In The Journey this week we read the beginning of Abram’s story. Remember Abraham’s first name before God changed it, was Abram. Before Abram’s story begins there is the genealogy of Terah, the father of Abram.
Terah took Abram his son and Lot the son of Haran, his grandson, and Sarai his daughter-in-law, his son Abram’s wife, and the went forth together from Ur of the Chaldeans to go into the land of Canaan, but when they came to Haran, they settled there. The days of Terah were 205, and Terah died in Haran.
Sometimes I have to ask the question, “Why?” Why did Terah set out for Canaan? Why, oh why, did he settle in Haran? Was he tired of traveling? Did Haran promise things he thought would satisfy?
I googled a map to see the journey… to try to come up with some reason why he wouldn’t continue on to the place he set out to go. The place I believe God was leading him.
He definitely took the long way. Though I haven’t studied it in depth, I’m confident a source of water was one of the many reasons Terah chose this route. He’s over half way when for some reason he sets up his household, begins a life in Haran… and dies without going one step further.
I would like to think I’m different than Terah. I want to believe I would keep going… keep my eye on the prize. I don’t want to be like Terah, but in many ways I am. It is so easy to settle when the journey gets long and the road is steep. I’ve made my home in Haran before… deciding the place I am must be better than the place God is calling me. I’ve been tired, weary, and I’ll admit sometimes what I know is much more comfortable than the unknown.
God’s plan didn’t stop because Terah settled. Instead He waited and when the time was right God passed the baton to Abram. And Abram set out to the place God intended for Terah’s family all along.
I’m unsettled by the thought of settling because I long to be a believer like Abraham. I desire an Abraham faith that drives me to move forward to the place God has created for me. So in the midst of my comfort and rest, I’m packing up and pressing on. I’ll not settle for the status quo or the social norm… I want more. More life, more blessing and most of all… more of Him.
Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already arrived at my goal, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.