No wonder!

Yesterday we saw:

The story of Isaac—who was no teeny-bopper at the time—horizontal on the firewood,

and his dad with hand held high, knife aimed for the heart, just mangles my mind.

And not just for that first take of the movie (perhaps some time around 1870 BC),

but also the remake of it with a greater cast (circa 28 or 29 A.C?).

The story has us on edge right from the first verse of Genesis 22:

After these things God tested Abraham…

Gen 22.1

Uh-oh, Abraham, be on your toes!

verse two:

Take your son, your only (God rubs it in once) son

Isaac, whom you love (God rubs it in twice)

and go to the land of Moriah (how nice, some father-son time),

and offer him there as a burnt offering…

C’mon God, don’t be like that!

Continued today:

Yet, it sounds like Father Abraham slept well:

So Abraham rose early in the morning,

saddled his donkey,

and took two of his young men with him,

and his son Isaac.

And he cut the wood for the burnt offering

and arose and went to the place of which God had told him. 

Gen 22.3

They took their short stroll:

On the third day Abraham lifted up his eyes and saw the place from afar.

Gen 22.4

And then this:

You guys hang out here.

It’s Sunday, so I want to take my son to church.

We’ll worship together.

Maybe hear a real cutting-edge message,

and we’ll get back here as soon as we can.

Gen 22.5 [MSV]

No wonder why we call him the Father of the faith.

(see Hebrews 11.19)