Recently I was walking through a railway station that was once the centre of activity. Today it has display boards with pictures showing what it used to be like. People leaning out of the windows of the trains; the platforms filled with passengers waiting to board; the ticket office with a queue of excited people. Smoke, noise, atmosphere has been replaced by an uneasy silence. It looks like a railway station but the best days are gone.
“What will you do on the day of your appointed festivals, on the feast days of the Lord?
Even if they escape from destruction, Egypt will gather them, and Memphis will bury them.
Their treasures of silver will be taken over by briers, and thorns will overrun their tents.”(Hosea 9 v 5-6)
Hosea warns them that there is coming a day when they will not be able to worship God the way they used to because they will be in exile.
They have left the silver behind but no one is there to steal it. The Festival of Booths (which celebrated their ancestor’s journey in the Wilderness) with temporary tents for the celebration period will be a distant memory. The tents will still be there but uninhabited except for thorns.
Ghost town.
I know a man who worshipped passionately; who followed God for 30 years; prayer and fasting; witnessing; but today he lives in exile, it doesn’t look like he is going to return from the place he was never called to be in; and what is left behind is a memory of the man he used to be. He is a ghost-town believer.
This word from God is as true for today as for when Hosea spoke it.

