What’s the saddest story in the Bible?
Different people all have their own opinions, but for me it’s the story of Tamar.
2 Samuel tells her sad tale. She’s Absalom’s sister, and the half-sister of Amnon.
Amnon, under the advice of his cousin, tricked Tamar into cooking food for him at his house. When they were alone, he raped her.
If that weren’t enough, he had his servant toss her out of his house and bolt the door. In that culture, she was finished—no longer a virgin, she would never marry or have a family. Never have a respectable profession. In her shame, still wearing the ornate robe fit for a young virgin princess, Tamar put ashes on her head and wept.
How does a thirteen-year-old kid, whose mother dropped him off at a bus station in the middle of the night and drove away, ever believe that God loves Him?
As we celebrated Mother’s Day yesterday, I thought of Naomi, mother of Mahlon and Chilion in the book of Ruth.
With a pain of loss I can only imagine, she decided to travel from the enemy country she’d been living in, back to her homeland in Bethlehem, Israel. Beyond childbearing years, the widow Naomi had no hope of ever having children again.
Naomi spoke from a broken place in the Moab desert. “For the hand of the Lord has gone forth against me.”
This weekend I had the honor of speaking at a ladies’ brunch at church. As I prepared to share my testimony, I thought of two key things that have helped me to start living as a prized possession, rather than a scraggly orphan.