1 Kings 14:12 – 31

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And Ahijah went on to say to Jeroboam’s wife, “Now go back home. As soon as you enter the town, your son will die. …He will be the only member of Jeroboam’s family who will be properly buried, because he is the only one with whom the Lord, the God of Israel, is pleased.

Romans 9:11-13. May you be pleased with me, Father.

The Lord is going to place a king over Israel who will put an end to Jeroboam’s dynasty. …He will uproot the people of Israel from this good land which he gave to their ancestors, and he will scatter them beyond the Euphrates River…

The extermination of his family followed by the extermination of his culture. Ouch. My family line dies with me. May something of me continue to endure, Father (Hebrews 11:4).

Solomon’s son Rehoboam was forty-one years old when he became king of Judah, and he ruled seventeen years in Jerusalem… Rehoboam’s mother was Naamah from Ammon.

Rehoboam isn’t judged here – the only one? That said, it’s always a bad result when the mother is not Jewish.

The people of Judah practiced all the shameful things done by the people whom the Lord had driven out of the land as the Israelites advanced into the country.

Proverbs 14:12. I have no country (Hebrews 11:8-10).

In the fifth year of Rehoboam’s reign King Shishak of Egypt attacked Jerusalem. He took away all the treasures in the Temple and in the palace, including the gold shields Solomon had made.

Shishak probably took away his aunt / cousin (?) at the same time (1 Kings 3:1), who would have been well informed of all the treasures that Solomon had accumulated. It only took 5 years for Rehoboam to blow it all away!

To replace them, King Rehoboam made bronze shields and entrusted them to the officers responsible for guarding the palace gates. Every time the king went to the Temple, the guards carried the shields and then returned them to the guardroom.

Living in an illusion. “Let’s pretend Shishak never came, the treasure is all there and the kingdom I inherited is still intact.” Sad. Help me to always live in reality, Father – as brutal as it may be.

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