Bibledoorajar Examines the Pull of the Past

The father, Abraham, had made his promise---come and enjoy life with my son, Isaac. The servant had made his appeal on behalf of the two. Rebecca had listened and had accepted the nose-ring and the bracelets. Now the servant faced her family. They listened anew to the servant's story: Rebecca has accepted my master's offer and we must be off as soon as possible!

The family was not mean, but they ask for a delay of about ten days or so. This effort would allow Rebecca to take her eyes off her present and future and concentrate on the glories of her past. The servant recognized the danger of this. Doubts could enter in. She could alter her response. She had said that she would go to Isaac, but her family wished to delay Isaac's taking of her. This, my friends, is an ever present danger for those of us to have accepted the call of a faraway place. The servant could not allow this then and He will not allow it in our lives now. We MUST go with the Servant and allow our "Isaac" to dwell with us and impact our lives. It is more than a call to a great by and by. It is a living relationship. Our being with Christ has to do with living with the attributes of His life and His work, not those worldly, no matter how industrious, works of our past. Jesus put it this way:
       "Abide in Me and I in you....He who abides in Me and I in them will produce much fruit." (John 14:4-5). Being the bride of Christ and sharing in His life, places us squarely in the middle of the most glorious work ever. It was time for Rebecca to leave the past and move into her future. The servant implores that they must be off. The father and the son are expecting them. The same is true for us.

            "This world is not my home, I'm just a passing thru. My treasures are laid up some where
              beyond the blue; The angels beckon me from heaven's open door, And I can't feel at home
              in this world any more.

              They're all expecting me, and that's one thing I know, My Savior pardoned me and now I
              onward go; I know He'll take me thru tho I am weak and poor, And I can't feel at home in
              this world anymore.

              Oh, Lord You know I have no friend like You. If heaven's not my home then Lord what
              will I do; The angels beckon me from heaven's open door, And I can't feel at home in
              this world anymore."

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