by Steve Bell
It was a dark and stormy night… Actually, no. I don’t remember anything about the weather or the time of day. However, that first conversation was outside my tent and there was a Voice shaking the quiet. I stood there, looking for the speaker who called me by my former name, “Abram!” Was it a daydream, the voice of my long dead father shouting inside my head? Actually, no. Because the Voice made an appearance. I saw a Something a Someone really hard to explain, but He gave me a command wrapped in promises: Go. I will show. I will make You a blessing To all the peoples On Earth. So, I went at age 75 with Sarai my lovely wife. Moved everyone and everything to a strange land. I’m sure I sat down to second guess, to question to doubt to analyze, maybe negotiate for better terms. Actually, no. Faith is quite illogical, especially when you have a life many men would envy And a Voice tells you, A man without children, A great nation will be birthed and you will be remembered, As the friend of God.
Steve Bell is a Christian poet who lives in Colorado with his wife Gina. He writes poetry for both children and adults and works part-time in youth development for the YMCA.