Show Don't Tell: Genesis 25:1-11

As the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the land, we find ourselves standing before a weathered tent in the hills of Canaan. Abraham—once a vigorous man, full of dreams and burdens—now sits quietly under the shade of an ancient oak, his silver hair glimmering like the stars he once counted. It has been years since he lost his beloved Sarah, yet love’s echoes linger in the corners of his heart. In the twilight of his life, he finds companionship again in Keturah, giving birth to six more sons. How remarkable it is that the man who waited a century for one son now overflows with descendants!

Time slips away like fine sand as we watch Abraham, at 175 years of age, breathe his last. The breath that once called forth a covenant now quiets into stillness. The Scriptures tell us, “He died at a good old age, full of years, and was gathered to his people.” These words hang in the air like a soothing balm, wrapping around us with peace.

In the shadow of his grave, two brothers stand side by side—Isaac, the promised child, and Ishmael, the firstborn. Their past, filled with tension, now yields to a moment of profound unity. Together, they lay their father to rest beside Sarah in the cave of Machpelah, the sacred ground that has witnessed so much life. As they cover him with earth, we feel the weight of generations—God’s promise, unbroken, flows through them like a river. Abraham may have departed, but his legacy pulses with life, reminding us that blessings endure, and the story of faith continues to unfold.