Carry the wood
Isaac carried the wood. I don't know what to do with that one. It's such monumental symbolism - pointing ahead to Jesus carrying his cross, while showing the faith of a child in a loving relationship with his father. And it's our call - to take up our cross and follow Jesus to a life of living sacrifice. I know I'm willing to follow, but am I willing to carry the wood, to pick up that thing that serves no purpose except my undoing and trust that someone will see beyond my shame and apparent stupidity to the love, grace and glory of God. It occurs to me that Abraham could not have pleased God and become the father of many nations if Isaac hadn't carried the wood. I need to think of my service as the thing that enables others' greatness, and not my own.
