Sunday, July 21, 2013

First Sight

"Now Isaac had returned from Beer-lahai-roi and was dwelling in the Negeb. And Isaac went out to meditate in the field toward evening. And he lifted up his eyes and saw, and behold, there were camels coming. And Rebekah lifted up her eyes, and when she saw Isaac, she dismounted from the camel and said to the servant, 'Who is that man, walking in the field to meet us?' The servant said, 'It is my master.' So she took her veil and covered herself. And the servant told Isaac all the things that he had done. Then Isaac brought her into the tent of Sarah his mother and took Rebekah, and she became his wife, and he loved her." Genesis 24:62-67a

Isaac had gone out into the field to work, and he looked up, and saw...Rebekah! Say what you will about love at first sight, but I think this piece of history supports that it can happen.

But I would support it for an entirely different reason. It has nothing to do with this love story, or any bestseller that has been crafted. I believe in love at first sight because of God.

This great and powerful God not only loved us at first sight, He loved us before then, too. God is pretty crazy about us. He wants to love us. He wants to spend time with us.

When Rebekah first saw Isaac, and found out who he was, she covered herself. (There were legit reasons behind her response, but just go with me here.)

I think when we start to get a glimpse of that, we freak out a little bit. Similar to the movies when someone says, "I love you," and the other person freaks out, and avoids them for months because they are scared---the movies that make you want to bang your head into a wall!

Sometimes we get scared of that intensity of love with God. We know that we are not worthy to be called His love. We hide our face from Him, we look at the ground, we avoid Him.

He wants to take us and love us. Don't look away. Don't hide your face. Look up at Him. Look at the love in His eyes. Give Him your hand. He loved you before He ever set His eyes upon you.

A love story for generation after generation.





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