Once upon a time there was a woman named Ruth. That would be the Biblical Ruth. The one that married Boaz.
And gave birth to Obed;
Who begat Jesse;
Who begat David.
The David that would become King of Judah and God’s Chosen People.
And from whom comes the lineage of the Virgin Mary and thus, Jesus Christ.
But the story that’s been gnawing at me is,
I’m no theologian so any errors are mine. But don’t shoot the messenger, please, just enjoy the story.
Many years ago, somewhere between 1050 BC and 500 BC, there lived a man named Elimelech in Bethlehem in the land of Judah. (Present day Israel. I’m pretty sure of that.)
Times were hard. No work. No food.
So our friend packed up his family on his donkeys. Well, I hope he still had donkeys. Maybe they were walking. Anyway, it was Elimelech, his wife Naomi and his two sons. Off he went to the land of Moab. (Present day part of Jordan.)
Our patriarch and his brave little family were faced with –
A different language;
And worst of all,
Elimelech settled in. His sons married Moabite women. Ruth and Oprah.
Not long afterwards Elimelech up and died and if that wasn’t enough, shortly after there went his sons.
Poor, alone and in ill health, Naomi decided to return to her homeland. Rumor had it the famine had passed. She bade her daughters-in-law to return to their own families as they were young enough to start over again.
At first they flatly refused but for Oprah, common sense prevailed and she did just that.
Ruth, however, stubborn, self-will and determined, refused. And coined the well-known phrase,
“Wherever you go, I will go…..Your God will be my God.”
And thus our heroine arrived in Judah. The story of how she met Boaz?
To me the moral of the story is:
Our Lord descended from an immigrant. A Pagan Moabite Woman.
Blessings all, Cyber Hugs and Much Love
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