Good for nothing.
God gets Jeremiah to act out a bit of theatre, putting on a noble priestly garment, a sash, which if he wore typical prophet attire would have apparently looked like wearing a cummerbund and a hessian sack. Quite a sight.
He went to the Euphrates, a long way, to the place the invasion would come from, and buried the sash.
Then he traveled back after a few months and dig it up. It was ruined, useless.
In my new job producing materials for churches, I find encouragement from God’s use of illustrative material. But the message is devastating.
They are good for nothing. From the chosen people to useless.
Comparisons go on to be drawn to drunks, ignorant and stupid. And the public humiliation of prostitutes.
All you can do is put it out there. You can’t force people to repent, Jeremiah should convince us of that.
But it’s also a good time to look at the hardness in my own heart. I’ve been struggling in a practical level with lollies and alcohol. I don’t have a huge problem, but do have a bit more of both than is good for me. How hard is self discipline!