“By faith Abraham, when he was called, obeyed by going out to a place which he was to receive for an inheritance, and he went out, not knowing where he was going.”
And Abraham got all his ducks in a row and went out. Nowhere is that written. Then I’ll go out; then I’ll move. Nope. We don’t operate that way. Having the ducks lined up would be proof; would be safety, would be easier. God doesn’t operate that way. Convinced of the call we’re moving forward.
“And he went out, not knowing where he was going.” It’s that step-by-step thing. God only gave Abraham enough information to get him to move. There is a sense that we are doing the right thing. The wife grew up in that house. It’s her old stomping ground. It’s alien territory to me.
We’re moving in with my mother-in-law to provide her support. We are moving west, from desert to ocean, big house to shared house, wide open space to elbow-room, desert quiet to city hustle, five restaurants to a million eateries.
Looking backward one can see the closed doors. There was the church small group that wouldn’t materialize—though we talked to pastors and placed phone calls. An odd loosing of personal connections. There’s been a gentle severing of ties to all but our closest of friends. One wonders if doors closed for Abraham or if he just woke up one day and shut them himself.
Though the call be from God the sweat required is ours. The house has to be boxed; storage planned, some storage rented. We have to find jobs in the new location. Then the actual move.
It can be overwhelming. Did Abraham’s thoughts whirl in his head in the middle of the night? Did hearing the call and knowing the Caller make a difference? For Abraham, it was still a step-by-step process. So it is for me. “Sometimes I think of Abraham, how one star he saw had been lit for me, He was a stranger in this land, and I am that, no less than he.” The same star and same God that created them is the same God that led Abraham. The not-knowing is unsettling. The following is part of a grand adventure.