One Sunday morning at church, a man approached me and introduced himself. His name was Ray. After we had chatted for a few minutes, Ray, who seemed like a very godly man, said the Lord had impressed him to ask me for help. He needed to borrow $32,500 for one week. He offered to give me a post-dated check, which I was to deposit at the specified time. Wanting to help a brother in need and not taking time to pray about it, I agreed to help him.
Abram was living in Ur of the Chaldeans when God called him forth. Shortly after his very first conversation with the Creator, his father gathered the family together—Abram, Sarai, and Lot, his grandson—and started out for Canaan. When they reached Haran, however, the family settled. Sometime after his father’s death, Abram gathered his family and crossed the Euphrates River, making their way down to Canaan.
I was sitting on my back steps one day when I finally reached the end of my rope. Dropping my head into my hands, I prayed, “God, my life is in Your hands. I surrender to You. If You want me to go, I’ll go. If You want me to stay, I’ll stay. I want only to be in Your will.
Unity and harmony were non-existent in my childhood home. Neither my parents nor my siblings dwelt “together in unity.” Not until I later began to study the Word of God did I realize just how important these words are. Psalm 133 paints a beautiful picture of unity in the anointing of Aaron, the high priest, brother of Moses. The Scripture describes it being poured over Aaron’s head, flowing sweetly and smoothly, fragrantly down his face, through his beard, all the way to the hem of his priestly garments.