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Scripture: I Kings 12:1-24

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Key Verses (but read entire passage):
But Rehoboam rejected the advice the elders gave him and consulted the young men who had grown up with him and were serving him. He asked them, “What is your advice? How should we answer these people who say to me, ‘Lighten the yoke your father put on us’?”
10 The young men who had grown up with him replied, “These people have said to you, ‘Your father put a heavy yoke on us, but make our yoke lighter.’ Now tell them, ‘My little finger is thicker than my father’s waist. 11 My father laid on you a heavy yoke; I will make it even heavier. My father scourged you with whips; I will scourge you with scorpions.’”

I Kings 12:8-11

Imagine

Jeroboam’s Return

The prophet had told me I’d be king some day. Ten of the twelve tribes would fall under my rule. It had sounded great at the time. But then King Solomon caught wind of it. I went from one of his trusted officials, known for getting things done, to an exiled fugitive in Egypt for years. Now Solomon was dead, and I was back.

How much did his son know?

I tensed as the door behind the throne swung open. The son and heir of Solomon’s kingdom, riches, glory, and all his power—young Rehoboam—strode in. Rehoboam proudly wore flowing purple robes and a golden crown. He knew exactly what he’d inherited. His trouble-making childhood friend Pelatiah followed, arrogant and smirking. More young advisors followed Pelatiah. Why Solomon had tolerated their friendship, I’d never understood.

Missing were Solomon’s wisest advisors. I couldn’t let on, but that was exactly what I’d hoped to see. If Pelatiah had the king’s ear, there’s no way my request would be granted. In which case, the new king would fall perfectly into my trap.

I bowed, demonstrating more than the necessary amount of deference, as distasteful as that felt. “Thank you for the audience, my king.”

The king yawned as he settled onto his throne. He adjusted his robe, letting the silence settle heavy in the room before addressing me. “Jeroboam. Abba told me about you. I didn’t think you’d have the nerve to show your face back in Judah. Especially in the palace.”

“My king, that prophecy was not my idea. It was the ravings of a madman, wanting attention for himself. He did not speak the words of the Most High.”

“What’s stopping me from putting you to the sword now?” Rehoboam said. “Why should I take the chance?”

“I’m here on behalf of the other ten tribes,” I said. “Do you want to spark a revolt? Just listen to our plea.”

He waved a hand. “Speak it.”

“It is a simple request. Grant it, and the people will have no cause to look elsewhere for a king.” I paused, wanting to gauge his reaction. “Your father put a heavy yoke on us, but now lighten the harsh labor and the heavy yoke, and we will serve you.”

King Rehoboam exchanged a long look with his advisors before turning back to me. “Come back in three days, and I will give you my answer. Such a request deserves time for proper consideration.”

I bowed again as I backed out of the room, struggling to maintain the facade of devotion. “Thank you, my king.”

Three more days. When he rejects the proposal, the ten tribes will have no choice but to rebel. I’ll start rallying the forces now. They’ll appoint me king, just as the prophet had said. Three days.

Observations

Context

Bible study methodology adapted from Searching the Scriptures with permission from Tyndale House:

Swindoll, Charles, Searching the Scriptures. Tyndale House Publishers, 2016.

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