"Who do they think they are?" Korah said amidst the affirming nods of Abiram and Datham. "The Lord can speak through any of us" he continued. Tamuno heaved a sigh of distress from where she was peeping into the yard where the men were discussing. With immense trouble in her heart, she continued her cooking. The evening was just like every other evening except for the fact that her husband's friends came around and she had to make more portions of pottage. In her thirty five years of marriage, Tamuno had grown to love her husband. She however knew he had his excesses, one of which was rebellion against authority.
"Why did Datham and Abiram come here again?" she asked her husband as soon he returned to the house after seeing his friends off. "And what is that supposed to mean?" he retorted angrily getting on the defensive. "Can't I have my friends visit again? This is my house not yours remember?" he said as he pushed her aside and made his way to the room. "Don't do this against Moses and Aaron. They are God's elect!" she screamed after him but he was not listening
As Tamuno slipped into the chair, her fears were confirmed. Her husband was plotting to challenge Moses and Aaron. She was not surprised because he had always been like that. She remembered how he stood up to the slave masters on several occasions refusing to do the portion of work allocated to him while they were slaves in Egypt. She had somehow hoped that fatherhood will change him but it seemed to make him even more defiant. This, however, was no ordinary stunt. It was against God's messengers; Aaron and Moses. She feared for her life and of what will become of her and her children.
She remembered how she married him in Egypt not necessarily because of love but because he was very industrious and could provide for his family. Now, she dreaded the possible consequences if Korah pursued his intention. As she lay beside her husband that night, she said sobbing "I don't want to perish; I need you to stop talking about Moses with contempt." With sleepy eyes, he responded "I know what I am doing, go to sleep"
However,that morning, as she stood at the tent of her husband from which all of Israel fled like a plague, she knew her fear had come upon her. While her baby was still crying to be fed, she felt the ground open beneath her and darkness!
So, the message is this dear sister, be patient, God still has many sons. Choose Carefully!
Based on Numbers Chapter 16
Labels: korah, novellas, patience, rebellion, relationship