Something caught my eye yesterday when reading the passage of the story on the mountain.
“Then Abraham returned to his servants, and they set off together for Beersheba. And Abraham stayed in Beersheba.” (Genesis 22 v 19)
Looking over the whole story again. The father and son leave the servants at the bottom of the mountain, carrying the wood for the altar. The son asks his father where the lamb is for the sacrifice, the faith needed for building that altar, no ram in sight, the son is bound to the altar, and the knife is raised. God stepping in, the dialogue with heaven, and the provision of the ram. It is all quite intense.
Then they walk down the mountain, and we don’t read of any conversation between the two. They return to the servants, they go home, and Abraham stays there.
No celebration. No displays. Just return home and stay. Continue life.
There seems to be a silence in the story.
I know, and I’m sure you do, after a season of intense faith stretching and challenge, there comes a period not of a victory lap but of quietness.
Only two people saw this spectacular moment. The people in Beersheba didn’t, nor did the servants at the base of the mountain. People might see a change in you because of the mountain, but they won’t see or understand what happened to you on that mountain. They see you before and after, but there are times when you, perhaps one other person, and God know what you have actually gone through.
You are back in the same place, the same job, the same routine, everything has changed within you, and you now carry an altar in your heart, but you have returned to the ordinary again; except for you, everything has changed. There is nothing ordinary about you. This last experience of not withholding anything from God has changed you forever.
You stay. However, you have moved on in your faith, and your previous experience with God will now fuel your approach to life.
Even if you were to tell people what had happened to you, they would probably not understand. Some testimonies need to be carried quietly. Perhaps the most significant test of faith isn’t on the mountain after all; maybe it is when you have arrived off the mountain, and you are back home, carrying something new in your heart.
Return home. Stay. Your world does not necessarily need the story of the great acts of your faith, but it does need the change those acts brought about.

