Sarah laughed within herself. She did not laugh because she was happy, or because of humor. It was a laugh of sorrow and an expression of doubt. The laugh was not a gushing emotion of joy. Actually, it was not audible, yet the angel of the Lord heard it.

She was in the tent, in her proper place behind the curtain in the compartment of women. She had finished preparing and serving a delicious noon meal consisting of bread made of fine flour, cakes carefully kneaded and baked to perfection on the hearth, butter and milk that came fresh from the flock, and roasted meat recently taken from the finest calf in Abraham's herd.

Following the meal, Abraham and his three visitors adjusted themselves in comfort to engage in the delights of an afternoon conversation. The statement that made Sarah laugh came from the lips of one of the visitors.

"Where is Sarah thy wife?" he said. Abraham informed him that she was within the tent.

And he said, "I will certainly return unto thee according to the time of life: and lo, Sarah thy wife shall have a son." And Sarah heard, and remembering her age, she laughed. She was ninety. Abraham was ninety-nine.

Sarah had heard statements similar to this before. Her hopes to become a mother, no doubt, were great during her early marriage to Abraham while they were still in the Ur of the Chaldees. Sharing in Abram's call, she left the eastern country and journeyed with the tribal clan westward and settled at a little place, which was named Haran in honor of their deceased brother. Sarah's life at Haran for fifteen years was uneventful, and she reached the age of sixty-five.

After the death of Terah, Abraham reported to Sarah what God had said, "Get thee out of thy country and from thy kindred, and from thy father's house, and I will make of thee a great nation, and I will bless thee, and make thy name great; and thou shalt be a blessing: and I will bless them that bless thee and curse him that curseth thee: and in thee shall all the families of the earth be blessed."

©1978 by R.O.Corvin