HEBREW WORD STUDY – FILTHY RAGS – YEBEGED ‘IDIM בגד עדים Beth Gimmel Daleth Ayin Daleth Yod Mem
Isaiah 64:6, “But we are all as an unclean [thing], and all our righteousness’s [are] as filthy rags; and we all do fade as a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away.”
I remember as a child hearing an evangelist preach on Isaiah 64:6 and I recall how he dramatically described filthy rags, even showing us rags that were, well, filthy, oily, greasy, muddy shoe wiped rags. He stood there and held these filthy rags up in the air and said all your good works, all your church attendance and tithe are nothing more than these filthy rags. You just as well hold these up to God as your ticket to heaven. Well, bless his heart, I sure cannot deny that what he said was true indeed Ephesians 2:8-9 clearly tells us that it is by grace we are saved and that not of works lest any man should boast.
Still, I have always had a problem with this idea of good works being filthy rags. Is that to say it does not matter whether we are good or bad? That going to church, teaching Sunday school, paying tithe are all meaningless filthy rags?
Well, I decided to end this question once and for all in my mind. So I examined this word for filthy rags in the Hebrew and found it was yebeged ‘idim. Yebeged comes from the root word beged which is merely the word for a garment, not a rag. To us a rag is just an old piece of cloth used for dusty and cleaning. A beged is sometimes rendered as a robe but most often as an inner garment and more specifically a lap garment or a garment that covers your lap (privates). The next word is the one where we get the idea of filthy, it is the word idim which comes from a Semitic root word, an ancient Persian word ‘ed which means a period in the sense of a reoccurring incident. By the time it reached the Hebrew it meant menstruation. This filthy garment is really a garment worn by women during menstruation.
So the garment itself is not filthy in its original state it is clean. Yet it is a garment that has been made unclean. Menstruation, according to Jewish law, put a woman into a state of uncleanliness. So the picture the prophet is drawing here is that our good works, our acts of righteousness are not filthy, they are clean, they are worthwhile and do bring pleasure to God’s heart. In the context of this passage it is referring to the Jews who followed a righteous path, followed all the laws of God, performed all the ceremonies, kept and honored the feast but they did it just for ceremonial purposes, to win God’s favor, to bribe God. This attitude caused these righteous acts to become unclean. All our wonderful good works, going to church every Sunday, teaching a Sunday school class, paying our tithe can really be an abomination to God if they are used for selfish purposes. If they are used to win favor with God and perhaps persuade Him to grant some prayer request.
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The covid vaccine arrived in our town this past week and as a driver of the town’s disability bus I had to drive our seniors and disabled to the Community Center to get their vaccination. I found it to be one those days when you are super rushed for an hour and then you just sit and wait. So during this down time I pulled my bus over to a curb next to a tree and began snacking on a can of nuts. I was suddenly aware of being watched. I look out the window of my bus parked next to a tree and there was this squirrel on his hind legs, twitching his nose at me. Chicago is noted for its Eastern Gray Squirrels who do not hibernate but rarely come out of their den during winter to forage. They usually stay huddled together in their den, but it is not unusual to see a gray squirrel in Chicago during the dead of winter. I held up a peanut and he scurried up the tree and just looked down at me. I grab a handful of nuts and toss then on what I hoped would have been the sidewalk but instead they all landed on the lawn. There was a new fallen snow and all my nuts were buried and I figure my furry tailed friends would not see them.
Undaunted the little beggar ran down the tree and with his two little paws, scraped back the snow and then picked up one of the nuts. He then held it in his two paws and begins chewing on it like a little child holding a banana with both hands talking bite after bite. All the while he is looking up at me with his little mouth moving in a stop and go action like a silent movie put on fast play. After he polished off that nut, I tossed him another, this time a little closer to the bus. He dug past the leaves and picked up that nut and repeated his action while looking at me as if to say “Thank you, got any more?” Each time I tossed him another nut, it was closer to my bus and as he picked up the nut, he kept getting closer to the bus and to me. Then he began to talk to me.
Yeah, I talk to squirrels, don’t look at me like that. I know, get the net, get the net, the old professor finally snapped his cap. But admit it, we all talk to squirrels we just don’t expect them to answer. Yet, when you listen with your heart, you might begin to hear what they are saying and I heard this little guy say into my heart, “I didn’t want to get closer to you but I if I am to get my nut I must get closer. Our creator is telling you that you treat Him the same way. If you don’t need any nuts you are satisfied to keep your distance, but in the dead of winter you need all the nuts you can get so you suddenly start to draw closer to the one who can supply the nuts.”
I have to admit my little furry friend was right, I tend to only get close to God when I need him to feed me. I was thinking how nice it would be if my new little friend would just come up to me to say, “Hi.” I mean just to say “Hi” and I would not have to coax him with a nut because he needed a handout. If he was not in need of his nuts, he would not even give me the time of day. Sometimes as I hear Christians talk about miracles, prosperity, healings, inner joy and peace, I can’t help but wonder if we are nothing but a bunch of squirrels who gather around God in the winter time only because He has a can of nuts and our supply is getting low. Without those nuts, we would not even give Him the time of day.
