Cut the scene from the Globe Theater in Elizabethan England and go quickly now through time and space to the walls protecting the Temple in Jerusalem where a Temple musician and minstrel is fulfilling his course of standing watch over the Holy Places at night.
From his perch high on the wall, our bard sees the prostitutes and their clientčle openly engaging in their "business" affairs in the darkness of the street below. He watches helplessly as brutal thieves fall upon innocent victims. From his post high on the Temple walls he is able to see the naked and vicious sins of his proud kingdom and he cries out to God for help in understanding all of this crime and the flouting of the Law.
God answers the young musician, for he is a prophet as well. God gives him a vision of the coming of the Babylonians to judge the backslidden nation and shows him how that the crimes he has witnessed below his post on the wall would be avenged with the fire and destruction of the Chaldean hordes.
The next night he is upon the high wall again, pondering the vision that he had seen. He is obviously troubled by this. Finally the turmoil in his heart is more than he can keep back and he cries out to God again...
"The
Chaldeans!?! You've got to be kidding me! They're a far worse lot of heathen brigands and whoring thieves then the small time and petty rascals I had complained about before!!! What justice is there in this???"
The answer that the Spirit of God gives to the prophet/singer/musician/watchman is this:
"Behold, his soul which is lifted up is not upright in him: but the just shall live by his faith" (
Habakkuk 2:4).
Not much of an explanation is it? "Just trust me..." That's God's deep and pround message when nothing makes any sense? What's the purpose? What's the meaning?
The bard answers with a song. The closing lines are:
Although the fig tree shall not blossom,
neither shall fruit be in the vines;
the labour of the olive shall fail,
and the fields shall yield no meat;
the flock shall be cut off from the fold,
and there shall be no herd in the stalls:
Yet I will rejoice in the LORD,
I will joy in the God of my salvation.
The LORD God is my strength,
and he will make my feet like hinds' feet,
and he will make me to walk upon mine high places.
To the chief singer on my stringed instruments.
Habakkuk 3:17-19