Whipping Post

Good Morning Brothers…

Everybody out there should have a battle buddy. A battle buddy is someone in whom you trust…completely. Someone who enjoys sparring over the word of God, and entering into a good debate over theological principles and doctrines. If their theological view is different from yours, all the better. The point of a battle buddy is to sharpen your knowledge and wisdom in all things pertaining to the kingdom. He should be able to open your eyes to angles and perceptions that you may have not walked through yet. It is an iron sharpening iron scenario and it only works, in a God fearing manner, when the trust between the two of you is total. The gentleman who wrote today’s devotional is my battle buddy.


I recently noted how similar the lyrics of the Allman Bros song, ‘Whipping Post’ sound to that of many references found in the book of Proverbs. I was driving down the road one day listening to this song. I was struck by just how similar the situation, in the Allman
Bros song, sounded like the wayward woman found throughout Solomon’s gatherings of wisdom. Thankfully, the book of Proverbs give us a way to avoid this wayward woman as the song just laments, in telling us about her hurtful ways. To understand what
the Proverbs are saying we first have to understand that the writings like this one from chapter 7 are not talking about a specific woman per se, but that she represents the way of the world. Below I will post lyrics from the song and immediately after, a verse from Proverbs. I’ll let you decide how similar they sound….

(Her intent is to harm)
“I’ve been run down”
“Many are the victims she has brought down; her slain are a mighty throng.” 7:26

(She is a liar)
“I’ve been lied to”
“With persuasive words she led him astray; she seduced him with her smooth talk.” 7:21

(She desires to shame)
“I don’t know why, I let that mean woman make me a fool”
“I saw among the simple, I noticed among the young men, a youth who had no sense.” 7:7

(She is destructive)
“She took all my money, Wrecks my new car”
“Her house is a highway to the grave, leading down to the chambers of death.” 7:27

(She is unfaithful)
“Now she’s with one of my good time buddies; They’re drinkin’ in some cross town bar.”
“She is unruly and defiant, her feet never stay at home; now in the street, now in the squares, at every corner she lurks.” 7:11-12

We know that all Scripture points us back to our Savior. So how is Jesus found in these lines and verses? If we examine our own life in the light of who Christ was…then why do we allow ourselves to be tied to the whipping post? Wasn’t He the one that bore the sin and shame (that belonged to us) and literally tied Himself to the whipping post? Why do we attach ourselves to the whipping post of sin and shame instead of attaching ourselves to His mercy and righteousness? I think the Proverbs give us some instruction here…we should bind ourselves to Christ, who is our wisdom and insight….!! Say to wisdom, “You are my sister,” and to insight, “You are my relative.” They will keep you from the adulterous woman, from the wayward woman with her seductive words.

Proverbs 7

Warning Against the Adulterous Woman

My son, keep my words
And treasure my commandments within you.
Keep my commandments and live,
And my teaching as the apple of your eye.
Bind them on your fingers;
Write them on the tablet of your heart.
Say to wisdom, “You are my sister,”
And call understanding your intimate friend;
That they may keep you from an adulteress,
From the foreigner who flatters with her words.

For at the window of my house
I looked out through my lattice,
And I saw among the naive,
And discerned among the youths
A young man lacking sense,
Passing through the street near her corner;
And he takes the way to her house,
In the twilight, in the evening,
In the middle of the night and in the darkness.
10 And behold, a woman comes to meet him,
Dressed as a harlot and cunning of heart.
11 She is boisterous and rebellious,
Her feet do not remain at home;
12 She is now in the streets, now in the squares,
And lurks by every corner.
13 So she seizes him and kisses him
And with a brazen face she says to him:
14 “I was due to offer peace offerings;
Today I have paid my vows.
15 “Therefore I have come out to meet you,
To seek your presence earnestly, and I have found you.
16 “I have spread my couch with coverings,
With colored linens of Egypt.
17 “I have sprinkled my bed
With myrrh, aloes and cinnamon.
18 “Come, let us drink our fill of love until morning;
Let us delight ourselves with caresses.
19 “For my husband is not at home,
He has gone on a long journey;
20 He has taken a bag of money with him,
At the full moon he will come home.”
21 With her many persuasions she entices him;
With her flattering lips she seduces him.
22 Suddenly he follows her
As an ox goes to the slaughter,
Or as one in fetters to the discipline of a fool,
23 Until an arrow pierces through his liver;
As a bird hastens to the snare,
So he does not know that it will cost him his life.

24 Now therefore, my sons, listen to me,
And pay attention to the words of my mouth.
25 Do not let your heart turn aside to her ways,
Do not stray into her paths.
26 For many are the victims she has cast down,
And numerous are all her slain.
27 Her house is the way to Sheol,
Descending to the chambers of death

“Whipping Post”

I’ve been run down
I’ve been lied to
I don’t know why,
I let that mean woman make me a fool
She took all my money
Wrecks my new car
Now she’s with one of my good time buddies
They’re drinkin’ in some cross town bar

Sometimes I feel
Sometimes I feel
Like I’ve been tied
To the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Good lord I feel like I’m dyin’

My friends tell me
That I’ve been such a fool
And I have to stand down and take it babe,
All for lovin’ you
I drown myself in sorrow
As I look at what you’ve done
Nothin’ seems to change
Bad times stay the same
And I can’t run

Sometimes I feel
Sometimes I feel
Like I’ve been tied
To the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Good lord I feel like I’m dyin’

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