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Their Father’s Heirs
Zelophehad’s Daughters
Cynthia Ekoh
Acknowledgements
I thank my Lord Jesus for the inspiration to expound on this beautiful story that was recorded for our example. Many Christians that I have asked about Zelophehad were ignorant of his character. So it is with great pleasure that I present this obscure story from the Bible in vivid pictures in a way that you can relate to.
I appreciate my dear husband, Saint Ekoh, who is my teacher and pastor. Some of the elaboration in this book has come from his teachings in our church.
I appreciate everyone who read sample chapters of this book and gave me the push and encouragement to publish it. My godmother described this book as “loaded” because it is loaded with information from the Bible that you often do not give attention to. This is a most entertaining Bible story to be enjoyed by both young and old.
Cynthia Ekoh
Their Father’s Heirs
Zelophehad’s Daughters
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Today was Milcah’s eightieth day of life. Zelophehad, her father, stood with his wife, who was more relieved than excited, at the entrance of the tent of meeting. They were offering to YHWH a year-old lamb for a burnt offering to mark the end of her eighty-day isolation after the birth of their daughter. For her purification, she gave her preferred and difficult-to-get bird, a dove, as she always did. Zelophehad also gave an extra offering, surprising his wife. For months they had struggled to obtain a year-old male lamb without any blemish or defect for today. In addition, Zelophehad had complained so much about their dwindling livestock and so she was surprised to see the young bull handed over to her husband by his nephew. He had deliberately kept his wife in the dark about this second offering. Not because she had any problem with them giving all their livestock to YHWH, but to forestall her criticism of his motive. He had arranged with his nephew to quietly bring the young bull way behind them. From the corner of his left eye he could make out his wife’s expression of surprise and concern. He suspected his wife knew exactly what the extra offering was for. The priest motioned for his extra offering with a knowing look at his daughter that said “I understand your plight.” “Well for the love of God. This is my fourth daughter and not one son yet! It is certainly not a crime for me to be obviously desperate.” Zelophehad brooded and let off a sigh working on his facial expression. He did not want the priest to know what just went through his mind or think that he came before YHWH with an attitude other than piety. He was going through this ritual for the fourth time, each time with growing desperation but he was still hopeful. Ironically, his brother Baruch would be presenting his fourth son in a couple of days on his fortieth day of life, half the length of time they had to observe for his daughter. It seemed every time he was having a baby, his brother Baruch was right behind him just like when they were children. Only this time he could not show off greater strength as the big brother. Surely this was the true test of a man’s strength, thought Zelophehad, wishing it were possibly to switch babies like they used to exchange their wooden swords as boys.
Belonging to the fast-growing tribe of Manasseh, one of the wealthiest tribes, Zelophehad worried that he might not be able to keep his portion without a son. Since Egypt, every tribe had continued to grow and increase in number and in substance, but at this time the greatest gain was with the tribe of Manasseh. They had started out as the smallest in number but were growing so fast that the last census had them at over thirty thousand not counting their women and children. They were not the largest tribe but their growth was most significant, happening at a time when the tribes of Reuben, Simeon, Gad, and even Ephraim were losing large numbers of their men. Their increasing numbers was one thing that baffled and concerned him greatly. He knew that a lot of his people would castigate him or even curse him to sleep for calling what they think is a great blessing a concern. But when they left Egypt, they had been only six hundred thousand men in number and his tribe had been a little less than half the number they were now. His wonder was how they kept on increasing every day despite the harsh conditions and several wars in the wilderness. His concern was how such a large herd of people would be safely ushered into the promised land and when they get there, would the land be enough to go round. Moreover it was getting more and more difficult for them to move these days. They were able to actually sow and harvest because the time spent at their stops has increasingly lengthened.
The God of their fathers was definitely making good the blessings pronounced by Jacob on the twelve patriarchs many years ago. As a beneficiary of the noble patriarch Joseph, a sizeable portion of the nation’s inheritance belonged to his tribe and he definitely did not want to lose out. He was a fourth-generation descendant and took great pride in his tribe. He was a firstborn just as his father, Hepher, was to his father, Gilead, the firstborn of Makir. As a matter of fact his name meant firstborn. The firstborn child was very important and the desire of every parent is that it be a male. Sons were a man’s greatest assets in Israel. They were the ones to preserve their family name and inheritance for generations. They watched the gate. They went to wars. They died with pride in defense of their people and the land. The measure of your strength and capacity as a man was in the number of sons you have. Just the other day, Moses had commanded that all the firstborn males in the camp be counted. Zelophehad had been so mortified when one of the censoring Levites came by his tent asking if his newborn baby was a male. He did not need a reminder that yet again he had failed to bring forth an heir from his loins, someone to represent his house. With a very low voice he had respectfully told the Levite that his newborn baby was not a firstborn and left it at that.
His wife believed that he worried too much and almost daily reminded him that they had the most beautiful daughters in Israel. His wife was a wonderful, godly woman who sought nothing but his happiness. She has borne him four beautiful daughters but he needed to prove the authenticity of his manhood. Zelophehad had never failed any test of masculinity in his life. As a firstborn male in his family he had many privileges that his brothers did not. Growing up he had been the family’s showcase. Oh how he loved those days as a boy, when he was always given the preference among his six brothers. Whether gifts, meals, opportunities, the first gets it first and most often gets the best. In Israel, every firstborn male whether of man or animal belonged to YHWH. And this identity automatically made them special, distinguishing them from their siblings. As a firstborn male, he had to be redeemed with a costly sacrifice. He smiled as he remembered taunting his brothers with that. Every time they contended with him in spiritual matters, he used to say to them, “I am redeemed, you are not, so let the redeemed of the Lord speak.” To top it all, he gets a double portion of his family’s inheritance. However, right now he did not feel that superiority. How
