Altars are interesting things. What we call an altar today bears little (or no) resemblance to the altars that the Israelites built during the time before the kings. From the time of Abram, altars had a special meaning. Every time there was an interaction with God, someone stopped and built an altar. They built altars when they were blessed, they built altars when they were disciplined, they built altars when God revealed Himself.
Altars in the Old Testament were special. They were built of "undressed stone" (just big rocks that were laying around nearby), they were named (and remembered) and often assembled of a particular
number of stones (12 is the most common). Time and again these altars are spoken of as "and it is known by this name today" meaning that people of subsequent generations saw the altars and knew why they had been built.
Altars today are often little more than ornate (or not so ornate) tables that hold up candles, bibles and the host during communion. The commemorate nothing and stand for nothing. They have no special or lasting significance.
When was the last time you stopped and built an altar? When was the last time you acknowledged what God had done or was doing in your life and immortalized the moment? When was the last time you opened the photo album and walked your children through the altars of
YOUR life? How many of us can recount even one event from our parents and grandparents lives showing the Hand of God? How many of our children will be able to do that for
OUR lives?
Build an altar today. Create a memory/record of what God has done for you. Share it with your children so that
THEY won't forget either. We need more altars.
blessings on your day