30 Lot and his two daughters left Zoar. They went to live in the mountains because Lot was afraid to stay in Zoar. So he and his daughters lived in a cave. 31 One day the older daughter spoke to the younger one. She said, “Our father is old. People all over the earth have men to marry and have children with. We do not. 32 So let’s get our father to drink wine. Then we can sleep with him. We can use our father to continue our family line.” 33 That night they got their father to drink wine. Then the older daughter went in and slept with him. He wasn’t aware when she lay down or when she got up. 34 The next day the older daughter spoke to the younger one again. She said, “Last night I slept with my father. Let’s get him to drink wine again tonight. Then you go in and sleep with him. We can use our father to continue our family line.” 35 So they got their father to drink wine that night also. Then the younger daughter slept with him. Again he wasn’t aware when she lay down or when she got up. 36 So both of Lot’s daughters became pregnant by their father. 37 The older daughter had a son. She named him Moab. He’s the father of the Moabites of today. 38 The younger daughter also had a son. She named him Ben-Ammi. He’s the father of the Ammonites of today.
If I was to write a book of the Bible, there is no way that I would include a story like this. Honestly, it’s one of the messy, yucky stories that leave me scratching my head and asking God why did you include this one? Yes, it tells us about where two of Israel’s enemies came from, but did we really need to know HOW?
But I’m so glad that God includes not just the good stories, but he deliberately includes the bad AND the yuck, because to be honest, my story has good parts, bad parts and yucky parts that I would rather forget and hope that no one ever finds out about them. Yet God loves all of me, and He has redeemed all of me. And the yucky parts, though they may become enemies to me they will not have victory over me.
Israel eventually triumphed over the Moabites and the Ammonites. Their names are now only in history and Israel remains.
God, I am so thankful that you love me, all of me. Forgive me for the yucky bits that I have done, and probably will still do, but I know that the work of the Holy Spirit in me will triumph over my mistakes and wrong choices. Thank you for saving all of me.
Written by Andrew Martin