Abraham reclined one afternoon at the entrance of his tent at Mamre Oaks when he saw three men approaching, all adorned with bright robes. Running to them, he knelt humbly at their feet.
“Master,” Abraham said, addressing the man standing between the others. “Let me bring water for your feet and bread for you to snack on. Relax under my shade tree before moving on. I’m at your service.”
The men nodded.
Abraham called Sarah. “Quick, make some cakes with the good flour.” Then he ran over to his stockyard, brought out a tender calf, and handed it over to be slaughtered and roast on the spit.
He served succulent meats and cakes with butter and milk, and he stood at the ready, keeping their wine goblets full as they feasted under the shade tree.
“Where’s Sarah?” one of the men asked, out of the blue.
Abraham motioned to the tent. “Inside,” he said, realizing his guests knew him and his family.
“I’ll be back through this way when the time is right,” the man answered, “and Sarah will have a son.”
Hearing her name, Sarah put her ear closer to the entrance of the tent, and she laughed under her breath. Imagine an old bag like me having a child, she thought.
The Master said to Abraham, “Why’d your wife laugh? Is anything too difficult for the Master?”
Abraham’s face went ashen. They were reading his wife’s thoughts, which could only mean one thing. He was in the presence of heavenly beings on a mission to confirm the way of God’s reverberating promise.
“When the time is right, I’ll return. Your wife will have a child,” he said. Then with a glint in his eye, he added, “and I’ll have the last laugh.”
Sarah came out of the tent and blurted, “I didn’t laugh.” She was noticeably shaking with fear.
With a friendly smile, the Master said, “Yes, you did.” And the case was closed.
Inspiration: Genesis 18