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God’s secret Gift!

Golf? Try Something New

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I was informed my 2nd grand daughter is going to play golf for her high school. As far as I know she has never held a real golf club! Miniature club for sure. Wow – proof she is open and willing to take the risk to step into an unknown world and try something new. How many of us are frozen and have boxed ourselves into a small world in which we confine ourselves?

It’s like we can put God in a box and then think he will stay put! I have tried that and before I can close the lid God escapes. How many of us are really open to taking a risk and willing to take a step outside the box we find ourselves confined?

Want to find the limiting spiritual factor that confines us? Look into a mirror and then ask the only spirit that can save us from the image confined in the mirror – Help!!!. Help me overcome my fear!

Dear Snowflakes

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A father who loves his children knows that from time to time he must disciple his children. A child knows discipline is love. It takes real wisdom and courage to be a father. He knows he will upset the apple cart and possibly create a significant emotional event. But a wise father knows there are no short cuts if he wants his children to grow up to be able to use fully their god given talents and a critical thinking capacity.

In our modern world we have many old and young children who are being described as snow flakes. They are each uniquely beautiful and they even sparkle like a stars. Yet a wise father knows they are trapped and have greater potential yet. For they are created of a special kind of fluid with the potential to create new life. He knows tough they are beautiful as a snowflake they could remain remain frozen,inflexible and incapable of creating new life outside themselves. Snowflakes are locked into a selfie state and must die before they can create new life!

A wise father knows he must create a kind of fire that will melt a snowflake thereby restoring it to it’s natural fluid state. Water the wellspring of new life when the breath of God passes over. A father who loves his children knows the action required may necessarily create a significant emotional event for the snowflake. After all he must find a way to generate the necessary internal heat and then stand back having faith the God who created humanity works wonders in the midst of a fire.

White Privilege

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All the talk about white privilege has made me reflect and realize I am guilty of white privilege.  And I bet others who reflect upon this story might discover they may have black privilege, yellow privilege, brown privilege, or red privilege.  In the beginning, God created man and thus began human privilege – the gift of life created in the image of God.

My grandfather ran a small grocery store in the front of his home – in little Belgium Town USA (Mishawaka, Indiana).  He and my grandma were immigrants through Ellis Island before 1900 as children under the age of six.  During World War II he and my grandma supported local families so the less fortunate had food to eat. White privilege started before I was born. When the war was over and the main chain stores sprang up his community no longer supported his store and many never paid him back – he didn’t get a bailout and yet managed to survive and build my white privilege.

My mother’s brother, Uncle Butch served in the Army during World War II. He was a tank driver and three of his tanks were destroyed and in each case his partner was killed. Uncle Butch wasn’t satisfied with his 3 purple hearts and white privilege, so he asked for a transfer behind enemy lines to do reconnaissance. My uncle Butch was there when they freed the prisoners from the NAZI War camps. Now that’s white privilege.

My mother’s family has Angel Saxon ancestry and they gave the world the concept of “Self Governance” which our founding fathers used to establish the greatest nation on earth. Wow more white privilege.

My dad worked for Studebaker’s for 24 years. Studebakers moved to Canada and my dad lost his job and 24 years of paying into his pension. He found himself with hard choices. He received no government assistance.

As a boy I got a paper route and delivered papers every day. Sunday’s paper was so big I had to use my wagon so I could pull those papers around as I delivered them early in the morning on Sunday’s. My dad taught to me save some of what I earned. Thanks dad for the white privilege. Yea I had to collect .35 cents a week and pay for the papers myself. What was left over was may pay. $5 – $7 bucks a week and I learned a lot of lessons from that paper route. Another example of white privilege. Imagine pulling a wagon in a foot of snow – wheres my sled?.

When it came time for me to go to college my father was still struggling in his new occupation and my mom had to go to work. Thank God I had saved from my paper route. I paid for my own college education. White privilege thank you.

During the early days of the HIV/AIDS crises I traveled weekly to the bowls of Atlanta to assist with feeding card carrying AIDS victims. 90+% of them were men and most were gay. They were more afraid of me that I was them which I didn’t understand at first. I was healthy and their immune system was not. A small cold was nothing for me but could cost them their life. I learned more during those days than I wanted. But now I know God was preparing me for today’s world of tolerance. Yes it was the white privilege I got from my family that took me there.

