In the harem, Sarah waited. She waited to be called in to King Abimelech, or for someone — Abraham, God? — to come to her rescue. One day dragged into the next, and still nothing. God had said she and Abraham would have a child next year. Now Abraham had ruined everything. But why hadn’t God stopped him?
Praying Scripture: O Lord, so often my heart is lifted up, my eyes raised too high. I’ve occupied myself with things too great and marvelous for me. I’ve been arrogant, thinking more of myself than I ought, in regards to my fellow man, but most of all in regards to you.
Lord, if it were the number of our prayers, the sheer volume of our words that would move your heart, if it were the depth of our desperation, the strength of our need, the sharpness of our pain, then surely you would have come to our rescue by now. But it was your own mercy […]
God promised Abraham and Sarah the impossible. Or perhaps more accurately, he waited so long that the fulfillment of promise became impossible. The years passed and he watched them replay his words, hoping and afraid to hope. He saw the tears and felt their emptiness as they watched each other grow old. He knew the […]
What if we were meant to live forever, and life on earth was a mere sliver of time, tacked on to the front end of eternity? What if this life was just a drop about to be swallowed up in the ocean of eternity, a tiny speck in the universe of forever? How would we live?