What Counts

Watering:

 …” The Lord spoke to Moses in the tent of meeting in the Desert of Sinai on the first day of the second month of the second year after the Israelites came out of Egypt. He said: “Take a census…

*** and so

The people registered their ancestry by their clans and families, and the men twenty years old or more were listed by name, one by one, ¹⁹ as the Lord commanded Moses. And so he counted…

Watching 

Take a census…. really? Like God, the Great Mathematician, the One who knows the number of each strand of hair on every head, doesn’t know how many people were in each clan of the Israelites? And like the same God – who numbered the stars and understands all the inner nuclear workings of quantum frickin’ physics – needs the totals of these troops? Pahhleeez.

Numbers and numbering and counting  – they are riddled through the Bible. So why all this numbering?

The Israelites were up against a strong enemy, they were preparing for war…

Could it be God looked at their hearts, and saw that the numbers mattered to them?

Wondering:

Could it be that the God of all the universe looks into our hearts, and sees that numbers matters to us too? He numbered himself as one of us… so of course he knows.

We count our money. We count the seconds to our next break, the minutes to lunch, the weeks to vacation. We count our friends and our ‘likes’ and the number of needs until our next paycheck.

But to the Father? It’s people that count. Each number – a face. Each number – a child. Each number – a life’s story.

” Yeah, that Joe, you know, Number 12,002,347,901? He’s struggling a bit with trusting me, lost 32 strands of hair in worry. I’m gonna remind him today that I love him and will guide him. And Susie? Number 12,002,347,905? I’ve kept 367 tears of hers this week. I’m sending her a crazy good sunrise to cheer her heart.”

We count our pennies – and He asks us to count our blessings.

We count our accomplishments –  and He reminds us to count the cost.

We count all the times we fail – and He says, “Hmmm, not sure what you’re counting, I can’t see past my son’s blood.”

We number the sleepless nights wrought with worry – and He says to count it all joy.

But then, just like a Father, He counts, and then keeps, each one of our tears, looking to the day they will be wiped away forever.

Waiting:

Lord, teach me to number my days. I want to learn Your math, and the way You count… You numbered yourself as one of us and that’s the only number that really counts.

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Blessed is the one whose sin the Lord will never count against them. (Romans 4:8)