Sarah Dies
Gen 22:15 – 23:8
Abraham was a nomad. A wondering Aramean.
Nomads don’t have burial sites. I remember visiting an excavated burial pit in Arabia once. Thousands of years old. It was a round hole about 3 feet in diameter and 5 feet deep. The grave was for a man. His bones, once his body, was curled in the fetal position to fit within the circular confines of the hole. All of his personal possessions dropped on top of his body. Tools, identification, clothes. Covered over. Never revisited. It’s re-emergence the chance discovery of an excavator at a construction site.
Abraham wanted something more. He and Sarah had seen a lot together. They had followed God together. They had trusted God in his promises. Neither was perfect. Both had scars.
He wanted a permanent place for his beloved in the land of their sojourn. A memorial. It is no small thing.
