And in that day seven women shall take hold of one man, saying, We will eat our own bread, and wear our own apparel: only let us be called by thy name, to take away our reproach. In that day shall the branch of the LORD be beautiful and glorious, and the fruit of the earth shall be excellent and comely for them that are escaped of Israel.
I’m just going to blurt my thoughts here. I believe ‘That Day” will be the Day the Lord returns, ushering in the millennial reign. Presupposing that; we have an interesting insight into the motives of women seeking to enter into polygynous marriages. Not because they lack the ability to feed and clothe themselves, but because their own names invite reproach, scorn, and shame, and they seek to replace their names with the name of a husband who has a suitable (more honorable) name because that shame they live in is unbearable.
WHY?
My own last name is fairly disreputable. My tribe’s sins are so great that they got all people with Caucasian features banned from China for the better part of a century. But I feel no real shame in bearing their name. What has it to do with me? It was all a very long time ago.
But what if the crime was unforgiveable, and recent? What if the names of every man who gathers at Armageddon to launch an assault upon the Almighty were not just public information, but easily obtained or publicized? And now people bearing their names must live under the world-spanning rule of the Lord of Glory?
Would that be motive enough for a group of women (remember they use the word ‘we’) to ambush a man, (Noam Cohen, say…) and jointly propose marriage at their own expense?
“Listen Mr. Cohen. We don’t mean you any harm, and we’ll let you go after you’ve heard us out. We can’t stand the way people look at us when our names come up on the screen at the bank. Everyone talks and whispers and stares and it’s driving us insane. Marry us! Allow us all to be Mrs. Cohens! We all have our own jobs and can support ourselves, and we’ll be ever so quiet. You’ll hardly know we are here. What do you say?”
I’m just going to blurt my thoughts here. I believe ‘That Day” will be the Day the Lord returns, ushering in the millennial reign. Presupposing that; we have an interesting insight into the motives of women seeking to enter into polygynous marriages. Not because they lack the ability to feed and clothe themselves, but because their own names invite reproach, scorn, and shame, and they seek to replace their names with the name of a husband who has a suitable (more honorable) name because that shame they live in is unbearable.
WHY?
My own last name is fairly disreputable. My tribe’s sins are so great that they got all people with Caucasian features banned from China for the better part of a century. But I feel no real shame in bearing their name. What has it to do with me? It was all a very long time ago.
But what if the crime was unforgiveable, and recent? What if the names of every man who gathers at Armageddon to launch an assault upon the Almighty were not just public information, but easily obtained or publicized? And now people bearing their names must live under the world-spanning rule of the Lord of Glory?
Would that be motive enough for a group of women (remember they use the word ‘we’) to ambush a man, (Noam Cohen, say…) and jointly propose marriage at their own expense?
“Listen Mr. Cohen. We don’t mean you any harm, and we’ll let you go after you’ve heard us out. We can’t stand the way people look at us when our names come up on the screen at the bank. Everyone talks and whispers and stares and it’s driving us insane. Marry us! Allow us all to be Mrs. Cohens! We all have our own jobs and can support ourselves, and we’ll be ever so quiet. You’ll hardly know we are here. What do you say?”