A life in a day

I hate god. Ever since I was born. I realise this is a powerful statement but I mean it. Long before I was born my father had had a son with my mother’s Egyptian slave, Hagar. Apparently they couldn’t have children at the time so my mother suggested it. My half brother was called Ishmael, I never really knew him. Hagar, after she fell pregnant with Ishmael, hated my mother.

The feeling was mutual. At one point Hagar ran away because my mother was so rude to her. God then ordered her to return and she gave birth to Ishmael when Dad, Abraham, was eighty-six.

A lot has happened since that day but I wanted you to know that I have a brother whom my father loved very much. When the Lord promised my mother and father a son he also promised that I would start off a line of descendants, so many as the stars in the sky. So from the day I was born I had a slight responsibility!

One day I was playing with Ishmael a distant and fond memory of when I had a brother and didn’t feel so alone, my mother looked at us and said to my father that Ishmael and Hagar should have nothing to do with me. I could see my dad was upset and why wouldn’t he be? After all Ishmael was his son and he was my half brother, I was upset too. Of course god convinced Abraham it was the right thing to do. I don’t think so. How could he just cast out his son like that?  From that moment on Ishmael became a social outcast; a wild child and I always blamed myself for that.

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That is just a bit of my background to why I hate god. This is really why, the day that changed my life.

God spoke to my dad and I quote said,

“ Take your son your only son, Isaac, whom you love so much, and go to the land of Moriah. There on a mountain that I will show you, offer him as a sacrifice to me.” I didn’t know any of this at the time. Just saying those words makes me angry. My father wasn’t a stupid man this wasn’t a leap of faith, he fully understood God’s ...

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