Old Balaam welcomed the men and went to decide if he should bless or curse them. His reputation depended on him accurately divining the outcome of battles. God told Balaam that he was not to do as the men wanted. Balaam refused to go with them, so the king offered more money, and eventually God gave Balaam permission to go with them, but only to tell the king he didn't want his money. God's order still stood – do not take the king's side or his bribes. Balaam went, but he went with motives contrary to this. So God cooked up one his many masterful rebukes. Balaam had this donkey. She is known as "Balaam's Donkey" to most historians today. God decided to make this donkey his instrument of truth.
The angel moved in the way again, and Balaam's donkey wisely turned around again. Balaam hit her. This happened one more time before the donkey got fed up. She turned around to Balaam and voiced her concerns. Literally – she talked. What did she say? She demanded to know why Balaam kept hitting her! There was clearly a dude with a sword, was she just supposed to walk into him? It was at this time that God let Balaam catch up and showed him the angel that had been there. He was humbled and repented of his motives. He rode his donkey on to the king and stood up to him as God had told him to do.
I want to be like that donkey. She was as humble a creature as I can imagine. We don't think much of donkeys because they are plain and goofy. For God to use this particular animal as a prophet is just plain awesome. I want to be seen for the imperfect and ridiculous person that I am. Then I want for God to give me his vision. I want to be held in low esteem by the world and for God to use me to accomplish his goals. I want for God to give me the ability to speak to the world what they need to hear. And I want my life to be as fun and wonderful a story as this one
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