I couldn’t possibly imagine being him.
Instructed by God to marry a woman whom he knew would cheat on him and bear another man’s child, this was Hosea’s call. The humiliation of going to another man’s house to pay him to have his wife back…I can’t even.
The stares from other’s as he approached the door of the man’s house.
Knocking on the door.
Asking for the whore, his wife.
Offering fifteen shekels in one hand and barley in the other, Hosea paid another man for his own wife, Gomer, who had no interest in returning to him.
The long walk of shame home. Holding her by the hand that had been with another.
I’ve often thought if I could do that. To go after my own wife in the face of unfaithfulness.
I always placed myself, self-righteously I might add, in the shoes of Hosea.
I pitied him.
I felt his pain.
The humiliation, the frustration, the long sorrowful feeling he must have felt taking his wife back.
How could he muster the courage and strength to search for, pay for, and then go after his wife after all she had done. Had she not realized the faithfulness she had walked away from? The unconditional love it took to call her home again? How could she do what she did?
Why should Hosea take her back?
That’s when I realized: I’m the whore.
I’m that ragged filthy whore.
In spite of all that God has done for me, in spite of all His goodness, His Kindness, His love, I walk away and choose sin.
In the midst of my sin, he comes to me.
The humiliation he must bear to call me son, in spite of my trespasses. The hypocrisy I carry…and yet He stands by me and calls me home.
He leads me by the hand with sweet kindness and says to me as Hosea said to Gomer:
“You must dwell as mine for many days. You shall not play the whore, or belong to another man; so will I also be to you.” – Hosea 3:3
How He must feel, to humbly never let go of me. Even when I can be perceived as a hypocritical Christian.
He is there, always seeking me, in spite of my adulteress ways.
This is grace at its finest.
Grace be to you.