Tuesday 1-5-16 (The Askew’s Ranch, Boring,
Oregon)
Scripture reading for today: Gen 12
- 14 Luke 5
S=Scripture O=Observation
A=Application P=Prayer SOAP for the soul.
S. Gen 11:31-32 And Terah took his son Abram and his grandson Lot, the
son of Haran, and his daughter-in-law Sarai, his son Abram's wife, and they
went out with them from Ur of the Chaldeans to go to the land of Canaan; and
they came to Haran and dwelt there. NKJV
O. Terah,
Abram’s father was no ordinary man. Something prompted him to seek new
horizons. Perhaps hundreds of his relatives would stay behind in the land
of Ur where they knew the land and people. He was stepping out into the
unknown. They moved to Haran. A short time later God would speak to
Abram, “Go west, young man!” And with the same adventurous spirit of his
father, Abram took his wife and belongings and stepped into unknown territory...
based only on the call of God.
A. “Go west, young man!”
became the call to adventure and a new life in the early 1800s. Only the
most adventurous would dare to face the lethal dangers of the unknown and leave
their relatives behind. My grandfathers on both sides were Christian men
that with courageous spirit left comfort and security behind to go west
stepping into the unknown... hoping to leave a richer inheritance to their
children and grandchildren. I guess some of us inherited their spirit.
It was in our blood. Even as young teens we would go to any extreme to
reach the edge of the world just to peek over.* When God called me to
Argentina it was not frightening. With God we would step into His
adventure. I have never recovered from that disease. I’m packing up
to go again.
P. Lord, You had set me
up. You had prepared my heart. Early on I had learned the sound of
Your voice. You called and once I had proved that it was really You and
not just my enthusiasm, I was ready to go. It was “Go south, young
man! Way south, to Argentina!” And every day became adventure much
like Abram. You promised never to leave or forsake me. Once more I
am counting on You as I prepare to step out again at 84 years of age.
Amen.
Ralph
*Below is a poem I wrote many years ago just for fun:
Don’t
Get Too Close to the edge of the World
By Ralph
Hiatt
Don’t get
too close to the edge of the world.
There’s
sure to be danger out there.
There’s
danger of slippin’ or of your lid flippin’
It’ll get
you when you’re unaware.
If you take
your walks near the edge of the world
You’ll be
tempted to look, but don’t try.
There’s
probably ice in the heat of the summer
And rain
with no cloud in the sky.
They say
some folk LIVE near the edge of the world.
It’s the
place they like the best.
They sleep
in the clover with their feet hangin’ over.
That’s how
they get their rest.
But don’t
YOU hang out near the edge of the world.
It’s
damaging to the brain.
Poor Uncle
Nook took only one look.
They say
he’ll never be the same.
It’s
dangerous out there near the edge of the world.
As
dangerous as it can be!
Your feet
could slip! You could lose your grip!
More
dangerous is what you might SEE!
Who knows
what’s above or beyond or down under?
Surely
creatures big and small;
Wigglies,
squigglies, woggles and boggles...
Or worse,
maybe nothing at all!
Don’t you
DARE go out to the edge of the world.
But then,
of course, if you do...
Take along
a good anchor, a cable and cranker
And a hole
driller that’s brand new.
If you
should sneak out by the edge of the world
Be sure to
go well prepared.
Take a pole
and some tackle and dress all ram-shackle
If not,
your sure to get snared.
Don’t try
to play games near the edge of the world.
It’s safer
to read a book.
That
feelin’of goin’, but not truly knowin’
Might tempt
you to take a look.
I’ve had it
with you hanging out near the edge,
In spite of
all I say.
I’m coming
right quick to take the first peek.
Step
aside! Get out of my way!
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