Ezekiel was a strange dude. I think this every read. Today, on my walk, I listened to Ezekiel. I haven’t changed my mind. He’s just plain crazy. But crazy because he is yielded to God’s call no matter the call. At twenty-nine years old, Ezekiel first yields to… crazy. He “listened carefully to his (God’s) words.” Then he: ate a scroll, roped himself inside his own home, stretched on his side for about a year and a half staring at a clay map of Jerusalem, wore a wasp of hair in his belt. Don’t you think that sounds crazy? I do. He probably did too.

What dawned on me this morning was that, Ezekiel, yielded to every bit of nonsensical crazy. I imagine he thought, “O… K. That’s going to mess up my plans, my dreams, my reputation, my family life, but O… K.” But that’s me. Actually, Ezekiel says he just did it. Did the call. Did the crazy.

I’ve had trouble doing crazy that’s not even as crazy as Ezekiel’s crazy. I have such a time yielding to God’s call. Why can’t I, who has years on Ezekiel, default to God-knows-what-He’s-doing? Because, “this is what the sovereign Lord says.”

Ezekiel yanked my attention this morning. I am awed at his example of whatever-you-want,-Sovereign-Lord. No questions asked. No push back (except for a couple of gulps, Ezekiel 3:14 & 4:12-17). God admonished Ezekiel to let His words sink deep into his own heart first. Kath, listen. Yield. This is what the Lord requires of you.

Ezekiel, “the Lord’s hold on you was strong” (Ezekiel 3:14). The Lord’s hold on me is strong. I’ll do what you ask me, Lord. I’ll do this crazy walk and know that you’re holding me.