“The Lord had said to Abram, ‘Go
from your country, your people, and your father’s household to a land I will
show you.
‘I will make of you a great nation,
and I will bless you; I will make your name great (change your name), and you will
be a blessing.’” Genesis 12:1-2
Something
happened in Ur. Haran was killed. His wife left the family, abandoned her son, Lot, to his grandfather's care.
Terah gathered his remaining clan and left. Perhaps fled. With nothing.
Got as far
as Harran. Stopped there. A place to rebuild, to acquire new wealth, to add to
their small community.
God showed
up there, too. With an invitation. Abram’s dad had begun a journey, and now
Abram is invited onward to an unknown land of promise.
Who is this
God? How did they know Him? Know His voice? He promised good things: to keep
them safe, multiply their lives, to give power and repute and to use them to
bless the world. The world?
They trusted this strange word. Family councils,
preparation and provision, goodbyes.
A strange
way, a hidden way to greatness. And what is greatness, anyway?
Harran a
good way-point, but never home. Hearts remained restless, sense of belonging
held loosely. Certain that there remained a journey, and a true home.
My heart
remains restless, alien and stranger, until I reside in you.
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