You know the old saying, “Be careful what you wish for—you might get it”? Standing at Beth Shemesh, I found myself wondering if that saying had originated there; the sentiment no doubt had.
Let me back up. No biblical artifact has sparked the imagination of modern men like the Ark of the Covenant, thanks in large part to the fictional archeological adventures of Indiana Jones.
In real life, the Ark of the Covenant has been missing for 2,500 years—since the Babylonians sacked Jerusalem and destroyed the temple built by King Solomon.
The Ark is said to have contained the original tablets of the 10 Commandments, a jar of the life-sustaining manna that God provided the Jews during their 40 years wandering the wilderness, and the rod of Aaron. The Ark served as the focal point of Jewish religious practices from shortly after leaving Egyptian captivity, during their 40 years of waiting to enter the promised land, and through the reign of King Solomon.
The Ark was the throne of God. Where the Ark was, the Jews believed, there was God.
As such, they would march the Ark into battle. On one occasion, it didn’t turn out so well for the Jews ... or for the Philistines who took it. The downside for the Jews was clear enough: they felt the sting of losing the Ark more deeply than losing the battle.
For the Philistines, the Ark brought physical misery. Wherever they took it, in the camps and through towns, people fell ill to cancerous tumors and infestations of rodents, among other maladies. It got so bad that they sent the Ark back to the Israelites.
They strapped the Ark to a cart pulled by cattle through a field at Beth Shemesh, west of Jerusalem. So eager were they to be rid of this object, the Philistines shaped gold in the form of gold mice and tumors, hoping it would relieve them of their torment.
The Jews happily received the Ark, but perhaps too happily. 1 Samuel 6 notes that after some revelry surrounding the recovered object, some of their men apparently decided to look inside. They were struck dead as a result.
They undoubtedly thought of themselves as “liberators” of the Ark and, therefore, worthy of a sneaky peek. Yet the Ark was returned to them not by their own power but by God. They were no more entitled to poke around inside it than those who had run off with it in the first place.
You and I might ask, “What’s the big deal?” Some tablets, old food, and a stick? The objects are less important than the point: God established a rule—don’t look inside. They were to have faith that God knew what
He was doing and to follow His commands.
From the experience of the men of Israel at Beth Shemesh, we’re reminded that there is less danger from our enemies than in the pride found in our own hearts. They thought too highly of themselves.
As a self-governing people, we must know our limits, be honest about our foibles, and hold each other to high standards.