Hello Everyone,
The first way that Isaac’s story is my story is this:
MY LIFE IS AN UNCERTAIN
JOURNEY (Genesis 22:1–8).
22 Some time later God
tested Abraham. He said to him, “Abraham!”
“Here
I am,” he replied.
2 Then God said, “Take
your son, your only son, Isaac, whom you love, and go to the region of Moriah.
Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering on one of the mountains I will tell you
about.”
3 Early the next morning
Abraham got up and saddled his donkey. He took with him two of his servants and
his son Isaac. When he had cut enough wood for the burnt offering, he set out
for the place God had told him about.
4 On the third day Abraham looked up and saw
the place in the distance. 5 He said to
his servants, “Stay here with the donkey while I and the boy go over there. We
will worship and then we will come back to you.”
6 Abraham took the wood
for the burnt offering and placed it on his son Isaac, and he himself carried
the fire and the knife. As the two of them went on together, 7 Isaac
spoke up and said to his father Abraham, “Father?”
“Yes,
my son?” Abraham replied.
“The
fire and wood are here,” Isaac said, “but where is the lamb for the burnt
offering?”
8 Abraham answered, “God
himself will provide the lamb for the burnt offering, my son.” And the two of
them went on together. (NIV)
Put yourself in Isaac’s shoes or sandals.
Apparently one day his father told him they were going for a trip
… a father-son trip to Mt. Moriah, with two servants.
It was a trip of about fifty miles from where they
were living.
They traveled for two days, reaching their destination
on the third day.
The Bible doesn’t tell us how much Isaac knew, if
anything.
It is clear that there was a lot Isaac didn’t understand.
There was a lot that hadn’t been revealed to him.
There was a lot that was a mystery.
That is true for all of us.
We are all on a journey–– an uncertain journey.
We don’t know what lies ahead.
A pastor and songwriter named Ira Stanphill once wrote,
I don’t know about tomorrow;
I just live from day to day.
I don’t borrow from its sunshine
For its skies may turn to grey.
…
Many things about tomorrow
I don’t seem to understand
But I know who holds tomorrow
And I know who holds my hand.[1]
As the “preacher” and author of Ecclesiastes once said,
No man knows what is to be, and who can tell him what will be
after him? (Ecclesiastes 10:14b, ESV).
None of us knows what is to be.
No matter how much you may know, no matter how educated
you are, no matter how much you have figured out, your life, like
mine, is an uncertain journey.
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