37 And Bezaleel made the ark of shittim wood: two cubits and a half was the length of it, and a cubit and a half the breadth of it, and a cubit and a half the height of it:
2 And he overlaid it with pure gold within and without, and made a crown of gold to it round about.
3 And he cast for it four rings of gold, to be set by the four corners of it; even two rings upon the one side of it, and two rings upon the other side of it.
4 And he made staves of shittim wood, and overlaid them with gold.
5 And he put the staves into the rings by the sides of the ark, to bear the ark.
6 And he made the mercy seat of pure gold: two cubits and a half was the length thereof, and one cubit and a half the breadth thereof.
7 And he made two cherubims of gold, beaten out of one piece made he them, on the two ends of the mercy seat;
8 One cherub on the end on this side, and another cherub on the other end on that side: out of the mercy seat made he the cherubims on the two ends thereof.
9 And the cherubims spread out their wings on high, and covered with their wings over the mercy seat, with their faces one to another; even to the mercy seatward were the faces of the cherubims.
K.J.V. Bible Text
Exodus Chapter 37 begins with this statement: “And Bezaleel made the ark of shittim wood…” Bezaleel was of course the first of the workmen that the Lord inspired to be able to do the precise work of creating the tabernacle and the items with which it was to be furnished.
The scripture goes on to describe the steps he took to build the ark and the mercy seat. He made also two cherubims of gold, beaten out of one piece. (This must have been a very labor intensive and artistic work indeed.)
One by one, the scripture goes through the same description of the ark we read before, telling us this time that Bezaleel created it.
Can you imagine the sense of oneness that Bezaleel and the other workmen must have felt with their work when they were making items ordained by the Lord with their own two hands?
Sometimes I find myself engrossed in work and time seems to fly by. I have heard that this is called “flow” time. These workmen for the Lord must surely have gone about their duties in a constant state of “flow” time.
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