Rendered Sanctified

Ruth. She lost everything. Everything but her mother-in-law. Out of desperation she followed another woman to a new life. "Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning." (Psalm 30:5) Hannah. She wept bitterly because of her barren womb. She pleaded with God. Her arms ached to hold a child. A promise to God, a promise from a priest. "In my distress I called upon the Lord; to my God I cried for help. From his temple he heard my voice, and my cry to him reached his ears." (Psalm 18:6) Jochebed. She feared greatly that her child would be taken away, killed. Hid until time would not allow it. Out of desperation, pushed her baby down a river with a prayer laced in hope for a savior, a future. "He will tend his flock like a shepherd; he will gather the lambs in his arms; he will carry them in his bosom, and gently lead those that are with young." (Isaiah 40:11) Rachel. Mary. Rebecca. Elizabeth. Every woman a different

I am rendered sanctified. I am given into acknowledgement of righteousness by God. I am consecrated by Christ's blood, submitted to the High Judge for purification. Daily, hourly. Each moment. The unrighteous shall not inherit the kingdom of God. BUT. I was bathed, consecrated by the blood of a strange, lonely carpenter. I am admitted venerable, "accorded great respect" by the Almighty. Therefore I must declare the works of Him. He who established a testimony with Israel and appointed a law which he commanded our fathers to teach to their children, that the next generation might know,...the children yet unborn,...so that they should set their hope in GOD and NOT FORGET the works of God, but keep His commandments. I will not hide the sayings of old from my children. I will tell them of my GOD, of his glorious deeds, of His wonderful works. (paraphrase of Psalm 78:3-7) Zakar, the Greek word for remember. It means to recall, to make a memorial. I must zakar the