MY INHERITANCE

MY INHERITANCE
Ruth 4:6 And the kinsman said, I cannot redeem it for myself, lest I mar mine own inheritance: redeem thou my right to thyself; for I cannot redeem it.
Have you ever wondered what the kinsman had in his own inheritance that would interfere with him buying the field of Elimelech? What would prohibit such a transaction?
The Bible is silent, so we are left to our own imagination. It probably is not important, or we would have been told more about what it was.
Nevertheless, I have pondered many times the possible implications of the statement, and wondered if maybe there might be Christians today who are forced into the same position as that nearer kinsman. Let me explain:
When I was a boy 5 years old, a Pentecostal Evangelist by the name of Mattie Crawford held meetings in Caldwell, Idaho. She pitched a tent and preached a message never before heard in that part of the country-- the Baptism of the Holy Ghost with the evidence of speaking in other tongues. That was 1923-- model T Ford days. We lived south west of Parma-- 20 miles from Caldwell.
Our vehicle was the lowly model T with magneto lights, so we could only attend the afternoon services. That was sufficient, however, for nearly all of those old enough to know what was going on, to get the Holy Ghost baptism. Mighty miracles accompanied the preaching of the message-- convincing miracles.
The family reveled in what they were experiencing-- until. Until, that is, they returned to the little Baptist Church at Roswell.
They wanted none of it, so there was a parting of the ways. Papa would not deny what he had experienced, for the sake of security and fellowship. A few families experienced a cleavage also-- some continuing as Baptists, others walking on in their new found experience.
One day Rev. Cox, Baptist Pastor, called at our house to shepherd the family back to the fold. He cited the benefits of the Northern Baptist Convention-- a strong, well established denomination. He urged Papa to, "Stay with it, right or wrong." We would be safer inside than we would be outside, according to his assessment of the matter. As I remember being told, (for I was too young to know) Papa sternly warned Bro. Cox of the folly of his stance. The move was of God, and they must be very careful what their reaction would be, because they were not dealing with mankind. Bro. Cox stood firm. Papa stood firm.
I can't help but wonder if perhaps some Christians today are refusing to walk on with God in what is evidently of His Spirit, because of a conflicting interest in some sort of an establishment. Rather than risk marring their relationships in something which is established, they turn a deaf ear or a blindfolded eye toward whatever God is trying to give them
Jonathon, by his own admission, knew that David would be the next king of Israel. Yet, he stayed where he was, secure in the realm of his father, Saul. He died there. Could he have lived if he had gone with David to the cave? Scripture doesn't tell us, so again we are free to wonder about it.
Personally, I am "scared to death" of neglecting what is evidently the hand of God, because it would conflict with what I am walking in today. Desperately, I don't want to miss God.