He didn’t keep going back to Shechem when he wanted to get in touch with God. He built an altar wherever he happened to be. Friendship was renewed and nurtured at each stage of the journey. Faith wasn’t a memory of something that started in Ur and Haran. It wasn’t a hope of something that wouldn’t be completed until all the families of the earth were blessed. It was daily, regular, and frequent, using whatever stones he found there on the ground to mark the spot.
