Servant, Son, Friend

I could have ended up working for anyone. How did I manage to find myself under the care of Abraham? I have been working with the livestock for the past three years. The work is hard but I have food and shelter and people that care for me. Losing my father was very difficult but Abraham and Sarah have taken me in like a son. I would do anything for him. When Lot and his family got kidnapped Abraham snapped into action calling all of his able bodied men to go on a chase. When he asked me to go with them, I was shocked. I wasn’t a very good fighter but he must have thought that I would be of some help. After the rescue all the men that had helped save those who had been kidnapped were rewarded. Abraham told me that I had done well.

Years past and I stayed working for Abraham, slowly making my way up the line of work, until finally I was his head steward. During this time Abraham and Sarah still had not had any children. I spent a significant amount of time with Abraham and little by little he trusted me more and more. Soon our friendship became something special, something that is not often found between a master and his servant. But I think that was the thing, he was my master, but at the same time he was my friend, my father. We became so close that every once in a while Abraham would tell me that one day everything he had would belong to me. I couldn’t believe it, I had started out as a mere shepherd boy and as soon as Abraham past away I would own everything. But good dreams don’t always work in everyone’s favor. Abraham and Sarah had a baby boy. It was fantastic! Everyone was so happy that Abraham and Sarah were finally able to have a child of their own. Unfortunately for me that meant that Abraham’s belongings would be passed on to Issac, his real son. For some strange reason however I wasn’t worried or upset. Abraham was my friend and seeing him and his wife so happy was enough for me.

The years flew by and sadly Sarah passed away. Issac was not yet married and Abraham feared that he too would die before his son found a God fearing wife. So in desperation he came to me asking if I would make him a promise. A promise to go to the land of his ancestors to find a wife for his son. I was almost 70 years of age by this time and looking for wives wasn’t my specialty. However I agreed, how could I not try and fulfill the last wish of my master. He told me that his God would be with me, I wasn’t so sure since I personally wasn’t a believer. I set out on my journey with servants and camels loaded down with food and gifts. When we reached the town everyone was quenched from our long journey so we made our way to the village well. Girls was coming to and from the town with their water jars. As I sat down under the shade of a tree I sent up a prayer to the God of my master. Before my eyes were opened I could hear the sound of approaching footsteps. A young woman was walking toward our group and as she arrived at the well I asked if she would offer me a little water. Not only did she give some to me and my men but she also gave water to all of our camels. I know the Lord had answered my prayers. After asking for her consent and the permission from her parents we headed back to Abraham’s camp with a wife for Issac. Abraham was overjoyed and wouldn’t stop thanking me for finding a wife for his son. I hugged him. He brought me in and taught me, became like a father to me, but most importantly he was my friend.  I would do anything for this man.

I took creative liberties to explain how I think Eliezer would have thought and acted. But just imagine how cool it would have been to be the friend of Abraham, the father of nations. Just like Abraham was a friend and a father to Eliezer, God is like a friend and father to us. He will teach us and guide us if we stay close to him. The more we spend time with Him the closer our friendship will be. He will put us in charge of bigger and more wonderful things.

This story can be found in Genesis 14 and 24




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