The king couldn’t sleep—so his book
of chronicles was read to him. The king wasn’t alone—he had people there
reading to him and he discovered that Mordecai had not been honored for saving
the king’s life. As the King Ahasuerus paid tribute to Mordecai, he was seated
on one of the king’s horses and paraded through the city square; Haman was
humbled. Haman’s mourning of his trouble with his enemy was short-lived since
there was another banquet with Queen Esther. Haman was escorted to the palace
to enjoy a feast with the king and queen. Would it be the feast to which he was
looking forward?
When was the last time you couldn’t
sleep? Just a few nights ago I had a couple of hours of insomnia—and longed to
see the shooting stars of the Perseid meteor shower. I gazed out my window for
a while—but never saw anything. Disappointing, but there are still more nights
or early mornings to look for those fleeting meteors. The king had plenty of
company while he was awake during the night. No reading of dull books to try to
put him to sleep—read the recorded events in the past history of the kingdom.
It didn’t put the king to sleep—but spurred him on to honor Mordecai. What hope
for that gentleman. What lesson can we glean from this? Are we to keep records
of our daily events—that would be journaling and then should we read them when
we can’t sleep? Novel idea! There’s more to this story. Haman was feeling sorry
for himself. He wanted to be the one honored and instead he had to lead Mordecai’s
horse around and proclaim his honor to the city of Susa! Are we ever humbled by our actions? If we
look in our journals, we may see some indication of times like that.
Dear
God, help us to seek you when we can’t sleep-that you would refresh our souls
and draw us closer to you.
© 2012 by Mickey M. Hunacek. All rights reserved.
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