What I didn’t realize during my visits to the bowls of Atlanta is that I was listening to what scripture calls the groans that come from the earth crying out for completion.  The foundation was being laid for the march to seek the acceptance of gay marriage.  People who loved one another were seeking the spousal rights to make decisions regarding health care and property inheritance.  With great sadness a new groan is growing and coming forth from children who instinctively know they are supposed to have a mother (female) and father (male) who love them.  An increasing number of children are being left out of the marriage issue at an alarming rate.  The created one flesh plan for the well being of children is being sacrificed at an altar of a pagan gods ideal of compassion for those who cannot create children.

My dad got Parkinson’s in the last years of his life. I think God wanted me to taste helplessness and teach me more about the sacredness of life. My dad went 11 days without eating and then on the 11th day wanted to know if I was hungry! My dad died penny-less – yes I come from white privilege. I think God wanted me to be able to see that even when one is stripped of every human dignity they cannot be stripped of the spirit God gives each child the moment we are conceived.

Today I go to a State Prison. It is full of young men who have not experienced the white privilege my family and life gave me. I ask myself why are all these men of color coming to listen to an old white man who speaks about the power of hope that lives and exists within the spirit God which was placed in them before they were born? Many young angry men who can not articulate the are angry because they have been abandoned by a society which has turned it’s back on traditional marriage.  Yet me and my white privilege were sent to prison to teach things are hopeless even behind bars.  Angry young men without fathers can come to understand they have the potential to become fathers to those who will surely follow them into prison and give them hope as well.  That’s what the gift of life (white, black, brown, yellow, red)  privilege has taught me.

Do You See What I See?

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4th Sunday of Advent December 23, 2012

Micah was the last of the four prophets of the 8th century BCE.  He was called to address the people during dark times.  Times were bad, very bad.  The people had been led into captivity and slavery.  The future looked bleak, and hope seemed to have vanished.  The People were distressed and questioning.  They are surrounded by signs of darkness and loss.

Sound like today?  20 little lambs and six shepherds lay out in a field.  What do we want most for Christmas?

Danger on all Sides:

Danger surrounded them on all sides.  The Assyrian’s armies of Tiglathpilser III had conquered Damascus and Samaria.  Sennacherib was occupying part of coastal region and menacing Moresheth.   Micah knew the people had long ago chosen to reject God.  For not only was the threat external but the prophets, priests and judges had long been accepting bribes.

Wickedness of Leaders:

Micah witnessed the wickedness of leaders political and spiritual.  Princes and merchants were cheating and robbing the poor and humble, esp. women and children.   Priests, prophets and leaders were adapting words to create images the people wanted to hear.   Their leaders mislead the people to swap what was evil for good.  The Lord must have looked away and abandoned them to their plight.

Families Attacked and Separated:

Poor little suffering small inconsequential town.  Taken into captivity, families separated, children from parents, parents from grandparents, spouse from spouses.  No one to speak about their heart ache and pain.  Was there nowhere to turn?

Micah was thrust into the stark reality that dreams and images of hope had been shattered and darkness had closed in from all sides.

An ancient story, a promise of hope that buried in his heart leaped into Micah’s mouth and ever so gently escaped into the dark night air.

Do You See What I See?

Said the night wind – to the little lamb:  Do you see what I see?
‘Way up in the sky, – little lamb,

Do you see what I see?  A star, a star Dancing in the night,
|: With a tail as big as a kite. 😐

Bethlehem, Ephrathah the city of David.  Too small to among the clans of Judah, from you shall come for me the ruler, origin of old, from ancient times. The Promise of Hope!

The message of a Promised King.

When the virgin gives birth and He shall stand firm and shepherd, with that shall reach to the ends of the earth, shall be peace.

Said the little lamb to the – shepherd boy:  Do you hear what I hear?
Ringing thru the sky, – shepherd boy, Do you hear what I hear?
A song, a song High above the tree, |: With a voice as big as the sea. 😐

Times were bad. Danger not only external but prophets, priests and judges were accepting bribes. Micah is preoccupied with the wickedness of leaders, political and spiritual.  While princes and merchants cheat and rob the poor and humble, esp. women and children.   Priests and prophets adapt their words to please their audience.   The leaders mistake evil for good.   Dreams shattered all about as the darkness of night closes in from all sides.  Nowhere to turn.  Unable to procreate.

