The story of Abram is a vividly detailed picture of the story of faith. It is a journey riveted with potholes, but leading from Abram, the would-be father, to Abraham, the father of a nation and of the Christian faith. Neither picture nor journey is static, but frame upon frame, it relates a tale which is quite like our own.
I see myself sitting with Abram in his tent (see Genesis 15). He is in such a dwelling place with the flap of his tent down. In the imagery of this chapter of Genesis, I can feel his darkness. He is shrouded in gloom; his murky place is thick and heavy with despair. Its pollution squeezes his lungs spiritually as much as any stench could possibly foul the air of a nomad’s dwelling. This is his universe; his life is an utter failure; the dark depression of this tent is a mirror of his dreams and aspirations. We can feel his experience, and it awakens within us, similar emotions of the low places of our life.
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