With God Under the Tree

Today I got a word wrong on my Hebrew test, but that wasn’t the real problem. The real problem was that I gave this lesson half-effort. I wasn’t pouring my heart and soul into it. I wasn’t using this opportunity to get to know the Lord and glorify Him and grow in His knowledge and work out His will for my life. I feel awful about it. And I’m so greatful to the Lord that He forgives us and gives us grace in what we lack, not merely wiping away our transgressions but even filling us with holiness, with His very Self, for His Name’s sake.

The word I got wrong was תַּ֥חַת – a word that simple means “under.” When the Lord appeared to Abram by the oaks of Mamre, Abram said to Him “My Lord, if now I have found favor in Your sight, please do not pass Your servant by. Please let a little water be brought and wash your feet, and rest yourselves under the tree; and I will bring a piece of bread, that you may refresh yourselves; after that you may go on, since you have visited your servant.” And they said, “So do, as you have said.” So Abraham hurried into the tent to Sarah, and said, “Quickly, prepare three measures of fine flour, knead it and make bread cakes.” Abraham also ran to the herd, and took a tender and choice calf and gave it to the servant, and he hurried to prepare it. He took curds and milk and the calf which he had prepared, and placed it before them; and he was standing by them under the tree as they ate.” (Gen 18:3-8)

I don’t have some incredible exegesis for this passage, but what strikes me about this is that when He saw the Lord, He asked Him to linger there, he immediately began to serve and honor Him – in a holy hurry, and then he stood in the presence of the Lord under the tree. That’s what I always want to be doing. I want to be ever asking the Lord to linger with me, ever serving Him, ever standing in His presence תַּ֥חַת   the tree.

Like Abram, Lord, I falter – desperately. But like Abram, I long to serve You. Oh, God, I want You more and more.


ps. I love You back.

colorful chairs


Lord, thank You for colorful chairs in the classroom, and the happy chatter of knowledge. Thank You for the chipped paint on that wall that is so beautiful and for the sound of hebrew words – Your love language spoken even in this classroom on a wednesday morning.

I praise You because You are a good Creator, giving me eyes to behold and a mind to comprehend all this simple incredible beauty.