True prophecy is rejected, and sacrifices are emptied of their relationship to God.  The Lord must look away and abandon them to their plight.  However, a message of Hope in the middle.  A remnant.

Bethlehem, Ephrathah the city of David.  Too small to among the clans of Judah, from you shall come for me the ruler, origin of old, from ancient times.

Hebrews Bethlehem, Ephrathah the city of David.  Too small to be among the clans of Judah, from you shall come for me the ruler, origin of old, from ancient times.

The Child, the Child, – sleeping in the night
He will bring us – goodness and light He will bring us – goodness and light

Proclaim the Image of the High Ground then Stoop to the Underground

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Civility = Listen Listen Listen

Recognize modern man is using technology to bombard folks with the “IMAGES OF” in hopes most folks will be fooled into believing the image is more real than the truth!  This truth is ancient – “Do what I say” and but please please don’t pay attention to my head fake, what I mean or what I do!

An open discerning heart will listen both human and spiritual ears and the door to the heart of the image will be opened to the light of truth!  Be observant of what is said!   The truth is reveled by comparing the images projected against what is said one day and how it matches up with the image projected!  An open heart will soon learn the true character of the speaker and the image projected!

One unwilling or unable to observe will soon find themselves fooled by a false image of truth which serves to camouflage lie that serve to advance an agenda that otherwise could not stand the light day.  Soon such a fool with happily embrace the shackles and chains  of slavery without a whimper.

The USA is on it’s way to bondage and slavery unaware selfishness is the impediment and stumbling block that serves as a sleeping pill!

Wake up America the Land of the Brave and the Free.  Bravery and Freedom require an observent and listening people who are on guard against images of deceptions and lies that promise hope when in actuality are shackles and chains to the soul of true liberty and justice!

The Vine and the Vine Grower – 5th Sunday of Easter

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5th Sunday of Easter May 7, 2012

I just love when a scripture reading begins with the word Children.  It reminds me that no matter the number of birthdays we are all still children at heart when it comes to faith.  Today’s scripture has a double impact today because this is the 5th Sunday of Easter and the last day of religious education for our children.  Yea summer is almost upon us and we can play!

So children, moved by the spirit of survival and renewed life (speaker had open heart surgery in October) the good Lord gave to me a vine story to tell!  In fact it’s a story you can tell your parents.  Children, let us begin with love not in word or speech but in deed and truth.  Does that mean walk the talk?

This past January I planted two bare root grape vines 2/3 of the way down a hill not far from my lake on the other side of the lake from my cabin.  I choose that location because I could watch it, the hill gets lots of sun and is close to water.

But the good lord gave me more motivation to choose that spot.  The year before, I encountered total failure when I planted on the top of the same hill.  That year the first two vines flourished in the spring because of regular rain.  I was a happy boy until the reality of summer, the selection of the location and the unwillingness of the vine grower to follow through by walking the talk.  Both vines dried up and died.

So did I say we all have a vine grower job to do for our children and grand children?  This summer and who is going to watch over them?  Children today have so many more temptations and risky behaviors bombarding them than I ever had as a child.  When I was a kid we went out to play until dark!  Today kids play on a multiple technology devices and can be absorbed into cyber space and never encounter a real human person.

Back to the vine story.  One could say since the vine grower knew better the vine grower either lacked sufficient awareness or ignored his conscience.   The vine grower’s job is to assure those plants received supplemental water when they were most vulnerable.  One could say I wasn’t receptive to the deeds and needs of the vines for life giving water.

So here I am a little old vine grower.  Well I can’t say I am a success yet, but I did locate the vines near the lake so I can more easily transport water to them.  Recently on alternating days I delivered a cool satisfying drink of water.  I was rewarded with an outburst of beautiful leaves.  Wow, I was so excited I began dreaming of seedless red and green grapes.

Now what is this story about vines – the relationship essential to a healthy vine or the healthy relationship between the trinity and God’s people?

Well mother nature had more to teach this old man.  Last week a day after celebrating the abundance of new growth and leaves I discovered almost all of the leaves had mysteriously disappeared overnight.  The mother nature took the old vine grower out to the reality woodshed and left rabbit tracks to remind the vine grower there are other hungry creatures around.

Could be there are many worldly rabbits out there eagerly waiting to feast upon our green children?  Anyone with me?

In Jesus time, people were far more aware and observant of mother nature and all her works.  The reason is simple, their ability to sustain the viability of the life of their community hung in the balance.

