Slide Show (Kings 2 19-20)

Hezekiah, king of Judah, decides to be a bit of a tattletale and tell God about how Sennacherib has been mocking him and doing bad stuff. Hezekiah does this by means of a long-winded, rambling prayer which ends on the following threat: “I will put my hook in your nose and my bit in your mouth, and I will turn you back on the way by which you came” (Kin 2 19:28). I’m not sure what “bit” means in this particular context. I did my research and most biblical scholars agree that it loosely translates into “dink”.

God hears Hezekiah’s prayer and exacts an appropriately untimely end for Sennacherib: he’s killed by his own sons while he’s worshipping some god named Nisroch. Interesting fact re: Nisroch… he’s the god of agriculture.

In chapter 20, Hezekiah falls ill and receives a visit from Merodachbaldan, son of the king of Babylon (If you want it, come and get it… Babylon). Hezekiah is the worst host to Merodachbaldan. Worse than my own dad, who is at his wit’s end if he has to do anything more than turn on the soccer game. Interesting fact re: my dad… he would probably make no contact with the outside world if it weren’t for my mum. He still occasionally calls me “Spud,” the name of our cat who passed away over ten years ago now. He’s kind of out to lunch. Anyways, Hezekiah subjects poor Merodachbaldan to an exhaustive tour of his house including, but not limited to “his treasure house, the silver, the gold, the spices, the precious oil, his armory, all that was found in the storehouses”. In fact, it is stated that “there was nothing in his house or in all his realm that Hezekiah did not show them” (Kin 2 20:13). Bo-ring. 

Interesting fact re: me… I really dislike being shown other people’s photos. I don’t know what it is, exactly. I suppose it’s the trapped feeling I get, like I can’t end it when I want to, as in a conversation when you can switch topics when someone’s boring you out of your skull. Maybe it goes back to this geography teacher I had who used to force the grade nines to sit through epic slide shows of his travels. Let’s call him Mr. Brotherhood (because that’s his name). Mr. Brotherhood’s look could only be described as “pedophile chic”. You know what that is: uncomfortably high slacks, thick glasses and tan windbreaker. Mr. Brotherhood loved to take pictures of things like rocks and then take another picture of an everyday object, like his keys, next to those objects in order to “show scale”.

Here’s the final scene from one of my all-time favourite movies “Strictly Ballroom”. Skip to 3:19 for a partial example of “pedophile chic” and possibly the best slow clap ever.

“Listen to the rhthym”. 

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