Micah 7:1-3
"Woe is me! For I am like the fruit pickers, like the grape gatherers. There is not a cluster of grapes to eat, or a first-ripe fig which I crave. The Godly person has perished from the land, and there is no upright person among men. All of them lie in wait for bloodshed; each of them hunts the other with a net. Concerning evil, both hands do it well. The prince asks, also the judge, for a bribe, and a great man speaks the desire of his soul; so they weave it together."
Micah begins this chapter by once again relating to the people of Israel. They are not in this pain alone, Micah also feels woe. He is also effected by the sin of a nation. In these words, we see a great picture of the Living Christ. He also took on our sins and was left in pain because of them.
Micah begins to talk about this sin. It is such that even the judges ask for a bribe... And then, the end of verse 3 says that they weave it together. This is Micah's way of telling his audience that evil gives birth to evil. One commits evil, then another, soon, that evil is not simply a thread of evil, but a quilt.
Micah is hurting, while the leaders of the nation are warming themselves with iniquity. How will God bring them back?
He who is like Jehovah is burdened by sin.
Micah begins this chapter by once again relating to the people of Israel. They are not in this pain alone, Micah also feels woe. He is also effected by the sin of a nation. In these words, we see a great picture of the Living Christ. He also took on our sins and was left in pain because of them.
Micah begins to talk about this sin. It is such that even the judges ask for a bribe... And then, the end of verse 3 says that they weave it together. This is Micah's way of telling his audience that evil gives birth to evil. One commits evil, then another, soon, that evil is not simply a thread of evil, but a quilt.
Micah is hurting, while the leaders of the nation are warming themselves with iniquity. How will God bring them back?
He who is like Jehovah is burdened by sin.





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