The Cost of Obedience

By faith Abraham, when he was called, obeyed and went out to a place he was going. By faith he stayed as a foreigner in the land of promise, living in tents with Issac and Jacob, co heirs of the same promise. For he was looking forward to the city that has foundations, whose architect and builder is God. Hebrews 11:9,10

Going to a place God directs is not easy. Many times we leave family, friends, routines, lifestyles. However, when it is done in obedience there is the best reward of all, friendship with God. Whilst it is often lonely, in time God provides the companions on the road.

Abraham obeyed many times. The biggie is when God commanded him to sacrifice his son Issac. He got up immediately and went to the place of sacrifice. The son he has so waited for, God was asking for as a sacrifice. God waits until Issac is bound, on the altar and about to have the knife plunged into his heart. Issac must have been some young man to submit as well. The chain of obedience emerges.

Imagine living in a tent for over 30 years! For all those who love the benefits of home, this would be a challenge. Abraham came from a culture that have flushing loos, yes, way back then. To come from luxury to pit toilets, now that is a sacrifice.

Abraham obeyed, continually, living is discomfort continually because he had a heart to obey. Praise God! Amen!

I came to Tamworth because God has a plan here. It is not easy. I am not in a tent, but I am alone and at times that is hard, very hard. I am a person that loves company and belonging and I am alone. It seems that the places that are supposed to provide companionship are service stations and to make a group of companions I must belong to a small group, called a connect group. I admit this does work and am grateful. I can recommend them.

If I were not alone I would not reach out like I am. My harvest field is right outside my doors, right opposite my office and I am compelled to go and love.

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