So let’s see if we can see what the people of Jesus time already knew as He spoke.   Jesus was pouring out the spirit of life hidden to most modern day ears.  The deeds of love which net one Eternal salvation hang in the balance of the story.

Jesus said to his disciples: “I am the true vine, and my Father is the vine grower.  .  He takes away every branch in me that does not bear fruit, and every one that does he prunes so that it bears more fruit.

The people of Jesus time automatically understood the unseen.  The vine cannot exist without roots.  The roots must be hidden and buried in the earth.  The earth must receive both the warmth of the sun and rain to release the nutrients buried in the earth to create new life in the vine.  Within the vine sap is created which flows throughout the vine and serves as the vehicle to deliver life sustaining water and nutrients to the vine, branches, leaves and fruit to sustain plant growth.

The vine grower is ever observant.  When the vine grower notices braches not producing he prunes them, leaves them to dry and burns them to create nutrients.   The ashes are returned to the earth and serve as fertilizer which encourages more abundant growth of fruit.

Nothing is lost or wasted.  Every person has a purpose which can be used to renew life!  Good results in beautiful fruit and bad serves as fertilizer to grow more fruit!

The world actively seeks to destroy the vine and rip its roots out of the earth.  The world seeks to own our children and our families and only faith stands in its path.

In the 2nd reading from 1 John we hear, how we shall know that we belong to the truth.  The scholars cannot agree of the meaning the word associated with our hearts condemn.

We humans by nature all have that little voice that only we can hear.  I am a sap, a failure, not worthy, not qualified, a sinner, am afraid, shy, or lack courage.  The automatic judging and condemnation of ourselves is swift and often discourages us from reaching out beyond ourselves and taking the human risk to express love in deed!  Many of us judge harshly.  Then there are those who are always innocent – nothing should be condemned and an inability to face truthfulness is a stumbling block.  No matter the reason, our little voice can prevent love from penetrating our hearts!

Our heart is the place within our souls where we make decisions.  It is the place we choose good and/or evil.  It is the place that triggers deeds or hold them bound.

Today’s story offers hope.  From the sap (Jesus the vine & the sap = Holy Spirit) flowing through the vine out to the branches comes hope.  God is greater than our hearts and knows everything.  God can turn our sins and mistakes into food for new life if we ask believing in the name of Jesus Christ.  God’s spirit will penetrate the place where we make our most intimate decisions that flow like life sustaining sap from the heart of Jesus Himself out to the people we meet.

Beloved, if our hearts do not condemn us, we have confidence in God and receive from him whatever we ask, because we keep his commandments and do what pleases him.  Do not be afraid to ask in the name of Jesus.  Believe in the name of his Son, Jesus Christ, and love one another just as he commanded us.

Emotions or Logic – Which is America Operating On?

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Emotions – The Creation of the Perfect Storm

Let see the National Debt has now exceeded the Gross national Product – meaning – if every cent make from production & prophet in America were applied to the National Debt it could not be paid off in one year!

No Problem no one has any intentions of paying off our debt!

If every cent made by those ambiguously defined as rich and corporations were confiscated by the government the National Budget would not and could not be balanced this year!

No Problem!

So lets be fair by everyone contributing their fair share.  But almost 50% pay nothing and we can’t change that.  What was that logic again?

No Problem!

Oh and by the way there exist an empty safe / file cabinet in Washington D.C. that contains $$ paid into the Social Security System.  And since I paid in the government owes me – so pay up!

No Problem!

Proof exists the Social Security and medicare System’s are “Ponsi Schemes”.  But it’s the government running the scheme so it’s OK!

No Problem!

There is a “War on Women”!  Sure there is – it has to be true because we have all seen the Women’s Right movement say so while remaining silent as the media is attacking in an effort to destroy women whose opinions differ!

No Problem, women are grown ups too!  How dare they put children first and then speak up publicly!

The unborn – they can’t speak – they have no rights and besides one day those who manage to live will make excellent candidates we can hand our debt too!  We will love to present them with such a magnificent gift!

Could you just try and remember it’s about my “Rights”

Gay Marriage is just like a marriage between a man and a woman!  What was that about children?  Children – come on it’s about my rights stupid!

No problem!

We the people who operate on emotions have decided it’s the children and the unborn who should be held responsible for the debt we create.  After all they don’t speak up for themselves and no right minded politician would ever risk their political position and power for someone unwilling and unable to speak for themselves.

