Gen 40:20 And sure enough, on the third day it was Pharaoh’s birthday and he threw a feast for all his servants. He set the head cupbearer and the head baker in places of honor in the presence of all the guests.
I think this was the forerunner of the traditional “Chunky Cheese” birthday event. Without a doubt the servants were thrilled to death to have something to celebrate. So what do you think they thought about it being Pharaoh’s birthday; did it matter? I don’t think so. I think they were after some cake and ice cream.
Now the head cupbearer and the head baker were elated to be a part of Pharaoh’s birthday party. They saw a chance to be recognized and get in the lime light. The rest of their year was probably nothing but sheer work, work, work.
Sometimes we celebrate someone’s birthday to honor the event of their birth. Certainly Jesus’s birthday has to be on top of the list.
Kids love birthday parties. It means gifts, cake, and ice cream. Young, young kids love to show you how many fingers they are. By the time they are teens they almost act like if you have me a big gift I’ll come. Adults will use any excuse to eat out as a family or group. As for gifts they generally are lost in the herd of buffaloes. Then comes the age of “old.” At 30, women declare they are old and over the hill; forget birthday parties. At 40 we accept the notion that we are half way in life and a good birthday dinner would be in order. At 50 we still think we’re young and birthday gifts are starting to be appreciated. At 60 you are resigned to be a AARP member with a birthday. AARP actually starts at 55. At 70, 80, 90 we like birthday parties and dinners because you are going to pick up the tab not us.
Personally I could care less about Pharaoh’s birthday. It appears to me that he was prideful and selfish. His party and all the doing’s were a direct result of his being able to fund it, have resources to pull it off and on and on I could go.
I love to celebrate the birth of Christ. That brings inner joy to realize the meaning of that birth.
Today my bride is having a birthday. Of course I’m not allow to say what her number is. I’m not sure she remembers. We will go to a fancy dinner tonight for two at our special place and then to see the movie everyone is talking about ~ War Room (did I get that right?) I for one don’t see her age today. There is nothing that makes me think this day could be anything except that her Dad, Doug remembers her birth as something very special.
I’m glad she is still young and beautiful just like always. I’m really into the birthday dinner and movie routine; that’s very special for both of us. I’m guessing we will talk very little about age. Probably more about the meal and movie. That’s what folks really do.
If you see her say Happy Birthday Saint Rhonda; I thank you kindly.