So, my journey has brought me to the story of Abraham and Isaac. And, oh, what a story it is!
Concerning stories in the Bible, this is one of the biggies. Most every church-attending kid knows how Abraham took his son up a mountain as an offering but was saved by an angel and a lamb.
And that's just about where I was at. After years attending a Christian school, a lifetime of church, and a few years at Christian college — I had the basics.
That is not a condemnation of my educators, but rather my intake. So, this slower, more intentional walk through the Bible is opening up some interesting things for me.
The story begins with God telling Abraham to take Isaac to the land of Moriah — a name that is only mentioned twice in the entirety of the Bible.
Then God said, ‘Take your son, your only son, whom you love – Isaac – and go to the region of Moriah. Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering on a mountain that I will show you.’
Then Solomon began to build the temple of the Lord in Jerusalem on Mount Moriah, where the Lord had appeared to his father David. It was on the threshing-floor of Araunah the Jebusite, the place provided by David.
2 Chronicles 3:1
Many commentators say that Isaac was a type of Christ. A type is a symbol of something in the future, as an Old Testament event serving as a prefiguration of a New Testament event.
And then there were the parallels between Isaac and Christ (there are MANY more than are listed here):
I wrote the first verse of this poem and sat on it for a day or so — not knowing where it was going. It was untitled at first and I was really at a loss as to its direction. I sat down at my computer around 10p one night and started banging away until it was essentially done around 1a. (When I tell people that I feel I am using God's gift with my writing, it isn't like I sit down and simply take dictation.)
One of the problems (I thought I had) was Abraham's 3-syllable name. If he had still been named "Abram", then the poem might have taken a totally different direction. I had similar quandaries when writing my poems concerning Sim-e-on and Jon-a-than. A 3-syllabled name just throws my timing off.
Halfway through writing this, I finally realized the title of the poem was right there in verse 14, as well as what I needed for the final stanza. And suddenly, the poem was done. And the way the final line aligns with the first verse makes it seem like the whole thing was planned.
But it wasn't.
At least, not on my part.
The Lord will Provide
Father, tell me, where's the lamb?
The flame and wood have been supplied.
Issac, answered Abraham,
the lamb will God himself provide.
Abba! Father! Take this cup,
I'm begging, as your only son;
but if I must — I lift it up,
not my will but your will be done.
Abraham! an angel called,
Stop, Abraham! Release your knife!
For now I know you fear your God
by sparing not your own son's life.
My God, My God, in grief he cries,
Why have you forsaken me?
It is finished! Jesus dies:
the Lamb of God on Calvary.
Isaac left with Abraham,
returning down the mountainside;
behind them lay the smoking ram
the Lord had chosen to provide.
So Abraham called that place The Lord Will Provide. And to this day it is said, “On the mountain of the Lord it will be provided.”