I thought I might write about about something our pastor preached on a couple of weeks ago, mainly because it has been pinging around in my consciousness on and off since then.
The thoughts come from Genesis 12. Abram and Sarai (as they still are at this point) are at an early stage of their life with God journey. Seventy-five year old Abram has just heard from God that he will be made into a great nation and he has packed up all he has, wife, sheep, tents, Lot etc etc (events later on in this chapter sometimes seem to indicate that this inventory is not listed in order of importance to Abram but that may just be me.)
Then, it seems out of nowhere, the land is hit by a famine. There is nothing to eat. This is not just a physical disaster. Look where these people are. They are in the promised land. Abram is being led directly by God. They are right in the centre of God’s will and they are hit by famine.
I think sometimes, when things go wrong for us or we see things go wrong for other people, we have a couple of reactions. One is to woe is me (that is my particular talent which I have developed over years of whinging) The next thing we do is to ask what we have done wrong, or what people we see who come into bad circumstances have done wrong. In fact, it seems that we can be exactly where God wants us to be and things can fall around our ears. It is not always a judgement on our behaviour.
The most serious problem here emerges as early as the next sentence.
Then a famine came to the land. Abram went down to Egypt to live.
Knee jerk reaction. Arrrrggh. Everyone out of here! Egypt! (Not exactly happy valley for Abram you would have thought) That’s the place to go!
Then he ends up prostituting his wife to Pharaoh bringing down a curse on the Egyptian royal household and getting out by the skin of his teeth. You know how it is.
(Just an aside It’s God who ends up rescuing Sarai from Pharaoh’s household. One of many times when God rescues women from men. Who says God leads the Patriarchy?)
So what didn’t Abram do? He didn’t pray.He didn’t ask. Disaster struck and he reacted. Don’t say you have never done this. For once, I know it’s not just me. Sometimes, we are supposed, I think to put our foot on the ball, stop and ask. Pray. Commit. Wait. Then possibly act. That was what was missing from this sentence.
HOH and FOW2 went on a Dad Date to watch the zombie comedy”Warm Bodies”. They loved it but both said that I wouldn’t have liked it. I have a low tolerance level for watching zombies eating people’s brains with a spoon. I’m funny like that.
Watched The Baftas. Approved of nearly everything Except anything Tarantino wins. How can I judge when I haven’t seen it? BECAUSE I CAN. Argo won which is good because it was very good and also because it gets the Cloonster up on stage as he produced it. Win-Win as the young people say.