Previously: Abraham always did what God asked, unlike most people who, when asked to leave home or remove a body part, either ignored God or chose a lesser sacrifice, like setting up a swear jar and putting a quarter in it each time they cursed.
After they had been driving for three days, they stopped. Abraham looked at a hill in the distance and mulled over what he would tell his wife, Sarah. The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away? That sounded trite. His ways are not our ways, dear Sarah? Not quite. Ours is not to question why, ours is just to do and die? Maybe something like that. Abraham put the truck in park and rapped the back window with his knuckles, the signal to the servants that they’d arrived.
Stay here with the truck, he said to them, the boy and I will go over there; we will worship, and then we will come back to you.
Isaac was confused. If they were going to make a sacrifice to the Lord God, they were lacking a key ingredient, namely, the animal to be sacrificed. Isaac wondered if Abraham was starting to lose it, thought maybe his mind was slipping. Even as they walked away from the truck, it seemed as if the old man was arguing with himself. And were those tears rolling down his cheeks?