Yep – we have decided taxation and debt without representation allows we the mature to support all our various self created “Rights” and there is no such thing as a creator who may one day hold us individually “Responsible”

Dam it, your not supposed to use that word – don’t you know we simply do not refer to that “R” word – we have decided we will not be held “responsible”.  Is that clear!

 

Intellectual Devastation <-> One Great Gift

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When I was in sixth grade I had Sister Augustine (maybe not her name cause I’m getting old).  Sister Augustine was an older nun – remembering I was just a boy and 30 year old people were old.

Sister Augustine put me the 3rd group for reading.  Every afternoon the few in the 3rd group would be required to read a “3rd” grade reader aloud.  Well this blew me away.  I was embarrassed, self conscientious which didn’t help me focus one bit on reading.

At the end of sixth grade Sister Augustine recommended I go to summer school and successfully pass it to advance to the seventh grade.

My self esteem intellectually was shot.  It was rumored Sister Augustine was going to be the seventh grade teacher the next year.  With that news I was determined I would play Hooke from Catholic School and self enroll in the local Junior High.  Don’t ask me how I thought I would get away with that with my parents but rest assure I was determined not to have Sister Augustine as a teacher ever again in my life.

Why Catholic’s Shouldn’t Read the Bible

After reading in the afternoon Sister Augustine taught class on the history of heresies in the Catholic Church.  During that period of history the people of the church were uneducated and some very ignorant.  As such folks in those days were easily persuaded to believe many heresies being propagated at the time.  Sister Augustine told us because of such heresies only scholars should interpret scripture from which a young immature sixth grade boy with low intellectual self esteem would conclude – he should ever read scripture because one who can hardly read a 3rd grade reader will never be a scholar.  Hence I came to believe I should not read the bible!

 Forgiveness – How Long Does It take

Years later when I was in my early 30’s, I found myself working at the Chicago O’Hare Air Traffic Control Tower, the world’s busiest.  Somewhere along the line I began to suspect I must not be the intellectual dummy I had concluded and accepted I was.  As I found myself solving problems no one else in the country was able a light began to go on.  Maybe, just maybe, this boy had a brain!

How Long Does it Take?

A trip to Cleveland Ohio and an encounter with Fr. Cullen who opened the doorway to my heart.  St. Ladislaus Catholic Church, Westlake, Ohio, the home of my calling! God loves you just exactly like you are was the message!  B___ S___! was my inner response.  But with that response bubbled up a thirst and a search for an answer was triggered.   The search took me down memory lane to remember and relive the life of a  boy too immature and lacking in knowledge to know how to respond to the woundedness of the soul.  The wounds we opened afresh and the anger was still there!

Still Not Ready – A Trip to Miami

By now I knew I was being called but to what I wasn’t sure.  Certainly I could not articulate this call.  To St. Louis Parish in Perrine, Florida and Fr. Russel.  Now Fr. Russel was a thespian in college, you know an actor.  At the first Mass I attended at St. Louis Parish, Fr. Russel raised his voice. lowered his voice to a whisper.  But when he raised arms high above his head my back was pressed against the pew and I immediately reached for the booklet in the pew to verify I was in a real Catholic Church.

You see, the good Lord knew the young boy living itself the man needed some serious stretching if he was to answer the call to which he could not yet articulate.

What Another Move

Miami was a stretch stop preparing the boy to grasp and discern the call he did not yet understand.  It was on to Atlanta, Georgia and St. Philip Benizi and the formation of a mission church which held Mass in a local school cafeteria.  It was there the boy finally came to understand the call and applied to become a Permanent Deacon.

But the Holy Spirit knew the angry boy was still trapped inside the man.  How to get him out?  Fr. Beltran was the priest sent by the Archbishop of Atlanta to build the church and the Parish of St. Gabriel.  Now Fr. Beltran taught some of the RCIA (adult education) classes and the boy attended.  During one such class Fr. Beltran was asked why the catholic Church taught it’s people shouldn’t read the Bible.  Well Fr. Beltran went on and on about how the Catholic Church has never taught it’s people they should not read scripture.  The boy said to himself how could I be so sure they did and Fr. Beltran sure they didn’t.  Well for sure Fr. Beltran never knew Sister Augustine!

