“By faith Abraham heard God’s call to travel to a place he would one day receive as an inheritance; and he obeyed, not knowing where God’s call would take him. By faith he journeyed to the land of the promise as a foreigner; he lived in tents, as did Isaac and Jacob, his fellow heirs to the promise because Abraham looked ahead to a city with foundations, a city laid out and built by God.
By faith Abraham’s wife Sarah became fertile long after menopause because she believed God would be faithful to His promise. So from this man, who was almost at death’s door, God brought forth descendants, as many as the stars in the sky and as impossible to count as the sands of the shore” (Hebrews 11:8-12).
“That’s what Scripture means when it says, ‘Abraham entrusted himself to God, and God credited him with righteousness.’ And living a faithful life earned Abraham the title of ‘God’s friend'” (James 2:23, The Voice).
I like Abraham. I can relate to Abraham.
Sure, he was the father of many nations. Sure, he’s the one through whose line came the Messiah, the Hope of the World.
But he also had clay feet at times.
Remember the time when he lied about his wife, saying she was his sister? Twice?
Remember when he tried to help God out by agreeing to go to bed with Sarah’s servant Hagar to produce the heir God promised?
Remember when Abraham had a hard time believing that God could keep His word in giving him a child?
Yeah, I can relate to all of that. Abraham’s my kind of guy.
The Bible is full of people like that. Not saints in the sense of people who walked through life with halos hanging over their heads who never messed up or got a hair out of place or got their knickers in a bunch. More like saints who stumbled and fell often, but kept getting back up, kept trusting in the next step, kept trusting that God knew where he was leading them through all the deserts and foreign countries.
Sometimes faith is simply showing up and taking the next step, trusting that God knows where He’s leading you. As Corrie Ten Boom said, faith is trusting the conductor of the train when it goes into a pitch black tunnel instead of jumping off the back of the caboose.
I suppose we’re all thankful that even faith the size of a mustard seed can move mountains and uproot trees. It can change stubborn old hearts like yours and mine.
Best of all, faith leads you to the place where God is, where you were always meant to be, the place where your heart can rest.