Sunday Morning Bible Study
February 11, 2007
Genesis 14 was the story of the raid of the Eastern Kings. Coming from the area of ancient Babylon, these kings came sweeping into the land of Canaan, conquering everything in their sight. When they left to go home, they carried off loot and lots of people, including Abram’s nephew Lot. When Abram heard about Lot’s capture, he put together his own commando squad and went off to rescue Lot. Abram was victorious and brought back all the people, including the inhabitants of Sodom. When Abram returned, he was greeted by two kings. Melchizedek was the king of Salem and a priest of God – he blessed Abram, gave him bread and wine, and Abram in return gave a tenth of his spoil to Melchizedek. Bera (whose name means “son of evil”) was the king of Sodom. He offered to let Abram take all the spoil as long as Abram gave him all the people. Abram refused to take anything belonging to Sodom because he didn’t want it said that he had become rich because of Sodom.
:1-6 God’s Reward
:1 After these things the word of the LORD came to Abram in a vision, saying, "Do not be afraid, Abram. I am your shield, your exceedingly great reward."
We get our heads turned by all sorts of things that glitter and shine.
When you watch TV …
It might be a diamond ring or a box of chocolates for your sweetheart.
It might be the latest video game or movie to find escape with.
It might be a new pill that will change your life by helping your body lose weight, grow hair, or just make you feel better.
The Treasure, adapted from a story by Alice Gray as printed in "More Stories for the Heart"
There’s a story I like about a little girl who fell in love with a string of plastic pearls. She had saved up all her money to buy these plastic treasures. After she bought them, she wore those pearls everywhere. She wore them to Sunday School, to kindergarten, even to bed. She only took them off when she took a bath or when she went swimming.
This little girl had a daddy who loved her very much. He tucked her into bed every night and read her a story. One night when he finished the story, he asked Jenny, “Do you love me?” “Oh yes, Daddy. You know that I love you.” “Then give me your pearls.” “Oh, Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have Princess—the white horse from my collection. The one with the pink tail. Remember, Daddy? The one you gave me. She’s my favorite.” “That’s okay, Honey. Daddy loves you. Good night.” And he brushed her cheek with a kiss.
About once a week her daddy would ask her the same thing, “Do you love me?” and “Would you give me your pearls”. Every time she would offer to give him something else. Finally one night the little girl was sitting on her bed with tears running down her cheeks. With a little quiver, she finally said, “Here, Daddy. It’s for you.” With tears gathering in his own eyes, Jenny’s kind daddy reached out with one hand to take the dime-store necklace, and with the other hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out a blue velvet case with a strand of genuine pearls and gave them to Jenny. He had had them all the time. He was just waiting for her to give up the dime-store stuff so he could give her genuine treasure.