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Eliezer’s Story Continued
(This story is based on Genesis 15:2, and chapter 24.)
My colleague and I sat in business class on our flight from Jakarta, Indonesia, to LAX. There we would transfer to a flight that would take us to the State of Georgia. Finally, I had a little time to reflect on my unusual assignment. Once my contract had been signed, Abe was in a rush for us to began our search for Isaac’s bride-to-be. He wanted Isaac to be well-established in his marriage before passing on the leadership of his oil empire to him. Abe was already well past retirement age.
While I had always respected Abe’s beliefs about God, I had never been open to his explanation of the importance of faith in Christ. I had my own beliefs, and I was satisfied with them. They had been good enough for my ancestors, and they were good enough for me. Now, however, faced with this hugely important and difficult assignment, I bowed my head: “God of Abraham, help me find your choice for a wife for Isaac. I can not complete this assignment without your help.”
In a few hours, my colleague and I found ourselves in front of a small airport terminal in the Deep South. Standing in the hot summer sun, we were becoming very uncomfortable in our dark business suits, when a new-model pickup pulled up across the street. An attractive young woman began handing out water to some migrant workers on their afternoon break. She smiled warmly at each worker as she handed a bottle to him. Then she noticed us standing across the street. “Name’s Becky. Need a drink? The water is cold.”
Gratefully, we crossed the street and soon found ourselves in her pickup on the way to her Dad’s home. “These are workers from my Dad’s fields. God has blessed him with the ability to grow produce for a big grocery chain here in America! Now how about you two? Where are you guys from?’
“Jakarta, Indonesia,” I replied trying my best to use good English pronunciation. My boss was born here but he made his millions in the oil industry in my country. He sent us to make contact with his distant relatives still living in “The States.”
Becky squealed! “Do you guys speak Bahasa Indonesian? I am in my second year at the University. I’m on summer break from my degree in marketing with a minor in Bahasa Indonesian. I hope to go to your country some day and use my degrees while looking for opportunities to share my faith. But enough about me. Come on over to the house. I want you to meet the family. They will be eager to hear news of Great Great Uncle Abe.”
The breakthrough came about an hour later. We were seated around the dinner table. Laban, Becky’s brother, discussed Becky’s dream of going to Indonesia. “I don’t see how it would ever be possible. We can’t afford to send her. Her family just wants her to settle down and be a good housewife and mother and raise a good Christian family.”
I jumped to my feet. “Maybe she can do both.” I smiled broadly, hardly able to contain my excitement. “Let me explain the real reason I am here.” I explained Abe’s dream for his only son, Isaac. I opened the ring box and set it on the table in front of Becky.
The next few days were busy ones: a Skype call to Uncle Abe and, of course a lengthy call to Isaac, packing, an application to the University of Riyadh, and calls to Becky’s three best friends who would later fly to Jakarta to do some once-in-a-lifetime sightseeing and eventually become Becky’s bride’s maids.
Two weeks later, back in Jakarta, I stood with Abe in an elegant restaurant, glancing from time to time at Ike and Becky who were seated at a table graced with a red rose in a bud vase. “Wow,” I exclaimed, They can’t seem to get enough of each other. This is is the second date today. Isaac was so against this arrangement. Who says that arranged marriages can’t work?”
Abe managed a huge grin as he remembered his hours of intercession for his son and his son’s future bride. “Depends on who does the arranging. In this case all the arrangements were made by God. He doesn’t fail.”
“It will definitely be a marriage made in Heaven,” I commented. “Say, I would like to meet the God who set this up. When can you tell me more about Him.” I smiled at Abe as I acknowledged God’s help in the completion of my most difficult assignment.