The Forgiveness Door Finally Opens

When the new deacon finally began to preach, the woundedness of the boy living inside began to pour out as living water on a people thirsting for truth and hope.  The boy finally understood the lesson of Sister Augustine – the woundedness of the boy was serving as a forgiveness bridge over which the love Fr. Cullen taught could travel to the heart of God’s people exactly like they were without condition while the raising and lowering ones voice and held captive the sacred gathering of people.

Suffering — the Doorway to Truth

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Is there anyone who came to teach people that suffering has meaning and a purpose?

We should do all we can to avoid and prevent suffering – right?  There is nothing to be gained through suffering?  No one should ever have to suffer right?

Are there any lessons to be learned when one suffers?  Does suffering lead one to seek the cause of the suffering.  Can suffering be self inflicted.

Do we not have a free will to choose in every situation?  Could Free Will be a gift of Love?  Could that gift of Love be the necessary teacher of the consequences of free will choices?  Could that gift of love actually be digested discerned by humans through suffering.  Could the avoidance or intervention and prevention of suffering actually be an act of leading one into spiritual  captivity, bondage and slavery from which one increasingly is unable to escape?

What is the Cost and Consequences of Free Will

Have we humans been granted an unconditional gift of free will?  And with free will do we get to choose the consequences of our actions?  When we ignore the warnings and advice of those who know us best and love us the most do we open ourselves to the risk of failure and self inflicted wounds?  Do we sometimes follow those who mislead us with none living images, idols and in the long run treat us as receptive fools lacking wisdom, knowledge and the courage to seek and discern the truth?

Could suffering actually be a building block gift which opens our minds to the “Good” and the “Bad” of free will choices?

Suffering in my life lead me to pray for an openness of mind and soul to identify what caused my suffering.  Suffering lead me to develop an unquenchable thirst for the truth though I did not recognize it often for days, weeks and yes even years.  Suffering gave me a unique spiritual scale to balance joy and sadness and lead me to recognize and understand the most power gifts and talents I have.  From my suffering came my most prized and treasured success’s.

Suffering always leads me back to the one who came to earth to teach the most basic and powerful blessings of suffering.  We refer to that teacher as the one who shows us how to serve, cuts through the smoke to the truth, shows us the way to live and the way to encounter heaven on earth and prepare for the heaven perfected yet to come – known as the “Already and the Not Yet”!

 

The Concept of the 1st Born Son

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I am still being driven to analyze the idea of the 1st born son as it is used in scripture.  This makes me think hard enough my brain hurts.

The Holy Bible & Scripture use ideas that were held sacred by humanity in the days the scripture was written to communicate God’s message to humanity.

As such scripture communicates in parallel both a spiritual and human values which are treasured as sacred truths.

Abraham already had a son but wasn’t satisfied that he had not had a son with his wife.

We should know, without a doubt in those times the mother of a child always knew she was the biological mother of the children born to her.   But Abram, as his name was at the time, was a no mad who wondered from place to place and did not have a permanent home.  Another part of the story was this longing for a place to call home – the “Promised Land”

What brought Abram greater assurance that a child born to Sarah would be his child are there for us to evaluate.  Sarah was old and baron.  She had never had a previous child.   Chances are good Sarah was not the woman in Abram’s clan that other males would have desired or sought after.

The spiritual message should also be clear, nothing is impossible for God and those who place their faith in Him.  From Abram and Sarah would come a nation more numerous than all the stars.

The concept of the 1st born son was and still is a treasure for humanity and men in particular.  Just ask any potential father.  Does he want a son or a daughter?  It almost always a son, yet more often it is the daughter who captures his heart.

For a male versus a female, the father wants assurance the child is from his seed!  Although men may not think about it today, the man wants assurance his DNA will live on.

The spirit of the message of God lies hidden in the story.  God sends his Son.  A Son who unquestionably is of the father spirit / DNA.  This Son is sent into the world to testify to the Word of God, the Truth.  This Son is willing to die so that the fullness of Truth can be reborn in the human heart through the forgiveness of sins.

Jesus the first born son came into the world to birth a baby!  The church is referred to as mother because she is the authentic mother of the child.

The Father of the church is also always the Father as the one who implants the soul in every child.

The question is, who will the child lay claim to as the Father?

A First Born Child who is interested in the inheritance will lay clai9m to the Father who has ownership of the “Promised Land”.

To be continued …..