
The question before the assembled gathering is this: did a guy who was willing to sacrifice his son to the Lord of Hosts, a guy who'd waited till he and his aged wife were three-quarters dust to have this only-begotten son, a guy who'd had the sack to bargain with the friggin' peevish Lord over how many righteous souls it might take to save Sodom from instant heavenly annihilation--anyway, did this guy, Abraham, have drink when he opted to bind Issac and raise a sacrificial altar unto the Lord, lifting his heavy blade on high, poised to strike--or was he just another misguided wanker held in thrall to an ethically bereft charismatic, like so many others before and since?
Remember, he didn't have to do this. He'd already been a religious enough fellow, sufficiently devout to go down as a major player in not one, two, but three key faiths. So what drove him? A devil-may-care insouciance, or simple, sad, lack of perspective?
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