Go to bed, bone-tired. Get up early and do it all over again.
Today. Next year. Every year, until you are too old to do it. But God had another plan.
The Hebrew people might
not have been inclined to embrace a foreigner, but Boaz was no run-of-the-mill Hebrew man.
He was wealthy. He owned a number of fields. He was well-liked in the community, a leader. A man of status, with people and harvest crews under him.
And he was the son of a foreigner. His mother? Rahab, the Canaanite woman from
One day, while in the field, Boaz asks about the woman who gleans with the other women.
That’s Ruth, my lord. Naomi’s daughter-in-law. She is here every day. Sun up, sun down. She comes behind us like the other gleaners, to gather what we leave, and to take it back to Naomi.
She does that for Naomi?
Very good. Let her glean. Oh, and leave a little extra behind for her. And tell the men to leave her alone. They mess with her; they deal with me. Make sure they understand.
Eventually, Boaz and Ruth marry and have a son. They name him Obed.
And Obed has a son, and names him Jesse.
And Jesse has a son, and names him David.
And David has a son. . . and so on . . . and so on . . . until--
Son of David, born in the City of
, a savior, who is Christ the Lord. Bethlehem