He said it, I did it. (The story about the rich young man and the camel and the eye of the needle.)

This week the topic of the rich young ruler, who, knowing that he was still lacking something in order to obtain eternal life, asked wat he must do, presented itself twice. Actually, thrice. Once when my son had to study it in his lessons, secondly when I You Tubed it for him, and the third time when my husband forwarded me a piece written by Angus Buchan. I have learnt that when something presents itself a third time, that I have to take notice what God is saying to me.

The rest of the story, many people know. Jesus, knowing he was rich, told him to get rid of everything and give it to the poor. He did not like the advice so much. Then Jesus mentioned the thing about the camel and the eye of the needle. Many people have gone and tried to explain the camel and the eye of a needle. They claim there was such a gate, but it seems there wasn’t. They explain about night gates where merchants had to take off their baggage and get their trusty carrier through a small gate. Does not seem as if there was such a gate.

It seems as if people are fixated about getting that darn camel through a small opening. You know, kind of, where there is a will, there is a way. They forget the verses which clearly state the disciples’ response,(When his disciples heard it, they were exceedingly amazed, saying,) ‘Who then can be saved?’ (Matthew 19:16-30) These guys understood that this is not about a camel. It was about things that were humanly impossible. No unpacking of a beast and leading it through, because then the camel still got through.

That being said, a picture that I saw, as I was You Tubing, spoke to me, and I do believe that this was Spirit explaining something to me.

I saw a picture of one of the so-called night doors. It could’ve been photoshopped, who knows. It was a smallish door in a wall, and the explanation was that it was there to provide for late night arrivals at the village gates. It was just big enough for a camel to supposedly walk through after the load was taken off.

At that moment Holy Spirit explained it to me as such:

Imagine you are being chased by bad guys and the only rescue you have is going through that door. The caveat however is, that yes, you have to unpack your camel, but not only do you have to unpack your camel, you have to literally give your load away to the people waiting at the inside of the village. People you may not know, may not like, may not agree with, may even despise. You have to give it to them, knowing that when you get inside, you will have NOTHING left. Nothing but the breath in your body and the clothes on your back.

Then Holy Spirit spoke and said, “That load is everything that is precious to you. Your life savings, your home, everything you have worked hard for. THINGS YOU WORKED HARD FOR. You have to give it to people who did not work for it. People who may not appreciate it. People who may not thank you. People who do not know you.”

You have a choice. Do you give it willingly to them or do you hang on to your precious cargo, and the bad guys following you take it, and they take your life in the process?

Ruach fixed my eye upon the fact that the rich young man knew something was missing. He knew he lacked something that would bring him eternal life. Why else would he have asked the question. This young man chose the load on his camel’s back. He chose to rather hold on to it, and might have tried to outrun the enemy, or even tried to bargain with them. He may have survived the skirmish with his last breath and the clothes on this back.

But wait, you say. The outcome in that event is the same as if he passes the load through the gate to unknown people.

No. There is one difference. The King of the village is God himself. The people on the inside is his Body, the Church. Once you get to the inside of the village, you will find that you are provided for beyond your wildest dreams. You are taken care off. The riches there are more than enough and is for every one within the walls of the village.

But… another but… though the young man knew Jesus as ‘good master’ he did not know him as Good God… and there is the crux for me. The intimate knowledge of the Good God. Knowing that whatever I give into the kingdom is a gift to God, a loan to Him, and He does not default on His back payment plan.

I can hear objections of, “But you can’t just throw money in the water. You can’t just give it away not knowing whether the stewardship will be good or not.” Quite frankly, if God tells me to give something I do it. It is not for me to second guess his motives, his objective. He said it, I do it. He promises a return. He promises a hundredfold return, now and eternal life and persecution. Do I do it for the return? Nah. I do it because of what He has done. I do it for the kingdom, because who knows, maybe by me being obedient, someone will get the answer they have been searching for and reach out to the One.

3 thoughts on “He said it, I did it. (The story about the rich young man and the camel and the eye of the needle.)

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