Conversation on the way home from church:
The Hub: What was the point of the sermon?
Other than that we shouldn’t sacrifice our children.
Which kind of goes without saying.
Me: Perhaps he was talking to those who might be sitting in front of their computers being radicalized by groups like ISIS.
Because those groups do sacrifice their children.
Strap bombs to them.
Perhaps he was speaking to that.
Still Me: I was thinking, as the Scripture was being read, that had God not stayed Abraham’s hand He would have left a huge and eternal opening for the accuser.
In order to eternally zip the enemy’s lip God would have to be both Abraham and Isaac.
The Hub: You’re right, that’s the only sacrifice that would put Him above reproach.
Me: Can’t accuse a guy of anything who’s willing to make the sacrifice AND be the sacrifice.
I went on: Father Ken mentioned that in Biblical times people thought they were pleasing God by sacrificing their children.
You want an animal sacrifice? The best of my flock? I’ll do you one better…
But God didn’t ask for one better.
And so it still is today, we try to add to what God has done for us, to what He requires of us.
Rather than being simply and humbly grateful.
Perhaps that was the point of the sermon.
I looked out the car window.
“Stick with me, honey, I’m a genius.”
“I know,” he replied, “that’s why I brought it up. I knew you’d have insights.”
I watched a Netflix movie on my computer last night while the hub was watching a NASCAR race.
Have you seen it?
That movie, this morning’s Scripture and the video I posted earlier today, all feel somehow tied together.
In my soul.
Perhaps because “God knits man in his mother’s womb slowly and wisely. [Closure, insight, forgiveness, healing] should be born in a similar way.”
Watch the movie, wouldya’?, so we can discuss.