Genesis 22:15-18
The angel of God spoke from
Heaven a second time to Abraham: “I swear—God’s sure word!—because you
have gone through with this, and have not refused to give me your son,
your dear, dear son, I’ll bless you—oh, how I’ll bless you! And I’ll
make sure that your children flourish—like stars in the sky! like sand
on the beaches! And your descendants will defeat their enemies. All
nations on Earth will find themselves blessed through your descendants
because you obeyed me.”
Scripture
quotations from The Message. © 1993, 1994, 1995, 1996, 2000, 2001, 2002
by Eugene Peterson. Used by permission of NavPress, Colorado Springs,
CO. All rights reserved.
We took Timothy to the high
school basketball game last night. As we walked to our seats, we met
our sixth-grade friend, Sarah Grace. She threw open her arms and said,
“Timothy! Come and give me a hug!” We also met a cheerleader named
Raney who smiled sweetly and talked to Timothy about learning to cheer
someday. He saw teachers and aides from school and called out to them,
and they smiled and waved.
Every time someone acknowledged this
little 5-year-old boy, he took notice. He observed how these people
treated him – and others. And it mattered. Whether they knew it or
not, each one of these persons had an opportunity to represent God and
His love and care to this little boy. And we have that same opportunity
each and every day. What we do matters…what we say to others – what we
do for them…how we react to other people…makes a difference – to them,
AND to God!
I don’t expect God to call on any of us to take our
child to a rock and raise a knife over him/her in obedience and
demonstration of our devotion. I don’t believe that we will have to
“sacrifice our first-born” in order to feel His presence or to hear from
Him. But what we say and do matters…to others AND to God…today – and
for all Eternity! Are you making a mark in this world – and feeling
God’s presence in the process? Are you demonstrating His love and care –
and finding Him as you do so? Isn’t it about time you did?
©2015 Debbie Robus
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