His words are urgent, "Swear by the Lord, the God of heaven and earth, that you will not let my son marry one of these local Canaanite women…"
I have always given thanks to the Lord God for my good fortune of being a servant to a man I believe to be the most wonderful master on earth. And even though he has grown very old, and I not far behind him, I still enjoy and look forward to our private talks together. Maybe he chooses me because no one else is really interested anymore in what he has to say, or they are just too busy with their daily activities. No matter, because through our talks, my master has for some time, come to call me friend.
"Go instead to my homeland, to my relative and find a wife there for my son Isaac."
I know that this has been a concern of my master for quite some time now. But this request to find Isaac a wife? And he wants me to go back to his homeland, to his relative!
"But master, suppose I can't find a young woman who will travel so far from home?" I asked him.
"Macor, have I not told you a million times not to call me master, but call me Abraham? Our relationship goes much deeper than old servant to old master!" Abraham said in exasperation.
Both of us, with heads covered with white hair, looked at each other. Our eyes locked together in stubbornness.
What do I say to this man who, as my master, I have grown to care for and love as if he were my own brother? What answer do I give to this man of God, who has always treated me with respect, kindness and love, even though I was his servant? I couldn't ask for a better friend.
It's not so much a question of whether I am willing to go or not, but of how this whole plan may fall short and then destroy the only hope held by my dying master.
"Well, Macor, are you willing to do this one thing for me?" Abraham asked (though the master, he was quivering and holding his breath).
I am still reluctant because I cannot fathom coming back without a future wife for Isaac. I surely do not want my failure to be the weapon to pierce and destroy my master's heart. I am in anguish of what to do.
"Instead, may I take Isaac there to live among your relatives?" I ask hopeful.
"No!" he shouts, and his whole body shakes with force I did not realize he still possesses.
"Macor," he tells me, "take courage. The Lord, the God of heaven, who took me from my father's house and my native land, solemnly promised to give this land to my offspring. He will send his angel ahead of you, and he will see to it that you find a young woman there to be my son's wife. If she is unwilling to come back with you, then you are free from this oath. But under no circumstances are to you to take my son there!"
I reason that this might be my master's last request of me, and there is also the hope in the truth of what my master says. If anyone here on earth has any faith of what the Lord God has done and has promised yet to do, it is definitely my master.
It finally dawns on me. Even if I am willing to go for my master, more importantly, am I willing to go for my God?
Yes, I will go. I must go. I want to go. So, a solemn oath I take to go and to follow my master's instructions.
Now ready, with ten of my master's camels, many gifts and the best of everything my master owns, I say goodbye to everyone and acknowledge my master with a nod. As I go off into the distance, I pray, "O Lord, God of my master, give me success and show kindness to my master, Abraham. Help me to accomplish the purpose of my journey."
"I will be back soon…Abraham!" I yell back to my master.
Abraham smiles and says to himself, "I knew he would go!"
Scripture quotes used in whole or in part from Genesis 24:1-10 (New Living Translation)
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