Changed in His Presence - Sam Hinn

CHANGED IN HIS PRESENCE
Well, we finally got to Israel and I could not
wait to see that uncle. My father was my best
friend and if anyone was like my dad, I wanted
to meet him. I was so excited as we drove to my
uncle's house.
My mother kept telling me stories about him
and said, "Remember son, he is your father's
brother. He has the same last name as you do.
He is just like your father."
So we arrived at my uncle's house, and as my
mom knocked on the door all I could think about
was how much we would have to talk about since
we hadn't seen each other in thirteen years. My
uncle opened the door and I couldn't really
remember him, but—wow!—did he look like my
dad.
I had two hours or so to spend with him and
really get to know him. So I began to talk to him
about the things my dad and I talked about. I
started with sports; he had no interest in sports.
I asked him about car racing; he had no interest
in car racing. "Well," I thought, "my dad loves
wrestling. I'll ask him about that." My uncle had
never seen wrestling.
It soon became clear we had absolutely
nothing to talk about, and the next hour and
fifty-five minutes were going to go by very
slowly. We had a relationship with each other
and even resembled each other, but we had no
fellowship at all. I had nothing in common with
him.
Going Beyond Relationship
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