Day 138 · Part 8: Two Kingdoms
Hezekiah’s Reforms
In the Story
In context
Hezekiah son of Ahaz becomes king of Judah at twenty-five, and “He trusted in Yahweh, the God of Israel, so that after him was no one like him among all the kings of Judah” (2 Kings 18:1–5). He breaks in pieces the bronze serpent Moses had made in the wilderness, because people were burning incense to it (18:4; Numbers 21:8–9); Jesus later spoke of that serpent lifted up (John 3:14–15). In his sixth year Samaria falls (2 Kings 18:10).
In the first month of his first year he opens the doors of the Lord’s house that his father had shut, and the Levites carry the uncleanness out to the brook Kidron (2 Chronicles 28:24; 29:3–17). He sends couriers as far as Ephraim and Zebulun to call the north to the Passover; people mock them, but some come, and Hezekiah prays, “May the good Yahweh pardon everyone who sets his heart to seek God” (30:10–11, 18–19).
Micah of Morasheth, a town in Judah’s foothills, prophesies in these same years (Micah 1:1). He names Bethlehem as the place a ruler will come from, words the scribes later quoted to Herod (5:2; Matthew 2:5–6), and asks, “What does Yahweh require of you, but to act justly, to love mercy, and to walk humbly with your God?” (Micah 6:8).
But from there you shall seek Yahweh your God, and you will find him when you search after him with all your heart and with all your soul.
Deuteronomy 4:29 · Hezekiah prayed for all who set their hearts “to seek God”; Moses had said, “you will find him when you search after him with all your heart.”
In the Bible
World English Bible, as published by eBible.org (public domain).
2 Kings 18:1–12
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2 Chronicles 29
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2 Chronicles 30
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2 Chronicles 31
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Micah 1:1
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Micah 4:1–4
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Micah 5:2
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Micah 6:8
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A hymn for today
When I Survey the Wondrous Cross · words by Isaac Watts
- When I survey the wondrous crossOn which the Prince of glory died,My richest gain I count but loss,And pour contempt on all my pride.
- Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,Save in the death of Christ my God!All the vain things that charm me most,I sacrifice them to His blood.
- See, from His head, His hands, His feet,Sorrow and love flow mingled down!Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
- His dying crimson, like a robe,Spreads o'er His body on the tree;Then am I dead to all the globe,And all the globe is dead to me.
- Were the whole realm of nature mine,That were a present far too small;Love so amazing, so divine,Demands my soul, my life, my all.