“Liron, I think you dropped a stitch there. Pay attention,” Aholiab said sternly. Liron colored with embarrassment. Aholiab was right; his mind did tend to wander. But he just couldn’t help thinking about the end result of all their hard work. A glorious new home for the Lord himself! And he, a humble embroiderer, would have a part. He still tingled with excitement each time he thought how it had all come about.
When Moses gathered the tribes together one day to tell them how the Lord had given him the plans for the building of a holy tabernacle, Liron had been excited, but listened with only half an ear, because he knew very little about building anything and was certainly not talented along those lines. Donate materials, yes, he could do that. But build, no.
But then one day Moses called another meeting. Raising his hands for order, he said, “People…listen to me please! I have been overwhelmed by your generous donation of materials for God’s house. Bezaleel and Aholiab tell me we have more than enough materials to start this great project.” Cheers and chants exploded from the crowd.
Moses continued, “As I told you before, God has given the two men standing here with me special knowledge and wisdom in all skills needed for the building and furbishing of His house. And He has given them the ability to teach those skills to others.” Moses paused and looked around the crowd. “If you have even a small talent and feel called to help, please let one of them know. They’ll be assigning tasks soon. Aholiab will tell you some of the skills that will be needed.”
Aholiab stepped forward. Liron knew him because they were of the same tribe of Dan. “I’ll be in charge of those who will work assembling the skins for the outer covering, stitching of the linens for the veil and priestly garments and the embroidery work that will decorate those fabrics. I’m putting a call out specifically for talented stitchers.”
Liron had done some embroidery work while they were in Egypt, but he had never gotten to a level he would call talented. However, he hadn’t realized stitching would be called for, and now he was excited to think what Aholiab might be able to teach him. As soon as the meeting broke up, he raced up to Aholiab and was one of the first to volunteer.
Weeks later Liron sat with the other stitchers carefully creating the holy golden cherubim on the linen curtains. “They’re so beautiful, Nadav” Liron said in a hoarse whisper to his friend.
“Well, I’m surprised you’ve become so good at that couching stitch, Liron, what with your eyes filled with tears all day,” Nadav teased.
“I’ve told you before, Nadav. They’re tears of wonder. I still can’t believe my little stitches will be part of God’s house. But will my work be acceptable to God? Will everyone’s work be acceptable to Him?” Liron slowly shook his head as his fingers continued to expertly guide his needle through the fine linen fabric. “I just don’t know, Nadav. It must be perfect, and I certainly am NOT perfect. Look how Aholiab just had to chastise me a few minutes ago for missing a stitch!”
“Liron, my friend, you’ve been going on about your doubts every day for weeks. I know our work will be acceptable to the Lord.” Liron envied his friend’s confidence.
Finally the day came when the all work was done, and Moses and Aaron and his sons had consecrated the tabernacle per God’s instructions. The tabernacle, Liron thought., was a wonderous thing sitting there in the desert, but it definitely was man made. But soon they would know if it met with God’s approval.
“Stand far back from the tabernacle,” Moses warned the people. “It is now a holy place.”
Liron stared intently at the structure, and his eyes began to water from the strain. His muscles felt so tight he thought they would break free of his limbs, and he began to feel faint. Just when he thought he could stand no longer, Liron saw the familiar cloud appear above the area of the most holy place. Liron held his breath as the glory slowly settled over the tabernacle … and stayed there! Liron expelled pent up air and collapsed to the ground, sobbing with relief and joy. Their work HAD been acceptable to the Lord Most High! Hallelujah!
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