Nimrod and capguns

Have you ever stood out to God?

When I was a little tyke, my dad would take me hunting with him. We would get up really early like 3am and load up into the truck. I loved these early mornings with Dad. The first thing we would do was stop by the St. Joe Sports stop and load up on junk food. There was always beef jerky, hostess chocolate cupcakes, and my very favorite those little mother's frosted cookies.

After we had our fabulous breakfast packed in the truck we would head out, up into the woods for the adventure of a life time. My dad had his 357 (big rifle) and his reed bugle. It was a little piece of plastic he could slip onto the top of his mouth and blow through it just right to rip and ear piercing elk bugle through the air. I had an old musket cap gun. It was pretty sweet. I would pull back the hammer and then set a little cap (a tiny piece of paper filled with gun power) on the just the right place so that when I pulled the trigger there would be an explosion and just a little smoke that would rise up from the exploded cap. I didn't need a bugle because my voice hadn't changed yet and I could vocalize the incredibly high bugle all on my own.

Genesis chap 10 doesn't seem to have a whole lot to grab onto in it. It just lists of names and the cities that the descendants of Noah's different sons established. But it pauses half way through to take notice of one of the son's of Cush who was one of the sons of Ham, the son of Noah was cursed for looking at his father's nakedness. Nimrod is the guy that Moses, inspired by God to write the book of Genesis, pauses on. Why because he was a mighyt warrior before the LORD. Even more specifically he was a mighty hunter before the LORD. There was even an expression after this man. To be like Nimrod a mighty hunter before the LORD.

I don't know who he was fighting or what he was hunting. But what I do know is that he was noticed by God. In the list of names of the descendants of Noah Nimrod is noticed and commended for who he was.

When I would go hunting with my Dad, we never actually killed an animal. We didn't even see one. I don't think I was really very helpful with the whole quietness thing carrying my cap gun hiking up the trial like a double agent. But I know that I was noticed. My Dad woke me up got me loaded in the truck, bought me my favorite junk food, and took me hunting with him. I know that I was noticed by my dad.

Scripture says that God knows every hair on our heads, that he formed us in our mothers womb. God has a plan and a purpose in our lives. Even if a nursing mother could forget her child he would not forget us. He sees every sparrow that falls. Our heavenly Father notices us. He knows where you are right now reading this. He is with me right now as I'm writing this.

We are noticed and known by God.