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Honey Drop 40: The Table in the Wilderness

eejoseph,

“You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies…” — Psalm 23:5

The feast that shouldn’t be

David is not delivered. 
The enemies are still there. 
The valley is still shadowed. 
But there— 
in the middle of it— 
a table.

Not escape. 
But presence. 
Not absence of danger. 
But abundance in its face.

The guest – the host

God does not wait for the threat to pass. 
He sets the table in the tension. 
He anoints the head while arrows still fly. 
He fills the cup while fear still lingers.

This is not a meal of relief. 
It is a meal of defiance. 
A declaration: 
You are with me.

The drop

The wilderness is not empty. 
It is set.

The table is not after the battle. 
It is in it.

And the Shepherd does not serve scraps. 
He serves presence. 
He serves peace. 
He serves Himself.

A sugar rush

The valley echoes with threat. 
But the table is real. 
And the cup still overflows.

Honey Drop 39: Help for the needy is justice

eejoseph,

“Learn to do right; seek justice. Defend the oppressed. Take up the cause of the fatherless; plead the case of the widow.” — Isaiah 1:17

The scene

Justice is not a concept.  A courtroom is supposed to be a place where sweetness is in store: a hive.

It is a practice.  

A rhythm of righteousness that moves toward the vulnerable.  

A mercy that takes sides.

The comfort – the tension

The haves — the have-nots

God is not impressed by offerings without obedience. 
He does not delight in songs that ignore suffering. 
He calls His people to learn— 
not just to believe, 

The drop

Justice is not a trend. 
It is the heartbeat of God.
To seek justice is to walk in rhythm with Him.  To defend the orphan is to echo His name.   To plead for the widow is to remember His mercy.

The hive hums with holy work. 
And the honey flows where the hurting are.

Honey Drop 38: The Grave as Garden

eejoseph,

“Supposing Him to be the gardener…” — John 20:15c

The scene is mistaken recognition

Mary stands outside the tomb, weeping. 
She sees a man. 
She thinks he is the gardener.

She is not wrong.

The comfort – the tension

Death seemed final. 
The tomb was sealed. 
But resurrection is not reversal. 
It is cultivation.

The Gardener is not undoing death. 
He is planting something new.

The drop

The grave is not the end. 
It is the soil.

And Christ, mistaken for a gardener, 
is exactly that.

He tends what was buried. 
He calls it by name. 
He makes all things grow again.

Honey Drop 37: Mercy in the Middle

eejoseph,

“In wrath remember mercy.” — Habakkuk 3:2

The trembling plea

The prophet has heard of God’s fame. 
He has seen the storm coming. 
He does not deny the wrath. 
He does not pretend the judgment is light. 
But he dares to ask: 
In wrath, remember mercy.

The blast – the hush


Wrath is not rage. 
It is love’s fierce defense of justice. 
Mercy is not its opposite. 
It is its fulfillment.

The prophet does not ask God to forget wrath. 
He asks Him to remember who He is.

The drop

Mercy is not the afterthought of judgment.  It is the heartbeat within it.

Wrath must thunder. 
But mercy is the echo that lingers.

The prophet trembles. 
But he still asks. 
Because he knows: 
God’s justice is not loveless. 
And His mercy is never late

Honey Drop 36: The Word That Turns

eejoseph,

“Yet forty days, and Nineveh shall be overthrown.” — Jonah 3:4 

The scene is a bitter prophet and a turning city


Jonah walks one day into a three-day city. 
He speaks five Hebrew words. 
No introduction. No mention of God. No call to repent. 
Just doom.

And yet, the city turns.

From king to cattle, they fast, mourn, and cry out. 
The Judge relents. 
The city is not destroyed—but transformed.

The comfort – the tension

The hit — the miss

Jonah is furious.  

He knew this would happen.  

He quotes Exodus 34:6–7 back to God in protest:  

“I knew You are gracious and compassionate…”

Jonah wanted justice.  

God wanted mercy.  

Jonah hoped the word would crush.  

God hoped it would convert.

The drop

The Word of the Lord is never neutral. 
Even when spoken by a bitter prophet. 
Even when barely whispered. 
Even when the preacher hopes it fails.

Nineveh heard destruction and chose transformation. 
The Word turned them. 
And in Christ, the Word turns us still.

Honey Drop 35: The Fire at the Gate

eejoseph,

So I will kindle a fire in the wall of Rabbah, and it shall devour her strongholds, with shouting on the day of battle, with a tempest in the day of the whirlwind.”  (Amos 1:14)

The scene

🧱A wall once thought impenetrable now glows with fire. The palace behind it trembles. The battle cry rises—but it is not the sound of victory. It is the sound of unraveling. And then comes the whirlwind.

🔥 Theological Pollen

Amos speaks to nations who trusted in their fortresses—Rabbah, with her walls and palaces, her armies and kings. But the Lord kindles fire not just in cities, but in systems. The wall is breached. The palace burns. The king’s cry is swallowed by the storm.

The comfort – the tension

This is not random wrath. It is measured justice. The whirlwind is consequence, not chaos. The fire is not wild—it is kindled by YHWH.

The drop

Fire is for judgment. It is also for cleansing. The whirlwind does not only scatter, it clears.  After the captivity comes the return.  After the ruin, the rebuilding. The fire at the gate is not the end, it is the beginning.

Honey Drop 34: “The Folded Napkin”

eejoseph,

“The cloth that had been on Jesus’ head… was folded up in a place by itself.” John 20:7

Resurrection’s quiet detail

A folded napkin on a stone slab—resurrection’s whisper.
Not chaos, not haste. A deliberate act. A sign for the beloved disciple.

The hit – the miss

How many things do we leave folded neatly behind? What signs of life do we miss?

The drop

The risen One leaves not just an empty tomb, but a message in linen.

Honey Drop 33: “The Fish That Swallowed the Prophet”

eejoseph,

“And the Lord appointed a great fish to swallow up Jonah.” — Jonah 1:17

Mercy in the belly of judgment

The prophet finds himself in the dark, wet cathedral of the fish’s belly; an unlikely sanctuary.

Jonah’s descent was not for punishment or correction alone, but for his preservation.  The Great Fish; not a monster, but a mercy.

The comfort – the tension

The fish becomes a midwife, not an executioner. The prophet is almost reborn through lament.  He is confined but free to preach again, even though his heart is still distant from God.

The drop

Sing this psalm as the fish rises from the deep, and let it ricochet off the ribs of grace.