For those of you who follow, this week we are in holiday mode. The posts are minimal, Bible and some poetry.
You should not be spending time in cyberspace, but on your knees praying: on your feet helping, and on your bum feasting. This is the season of Christmas.
The incarnation was a miracle, but it was not the first such. Isaac was a complete miracle, and Hagar, Sarai’s handmaiden, the model for Margaret Atwood’s dystopia. God rejected that model. He had one better.
15 Then God said to Abraham, “As for Sarai your wife, you shall not call her name Sarai, but Sarah shall be her name. 16 I will bless her, and indeed I will give you a son by her. Then I will bless her, and she shall be a mother of nations; kings of peoples will come from her.” 17 Then Abraham fell on his face and laughed, and said in his heart, “Will a child be born to a man one hundred years old? And will Sarah, who is ninety years old, bear a child?” 18 And Abraham said to God, “Oh that Ishmael might live before You!” 19 But God said, “No, but Sarah your wife will bear you a son, and you shall call his name Isaac; and I will establish My covenant with him for an everlasting covenant for his descendants after him. 20 As for Ishmael, I have heard you; behold, I will bless him, and will make him fruitful and will multiply him exceedingly. He shall become the father of twelve princes, and I will make him a great nation. 21 But My covenant I will establish with Isaac, whom Sarah will bear to you at this season next year.” 22 When He finished talking with him, God went up from Abraham.