“By an act of faith, Abraham said yes to God’s call to travel to an unknown place that would become his home … By an act of faith he lived in the country promised him, lived as a stranger camping in tents.” Hebrews 11:8,9
I’m camping in Northwestern New Jersey with my daughter and her family to celebrate Nate’s ninth birthday. Years ago they bought a camping trailer with fold down ends (called a hybrid) that makes one think they are sleeping in a tent. The boys love it, and I tolerate it with the help of the amenities of a home cleverly placed in a twenty-one-foot camper.
Abraham didn’t have the luxury of a camping trailer with running water, a refrigerator, and comfortable beds. I’m assuming their tents were nothing more than tarps fashioned into a temporary shelter and beds made from straw or any soft fiber.
When we consider the luxuries we have and those living around the world today in tents in refugee centers or in their own countries after a disaster, it is rather rude of me to gloat about camping in a nice camper. And, as Dave Berry said, “Camping is nature’s way of promoting the motel business.”
I think children should experience tent camping at least once in their lifetime to appreciate what they have at home. And, when studying the Old Testament, they will understand what the people endured just to survive.
I’m grateful, Lord, for all the conveniences in my life. Amen.