After Genesis 12:1-3
A call to a new land,
a command to leave,
to turn away from the unknown,
the familiar, and turn
toward the unknown,
the unfamiliar, the different.
Leave your family, and
go. And my promise is this:
all the families of the earth
will be blessed. Those who
bless you will be blessed;
those who curse you
will be cursed. But
through you will come
the blessing for all.
The call to a new land
is not unlike the call
that happens generations
later, the call to leave
the fishing nets,
the tax table,
the tentmaking, and
embrace the unknown,
the strange, the unfamiliar,
and through those called
will come a blessing
for all, a blessing called
salvation.
Photograph by Kameron Kincade via Unsplash. Used with permission.
Some Friday Readings
The Leper – poem by Brian Yapko at Society of Classical Poets.
Can a Story Change a Soul? – Annie Beth Donahue at Story Warren.
Sing, My Tongue, the Saviour’s Glory – poem by Venantius Fortunatus at Kingsom Poets (D.S. Martin).
Grief Can Be So Lonely – Tim Challies.
True Story: The Surprise Ending is Joy – Andrew Klavan at The New Jerusalem.
