On Monday evening while driving back from the airport, we picked up three FMS engineers (which is what they call mechanics in Botswana) who were hitch hiking their way home. Hitch hiking is a common practice here, and the sides of the road can be lined with people either waiting for a combi, which is a little van that drives a route much like a bus would do in the states, or trying to catch a ride from passing vehicles. Instead of a thumbs up signal here, hitch hikers hold their hand out in one of three positions - pointing down, to indicate that they aren't traveling far, only a few blocks perhaps; pointing straight out, to indicate that they are trying to get a medium distance; or pointing up, which means they are going a pretty good ways. So, we picked up these three FMS guys, and they all piled into the back seat, grateful for a ride. As we drove along, the guy I was riding with (who is also the guy who is letting me stay in his house - another pilot waiting on government approval to start flying) was asking the engineers about themselves and trying to get to know them a little bit outside of the work environment. One of the questions he asked was whether or not any of them were married. None of them were. Going into more detail, they began to explain the Botswana custom of paying a bride price to the family of the woman you are going to marry. The price required in exchange for the family's permission to marry their daughter is paid in cows. They told us that the number of cows varies based on the part of the country where the woman lives. Anywhere from 4-10 cows can be demanded of the husband-to-be as the bride price. These men could not afford the cows necessary to purchase a bride or pay the expenses of a wedding and the parties that must customarily accompany it. It was a very practical reason for being bachelors but one that seems foreign to the American mindset of the twenty-first century.
It is an interesting custom, this paying of a bride price with bovines (now do you see where my post title came from?). It got me thinking about the bride price that Christ paid for His bride. Psalms 50:10 says, "For every beast of the forest is mine, the cattle on a thousand hills" yet cows weren't the price that was paid for our redemption. To purchase our lives from the sin into which we were born God sent His own Son. We are His bride, and Jesus was the bride price. How humbling to realize that we were bought at a price, and that price was the sacrifice of a life and the shedding of blood. We are more valuable than any number of cows, and God proved that. So anytime Satan tries to lie to you and convince you that you are worthless, just remember and remind him that you were worth the cost of Jesus suffering and dying on your behalf. Remember that by His stripes we are healed. Remember that He is the only way, the only truth, and the only life. Give your life to Jesus because He gave His life for you!
"For you were bought at a price; therefore glorify God in your body and in your spirit, which are God’s." (I Corinthians 6:20 NKJV)
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