If a man divorces his wife and she goes from him and becomes another man’s wife, will he return to her? Would not such a land be greatly polluted? You have played the whore with many lovers; and would you return to me? says Yahweh. Look up to the bare heights, and see! Where have you not been lain with? By the waysides you have been waiting for lovers, like a nomad in the wilderness. You have polluted the land with your whoring and wickedness.
A cheery start to Jeremiah’s third chapter. Certainly a bit darker than I like to paint myself. I mean, you know, I dabble, fool around a bit, with Control, and with Adulation. Oh, and with Performance, and with Production. But they’re just flings. You know, nothing serious. I mean, it’s just sex. It’s not love. I love Yahweh. And he’ll always come back to me, even if I keep messing around. Right?
Have you not just now called to me, “My Father, you are the friend of my youth– will he be angry forever, will he be indignant to the end?” This is how you have spoken, but you have done all the evil that you could.
Um, yeah…
Return, faithless Israel, says Yahweh. I will not look on you in anger, for I am merciful, says Yahweh; I will not be angry forever. Only acknowledge your guilt, that you have rebelled against Yahweh your God, and scattered your favors among strangers under every green tree, and have not obeyed my voice, says Yahweh.
This, this is my issue. I don’t want to be guilty. Guilty are those glum folk in courtrooms standing before juries. Me, guilty?
As a faithless wife leaves her husband, so you have been faithless to me, O house of Israel, says Yahweh. A voice on the bare heights is heard, the plaintive weeping of Israel’s children, because they have perverted their way, they have forgotten Yahweh their God: Return, O faithless children, I will heal your faithlessness.
Faith and faithlessness. Belief and doubt. All the same right? Faith equals belief? But no, what if faith is about marriage, and faithlessness is about adultery? What if faithlessness is playing the whore? What if my casual encounters with my not-about-love lovers is prostitution? What if, when I hook up with Money or Success or Image to feel satisfied and virile, what if I’m being a whore? Am I sex trafficking myself?
All this echoes a Derek Webb song that I haven’t been able to get out of my head recently- Wedding Dress:
I am a whore, I do confess. But I put you on like wedding dress, and run down the aisle.
I, whore. I use Yahweh like a wedding dress, to symbolize empty purity and to further my own agenda of serving Image and Adulation.
I must return. I am so wrapped up and twisted in with these other lovers. Yahweh, I must return. Yahweh, please, heal me.
