I’ve had a good laugh on something I’ve seen in the social media of late.
“That awkward moment when Abraham and Isaac were walking back after he tried to sacrifice him.
‘Love you son.’
‘If I hear…’”
I wonder who thought of that, and why we never thought of it before.
Anyway after pondering on it for a while, I decided to write about it. Old school mixed with our very own naija flavor. I hope you enjoy it… and NO, it won’t span more than two (2) episodes…except y’all demand it.
They had been journeying for two days now. Not like he minded the distance, he was used to travelling long distances by now. But he wondered why the sacrifice couldn’t have been offered somewhere closer to home as they usually did. Anyway, he knew to trust his father and his seemingly random decisions. This was Abraham he was talking about, experienced warrior in his own rights, wealthy and wise, great guy, gentle father… God’s personal person.
As if aware of his thoughts, Abraham turned to look at him. He smiled at his father, who smiled back.
He’d been catching a lot of such glances from the man since they began this journey. He would have thought them awkward, but he had been receiving glances like that his whole life. First from his parents, and then everyone else.
“Oooh, isn’t that?
“The miracle child”
“Abraham’s son… finally…”
He tried to avoid being in the center of attention most of the time as he really was a reserved guy by nature. It certainly didn’t help that his father was insanely wealthy, popular and respected. I mean, who else had a private army in this age and time?
One of the servants pointed out a spot and soon, the others were offloading stuffs from the donkeys and setting up camp for the night. Finally.
Dinner was great. One of the cooks had accompanied them and had done a great job in preparing a sheep soup which they all ate with healthy chunks of bread.
While the servants ate all around the camp, he dined with his father in the main quarters. For some reason, he had insisted that they sleep under the same tent, a bit unusual for the man who often stayed by himself. He needed no distractions from his communion time with God, he’d say. It was hard not to be influenced by him; he had started experiencing this communion for himself too.
After dinner, when the camp had quieted down, they reclined by the fire.
Something had been bothering him… a little.
You see, back at home they had amongst their animals, this special breed of lambs. These guys were spotless, fattened and well taken care of. Whenever they had to make a sacrifice, they always picked one from this group.
But on this journey, they hadn’t.
“I observed that we haven’t brought any of the lambs for sacrifice.”
“Uh huh…” He muttered absent mindedly.
“So we’re buying one along the way right?”
“Hmmm, God will provide.”
He knew not to pursue the issue any further.
Sleep was peaceful.
At about mid-day the following day, Abraham told the servants to set up camp and wait for them to return, as only he and his son would make the sacrifice.
One. This was weird
Two. Still no lamb
Three. Meaning more work for him (sigh)
Four. Still no lamb
Five. This was definitely and unusually weird.
He side-eyed his father as they journeyed onwards. He seemed perfectly calm. This man though…
In a bag he held the knife, ropes, a small axe to cut wood and flint for the fire.
When Abraham suddenly told him to stop, he knew they had arrived. Again he looked around, still no lamb.
“Dad, I thought we’d buy a lamb along the way or something, what are we…?”
“Son, I told you God will provide. Don’t you trust Him?”
Isaac smiled. Of cause he did.
They put together the stones on which the ‘lamb’ would be placed. Maybe two or three cos the platform was quite big for just one lamb.
“Go on and cut us some wood boy.”
He walked over to one off the trees surrounding them and began to chop wood, while Abraham rummaged through the bag he had brought. When he felt he had enough, he took it over to the platform.
“Get some more son… some more wood.”
He looked at his pile, wasn’t this sufficient? He knew not to question the old man.
We walked back and began chopping more wood.
He didn’t hear him… he didn’t see or even sense him. He only felt the force of a fist hit the base of his neck, softly but with precision…just as his father had taught him.
But why would…?
He never completed the thought as he quickly lost consciousness.
When he opened his eyes, a couple of things struck him all at once.
One. He was bound… hands and legs.
Two. He was lying down. On the platform.
Three. Abraham was standing over him, head raised to the heavens.
Four. He had the knife in his hand.
Five. There was still no lamb.