Saturday, January 31, 2015

every story whispers his name

I got this book from the library to read to Leah.  Who knew what it would mean to me.  The subtitle is, "Every story whispers His name". This book starts with Creation and continues through to John writing the book of Revelation.  I'm only up to Elijah right now, but something has been getting to me.  Every.Story.Whispers his name.  Every Story.
 


  • The Tower of Babel: man couldn't reach Heaven so Heaven came down to man.
  • Abraham- His son carried wood on his back and climed a hill to become a sacrifice.  A ram died though, so Isaac didn't have to.  Later, another Son would climb a hill with wood on His back to become my sacrifice- dying so I don't have to.
  • Joseph: He left his father and was punished for something he didn't do, only to become a rescuer for his people. Jesus left His Father, was punished for something He didn't do and became a Rescuer for His people.
  • Leah: She didn't need to be beautiful for God to love her- she was beautiful because God loved her.  He gave her Judah- so she would end up with Jesus Himself in her family. The ugly becomes beautiful, the unwanted becomes valuable.
  • Moses: God rescued His people with the blood of lambs and then set them free.  Jesus would be that lamb that would rescue His people through His blood and truly set them free.
  • David- God told Samuel to go to Bethlehem and there he'd find the new king.  The new king was not what he was expecting- a young shelpherd.  Later, God would tell shepherd to go to Bethlehem and find the new King.  He was not what the world expected- a tiny baby. Their Rescuer and Redeemer.
What about my story?  Does my story whisper His name? Can I look at the chapters of my life and see that they point to the Promise.  Jesus, coming again, to make all things new? 

Yes.  It does.  My story whispers His name.  Every paragraph, every chapter.  'Til at the end of the book it will be chock full of Jesus.  Then?  It will start all over, the end becoming the beginning. 

The question is, do I see it?  Do I recognize Jesus in the bad and the ugly?  Do I see Him working in every detail of my life?

I need glasses to see things the way they really are. 

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