Abraham

Today I was reminded of the father of our faith, Abraham. I listened to a short podcast celebrating the Advent, and this week's highlight was the story of Abraham, his wife, and their miraculous child.

First, (and maybe a bit off-topic) but I wish I saw every child as a miraculous child. Maybe, hopefully, if I get to the see the birth of my own child, this will be obvious...but what I mean is that I always want to see God giving life as a miracle. I hate that in our time there is so little awe. Lightning, earthquakes, birth, the sun, the moon, shooting stars...everything has been 'figured out'. I'm not saying that science has robbed man of his wonder. That would be a scapegoat. Man's pride has robbed him of this wonder. Our three pound fallen brains are so easily convinced that we have everything figured out...it seems to take a 90 year old barren woman having a son to shock us out of that.

I digress. Abraham's faith. In the history of this world, I'm convinced that there has never been a longer three days than the three days that Abraham journeyed out to sacrifice his son...

Literally thinking of this leaves me speechless.

Perhaps only one other moment in eternity has lasted longer...the moment Jesus drank the cup of God's wrath while hanging from a cross.

This world is filled with awe and wonder. We exist because of it.

Praise God for His incomprehensible Love and Grace.