but others were saying that that was pointless: the walls were so pathetic that even a fox could get through them, so why bother? In this context, God says through Zechariah:
“The hands of Zerubbabel [the governor] have laid the foundation of this house [i.e. the new temple]; his hands shall also complete it. Then you …
