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Sarah the worm

 Genesis 23:1 Sarah lived to be a hundred and twenty-seven years old. She died at Kiriath Arba (that is, Hebron) in the land of Canaan, and Abraham went to mourn for Sarah and to weep over her.

Sara does not seem to have much to say during her few Bible appearances. Finally, however, she becomes the mother of the nation of Israel. She is sterile, old, and a doubter. She gives her slave girl to her husband to make a baby and then gets steaming mad when Hagar gets pregnant. She wants to kill her and ends up kicking her out of the house. 

She lies about being Abraham's sister, and when God catches her laughing at his "you're going to have a baby" news. Thus I don't understand the author of Hebrews when he says that Sarah, by faith, was enabled to give birth. To me it seems like a forced faith. She doesn't seem like a model wife or mother. 

That is where we should be REALLY encouraged. We aren't model parents or Christians either, are we? We do stupid stuff and make idiotic mistakes. We say things that we don't mean and are mean when we should be nice. We lie and feel like kicking people out of our lives at times. In all of this mess, God takes our puny faith and allows it to be enough to save us from eternal damnation. 

God saves the worm of a person called you. Aren't you so grateful? 

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