But I'm actually thinking of another dreamer after reading today's Elul devotion from The Rabbi's Son. Silver and gold, herds of animals so vast they could not be contained in one location, the possession of an oil-rich valley in the Middle East. He kept giving it away and kept on wandering, searching for something more important than material wealth.
In a land and culture of nomadic tribes, that he would be constantly wandering should be no surprise. For one thing, there were those herds to feed. But some speculate that he was constantly moving in search of something. Basically, for 100 years, Abram walked with his family and herds from what is now southeastern Iraq, near the Persian Gulf, to approximately northeastern Syria, down through Damascus, Lebanon, through Israel, through Saudi Arabia, into Egypt, and back up to Israel again, dying at age 175 near Hebron, about 30 miles south of what is now Jerusalem.
Approximation of Abram's travels |
I do wonder if Abram, having experienced what it was like to have intimate fellowship with his creator YHVH and realizing that this world and anything it contains cannot compare, was what we might today call a Dreamer. No rewards, no riches, nothing to be gained in this life compared for him to the Greater Reward of his experience with God.
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