🗣️ The Voice of the Jews
We did not know, at first, what happened in the palace.
We only saw signs.
Subtle ones.
Unexpected.
Mordecai stood taller.
Messengers whispered in doorways.
Haman no longer smiled in the streets.
And then we heard the story.
The king could not sleep.
So he asked for the records — the dry, dusty scrolls of things forgotten.
And there, written in ink that had faded to near-nothingness, was Mordecai’s name.
Mordecai, who had saved the king.
We remembered the moment.
We had almost forgotten it too.
The plot against Xerxes. The warning. The silence.
No reward was given.
Until now.
Until the very night Haman came to ask for Mordecai’s death.
And instead… he was told to honor him.
Haman — our enemy — was ordered to robe Mordecai, to lead him through the streets, to declare his greatness.
We did not laugh.
We did not cheer.
We simply breathed, as if deliverance had whispered our name for the first time.
🕊️ The Voice of God
They saw a man forgotten.
I saw a moment preserved.
They thought silence meant neglect.
But I had saved Mordecai’s name for the hour when it would break a curse.
The gallows had already been built.
But My honor came first.
Because I will not allow the righteous to be erased without first being raised.
Haman thought the favor belonged to him.
But favor built on pride crumbles when it stands next to obedience.
I let the proud speak so that their fall echoes louder.
I let the righteous wait so their rising is unmistakable.
The same hand that tied the noose was now guiding the horse of Mordecai.
This is how I turn tables.
Not by shouting.
Not by signs.
But by reordering the steps of the powerful until they bow to the ones they tried to bury.
🗣️ The Voice of the Jews
We did not yet know what would happen next.
Esther had not spoken her full truth.
The decree still stood.
The date had not changed.
But now… we had hope.
Not because a law had shifted — but because we had seen a glimpse.
A crack in the plan.
A twist no one expected.
The man who built gallows now walked in silence.
And the man who fasted in sackcloth was honored in royal robes.
And we knew…
He who watches Israel neither slumbers nor sleeps.
