The Town Crier – Part 1
Righteousness and justice are the foundation of Your throne; lovingkindness and truth go before You [Psalm 89:14].
The town was in a state of waiting and uneasiness. Folks hustled hither and yon to get the latest scoop on events of import to their community, as well as to share their gossip and opinions about the whole affair. You could cut the suspense in the atmosphere with a knife.
Inside the halls of government important decisions were being decided. The populace was divided over the issues and the results were bound to please some while alienating others to the extreme. No one wanted what could potentially transpire to actually occur, once the decisions were announced.
Outside in the streets it was getting dark. The town authorities had worked overtime trying to resolve what might ignite a powder keg of political upheaval. Law enforcement was put on the alert, and every officer was called into duty. The atmosphere was electric.
Suddenly a voice rang out through the night air, echoing like a ricocheting bullet down the streets and alleys of the town. It was the town crier, bedecked in his official garb of robe and breeches and boots, a tricorne hat on his head customary of colonial times. In his hand was a bell, and he was ringing it energetically.
“Hear ye! Hear ye! Hear ye!” were his opening words. Every person stopped dead in his tracks. All tongues ceased to wag and every mouth was stopped. No one wanted to miss out on the official town announcement. The outcome of the governmental business conducted behind closed doors was about to be revealed.
The entire populace of the town hung on the town crier’s every word. Their fate was about to be revealed. Would the old country be imported to the new, or would the new country remain new? Whatever decision was made, serious and severe repercussions were certain to follow.
Such was the scene back in the day, when the town criers played such a vital role in political affairs. Truth be told, in extreme cases it was not a good thing to be the town crier. He was only the messenger, yes, but messengers have been known to pay the price for the decisions of their superiors. The adage “Don’t shoot the messenger!” comes to mind.
In our Bible verse today a town crier is making the rounds of the town streets. The governmental decisions of the King of kings and Lord of lords are announced by him. He too is bedecked in official garb, and it is most exquisite.
Why don’t you come along with me, and we will go and hear what announcements he has to make. I am sure the announcements will be quite relevant to our day-to-day existence. Indeed they will determine the course not only of our earthly existence, but also of our eternal state.
So what are you waiting for? Let’s prepare our hearts and minds to receive the announcements from our Lord. We will then go forth to hear them on the morrow.
To further research this issue, I direct you to my book Genesis: Volume 1 of Heavenly Citizens in Earthly Shoes. To purchase my books please go to:
http://www.amazon.com/Randy-Green/e/B...
https://sites.google.com/site/heavenl...
The town was in a state of waiting and uneasiness. Folks hustled hither and yon to get the latest scoop on events of import to their community, as well as to share their gossip and opinions about the whole affair. You could cut the suspense in the atmosphere with a knife.
Inside the halls of government important decisions were being decided. The populace was divided over the issues and the results were bound to please some while alienating others to the extreme. No one wanted what could potentially transpire to actually occur, once the decisions were announced.
Outside in the streets it was getting dark. The town authorities had worked overtime trying to resolve what might ignite a powder keg of political upheaval. Law enforcement was put on the alert, and every officer was called into duty. The atmosphere was electric.
Suddenly a voice rang out through the night air, echoing like a ricocheting bullet down the streets and alleys of the town. It was the town crier, bedecked in his official garb of robe and breeches and boots, a tricorne hat on his head customary of colonial times. In his hand was a bell, and he was ringing it energetically.
“Hear ye! Hear ye! Hear ye!” were his opening words. Every person stopped dead in his tracks. All tongues ceased to wag and every mouth was stopped. No one wanted to miss out on the official town announcement. The outcome of the governmental business conducted behind closed doors was about to be revealed.
The entire populace of the town hung on the town crier’s every word. Their fate was about to be revealed. Would the old country be imported to the new, or would the new country remain new? Whatever decision was made, serious and severe repercussions were certain to follow.
Such was the scene back in the day, when the town criers played such a vital role in political affairs. Truth be told, in extreme cases it was not a good thing to be the town crier. He was only the messenger, yes, but messengers have been known to pay the price for the decisions of their superiors. The adage “Don’t shoot the messenger!” comes to mind.
In our Bible verse today a town crier is making the rounds of the town streets. The governmental decisions of the King of kings and Lord of lords are announced by him. He too is bedecked in official garb, and it is most exquisite.
Why don’t you come along with me, and we will go and hear what announcements he has to make. I am sure the announcements will be quite relevant to our day-to-day existence. Indeed they will determine the course not only of our earthly existence, but also of our eternal state.
So what are you waiting for? Let’s prepare our hearts and minds to receive the announcements from our Lord. We will then go forth to hear them on the morrow.
To further research this issue, I direct you to my book Genesis: Volume 1 of Heavenly Citizens in Earthly Shoes. To purchase my books please go to:
http://www.amazon.com/Randy-Green/e/B...
https://sites.google.com/site/heavenl...
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