How many people have ever been to a party or celebration (example: birthday party, a family reunion, etc.)? And when everyone at the party is having a good time, who wants to be the first one to leave? I know that I don't want to leave. In fact, I want to be the last person to leave - even if I am not doing anything but watching everyone else.
I want to emphasize on verse 26 which says, "But Lot's wife looked back as she was following along behind him, and she became a pillar of salt."
Whenever I read things from the Bible, I like to imagine the things that happened or what it would have been like if I were in their shoes. Therefore, picture this as a play or skit:
Lot's wife is played by
me. Here we are... Eric and I are married living in our home in the city. We live near our friends and family. Outside our home, in the city, is a party going on much like
Mardi Gras. Then out of the blue, Eric comes to me and tells me that we need to leave our home, friends, and family because he says that he saw angels sent from the Lord who told him that they were going to destroy the city that we live in. I am skeptical that this is
really going to happen. Therefore, I am faced with a decision to follow my husband, Eric, who believes he saw angels sent from the Lord
or I could stay at home with the rest of my friends and family. I decide to follow my husband, who might I add is following the Lord. But then, Eric tells me that if I look back at everything that I have left behind then I am going to turn into a
pillar of salt. I'm thinking, "You've got to be kidding me, a pillar of salt. Yeah right!" But I still decide to follow Eric. As we are traveling away from our home, friends, and family, I begin to remember all of the memories that were shared within those city walls. I begin to wonder if anyone noticed us leaving the party that was going on. I want to take one quick glance, but then I remember, according the angels that my husband believes that he saw, I will turn into a pillar of salt. It is so tempting because I hear everyone enjoying themselves and I want to be with them, so I slowly turn my head and out of the corner of my eye I see the place that I used to live, and I see my friends and family. At that same moment I turned into a pillar of salt, just like my husband said. Now, I am nothing. I am not living, not breathing. I am nothing, and with one breeze I am swept away.