You know it was really fortunate I had a can of nuts, otherwise my little buddy would not have paused to say “Hi.” How nice it would be for him and his friends to come up and just say “Hi” during those times I don’t have a can of nuts. I wonder how God must feel when the only time He can get our attention and a simple Hi is when he dangles a can of nuts in front of us. It seems we start to act cute and friendly to God only when we need something. Suddenly when our world collapses, we need to pay a bill, need a healing or some other favor from God it is then we start to pray in earnest, attend church, pay our tithe and perform righteous acts. Yet Isaiah is saying that righteous acts performed for these reasons are nothing but filthy garments.
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This is a great study.
I too have always heard that our works are like dirty rags and there is not one good person in the earth.
I sure agree with your premise that it is where your hart is in doing an act. I believe do it in private and not in front of men or a Church congregation.
I hear quite often that last night we saved 18 people. That’s great but I feel those numbers should not be flagged-or waved in front of other. .
I was really touched deeply for our Father by this teaching. I have thought of this before, but not like today. Thank you for these teachings. I hope next month I will get full access to your teachings. I had no clue what this mean. It makes a big difference in my perspective. Menstrual rags. Sacrifices would be part of their works then wouldn’t they? That led me to think about the NT Sacrifice on the Cross. And His precious blood, pure and Holy. Compared to a menstrual rags and the blood on that. Perhaps that comparison is taking it too far. I hope it does not sound disrespectful or offensive. I just was “seeing” there was blood in both.
I love the comparison of us to squirrels! I never communicate with them being so fast and all. You gave a new spin on this scripture. Well done! I believe that no matter what we do on this earth all is worth nothing and is deemed useless and inconsequential compared to the voluntary perfect holy sacrifice of Christ on the cross for those sinners who would be redeemed by his blood transforming their (our) lives by the witness and power of the Holy Spirit working in lives unto good works as a result of so great a salvation for sinners such as we were. However interestingly enough Paul never addresses us as sinners but as Saints. We are his chosen saints washed in his blood forever!
Amen! Oh, and I talk to squirrels too…and birds…and all other creatures of God :) God bless you!
From “filthy rags” to garments of righteousness! Praise God! Thank you for words of hope!”
I’m no saint but I do like to pray. I was at an airport and was waiting for my flight. I noticed a sign announcing a prayer room so I decided to check it out. Well it took some searching and going up and down a couple of elevators but I finally found it. It was empty and looked a little neglected with dust on the floor and someone’s cell phone on charge in the one corner. Well I knelt down anyway in an obscure part of the room and began to pray. Before I knew it an hour slipped by and I stood up and left. Nothing magical happened at the time and my flight was the usual kind of trip that a person always has with a little bit of turbulence interspersed with stretches of calm. I arrived at my destination and got home without incident. But the next day I noticed a strong presence of God in all that I did. And my communication with others took on a different tone, like I was really speaking to them instead of at them. Then a day later as I was speaking to a friend who is also a client of mine about a health issue that he is battling with, I found myself saying words of encouragement that were strung together in a most beautiful way. They were powerful beyond anything that I could have come up with and I had the strong impression that they were indeed supernatural in intent. Well my friend confirmed my thoughts and thanked me profusely for sharing with him. A week later he called me and informed me that a tumor that the doctors had been tracking at the back of his brain had shrunk by 70% and was almost undetectable. The Oncologist changed his diagnosis from it being a Lymphoma to a benign growth that was disappearing out of its own. I don’t know if my prayers had anything to do with all of this but I don’t think it’s just co-incidence that G-d intervened in all of those situations the way that He did. I didn’t do a trade off with Him for blessings by spending time in prayer because I wasn’t worried about flying, I do that all the time. And I for sure didn’t know that my friend would be calling me and discussing his medical condition. But I do know this, prayer changed me and that was enough. In the end, I got more though than I thought that I would and so did everyone that I was involved with in the course of the next few days following my time of prayer. Now that’s abundance.
There is something about those little chapels at the airports. I was on a layover in Denver’s airport on Sunday morning when i heard an announcement of a mass being said in the airport chapel. I felt it was as good a place as any to go and pray and heard the Word of God. I too had to search for the chapel but when I found it I found about 15 people were there. It wasn’t led by a priest but a deacon so he could not offer communion but what a he did offer was prayer and the Word of God. As I sat there listening to the Word of God being spoken and just praying in worship and praise I looked around and found other were in tears like myself. When it was over I shook hands with the deacon and commented on the presence of God and asked if it was always like that . He shook his head and with tears in his eyes said: “No, this is the first time this has happened.” you just have to love those little airport chapels. There truly is power in prayer and worship.
Aha! This scripture used to amaze me a lot. Yes we need God more than we need petitioning Him whenever a need arises. Thank you. Blessings and grace upon you.