Letter from God to Ebedmelech

(Jeremiah 38:7-13 “Now when Ebedmelech the Ethiopian, one of the eunuchs which was in the king’s house, heard that they had put Jeremiah in the dungeon; the king then sitting in the gate of Benjamin;  Ebedmelech went forth out of the king’s house, and spake to the king, saying,   My lord the king, these men have done evil in all that they have done to Jeremiah the prophet, whom they have cast into the dungeon; and he is like to die for hunger in the place where he is: for there is no more bread in the city.  Then the king commanded Ebedmelech the Ethiopian, saying, Take from hence thirty men with thee, and take up Jeremiah the prophet out of the dungeon, before he die.  So Ebedmelech took the men with him, and went into the house of the king under the treasury, and took thence old cast clouts and old rotten rags, and let them down by cords into the dungeon to Jeremiah.  And Ebedmelech the Ethiopian said unto Jeremiah, Put now these old cast clouts and rotten rags under thine armholes under the cords. And Jeremiah did so.  So they drew up Jeremiah with cords, and took him up out of the dungeon: and Jeremiah remained in the court of the prison.”)

Written by Kent E. Hovind, May 20, 2007
(Written during my eight-day stay at the United States Penitentiary Maximum Security Holding Unit in Atlanta—one of the worst prisons in the system)

Dear Ebedmelech,

Thank you for what you did for my preacher, Jeremiah. I saw the whole thing, son. You did great! I know your life has not been the best. I saw when you were sold into slavery and taken from your family. I saw when you were made a eunuch and your dreams of marriage and family were destroyed. I know some people here look down on you just because you are black. I know you have many good reasons to hate life. Thank you for not being bitter!

I also know that my preacher Jeremiah is not very popular right now. I know Nebuchadnezzar is camped around the city. I sent him (Jeremiah 38:3). I know the people hate Jeremiah for his preaching about surrender, but that’s what I told him to preach.

I saw when Pashur and his evil men threw my preacher into the dungeon full of mire. I heard them laugh at him struggling in the filth. I knew their very thoughts.

I also saw your compassion on him, Ebed. I know you are all so weak, it took thirty of you to pull him out. Thanks for thinking of the old rags for padding so that the rope wouldn’t hurt him. That was very kind.

Ebed, this city is going to be destroyed, but you will be spared (Jeremiah 39:16-18). I’m also preparing a home for you up here with Me that is more than you could dream about in a million years.

Keep up the good work, son, and keep watching out for ways to help My preachers. They need guys like you.

Love,

God