Nehemiah goes to Jerusalem with a clearly defined purpose:
Rebuild the wall.
The enemies in the hills hinder progress,
But he encourages and directs and the building goes forward.
Triumph!
And then, suddenly, the relationships blow up.
The rich have been enslaving the poor,
Taking their land, taking their daughters.
As if bondage to the Babylonians wasn’t enough.
I think about Nehemiah, cruising along with the seen challenges,
Managing well,
Suddenly hit with a problem he had not conceived.
Did he look at the broken down rubble that was once a wall
And think, Could there be a more perfect picture of the Jews?
Do I really have to deal with this brokenness, too?
In the end, there’s a way forward, and the bondage is broken.
For the moment, at least.
In a world of rubble, a permanent fix would be too much to hope for.
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