Sarah hummed to herself as she peeled potatoes for the evening meal. Abe would soon be back from inspecting his herd and she wanted the meal hot and ready for her beloved.
It was a beautiful evening; dusk crept up quietly into the pen of day and stole away the last vestiges of sunshine. Outside she could feel the wind restless and playful, tugging at the pegs of her tent and ruffling the coarse goat hair at its peak.
All was peaceful and quiet until she heard the joyous laughter of Ishmael playing hide and seek with his mother, Hagar. Like cheap pottery, the beauty of the fading day was shattered by the peals of merriment coming from those two. Jealousy and envy ripped at her core with the savagery of rampaging lions.
Ishmael usually reminded her of her inability to bear children. Abe had provided her with the best comforts in the land to minimize the pain of being childless. She stayed in the most luxurious jasmine scented tents, decorated with all manner of jewellery and furs. Her camels, Honey and Desert-flower were the finest in Canaan. She was pampered beyond belief; such was the love of her lord and master for her. He was her oasis and date palm in the harsh wilderness of life. Yet she would readily give away all she had to carry a child of her own. Her powerlessness to conceive made her feel like a failure, worthless. Sometimes, she even found it difficult to go for functions outside her home because she felt people snickered at her barrenness behind her. Her husband usually said she was paranoid, and her usual answer to him was that being not a woman, he would never even begin to understand the agony that comes with infertility.
The pain of being barren was a wildfire that had charred the forest of her normally evergreen soul. Her grief was so intense this evening that she slashed the lambskin cot she had been keeping for her child into shreds. She had painstakingly prepared the cot with lambskins dyed in different colours over months while imagining her son lying in it like he was floating on a rainbow. She was quite angry with herself for her incapacity and the fact that she harboured such wicked thoughts towards Ishmael and his mother but she was so weary of waiting. She had been expectant for more than twenty years. Now her best years were behind her!
What baffled her was that God had promised her a child and yet she was still barren while Hagar had taken in the first night she had slept with Abe. It was baffling, the servant girl was not covenanted hence did not have a relationship with El-Shaddai. Giving the girl to Abraham was a move that had come to haunt her every minute of every day but she loved her husband so much that she decided to make him happy with a child even if she could not bear one for him. Spent from her wrathful exertion, she crashed to the ground, heaving and sobbing. Through the open flap of her tent, stars winked at her mockingly (God had promised Abraham that his children would be more numerous than the stars). This made the heart broken woman lose her composure even further.
The fact that God had promised and was not making good on his word made her wrath bloom and fester. God had not met the terms of His contract. He had breached their agreement and failed her! There she was minding her own business when He came out of the clouds to promise her a son. Hope deferred makes the heart sick. With hot tears running from the spring of wild fire in her heart, she subpoenaed God. Sarah charged The Almighty to court.
God came. Sarah wearing a Judge’s robe took her seat. She was the Judge, jury and the Justice of this trial. Her grief, melancholy and anger held God bound behind the witness stand. He was a God who moved without restraint in an atmosphere of faith and joy.
Sarah brought out a calf’s cured hide with lettering, a diary where she kept all the times that God had spoken to her that He was going to give her a son.
Before the proceedings, God swore by Himself about the immutability of his counsel that can never lie. He also chose to defend Himself.
“Did you promise to do all these, give me a child,” Sarah asked, ranting with boiling over bitterness. The promises of God to her held out at arm’s length for God to see.
“I absolutely did!” said God.
“The evidence is overwhelmingly against you then, it seems your words rang false this particular time. You have been unfaithful to your words! YOU LIED TO ME!!! Are you guilty or not?”
“The verdict is yours to make, daughter,” God said gently.
The evidence in Sarah’s hands was overpoweringly not in God’s favour in any way. Beyond any reasonable doubt the evidence screamed that God was faithless!!
As Sarah looked into His eyes in which all the oceans of the world swam, against all logical proofs, she made her judgement!! She gazed at the lips from which truth was spawn and contrary to the mountainous proof stacked against Him, she did the incredible. Despite all the emotional turmoil going on within her, a war between the obvious and the unseen, the flesh and the spirit, she decided to believe again, to have faith in His promises. The verdict was senseless. She discharged and acquitted God! SHE JUDGED HIM FAITHFUL!!!
Peace beyond comprehension flooded her being following her judgment. Eventually, her faith was rewarded. At ninety, she did not have the physiological strength to conceive any seed and take in. Her menopausal state had shut down her reproductive machinery. However, God stepped in, the fact that she had judged Him faithful despite the substantiation that was against Him energized The Elohim. He woke up her reproductive system, breathed life into her hormones. He became her progesterone; His life sustained the seed within her womb. Her age became inconsequential. To The One who dwelt in the dimension of eternity, the ticking of Sarah’s biological clock became unimportant. In the realm of time, kairos prevailed over chronos. At delivery, He was her midwife and brought forth His promise; squealing, squalling and covered with blood….Sarah laughed and laughed…..
THROUGH FAITH ALSO SARAH HERSELF RECEIVED STRENGTH TO CONCEIVE SEED AND WAS DELIVERED OF A CHILD WHEN SHE WAS PAST AGE, BECAUSE SHE JUDGED HIM FAITHFUL WHO HAD PROMISED….(HEBREWS 11 VS. 11, KING JAMES VERSION)
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