Parables of the Bible: Laughter

By: Wilona Riva

Disclaimer: I do not own the Bible.


Author's Note: It's ultra-short, I know. It picks up where Abram's Call left off.


Willing Child


When they reached the place God had told him about, Abraham built an altar there and arranged the wood on it. He bound his son Isaac and laid him on the altar, on top of the wood. Then he reached out his hand and took the knife to slay his son. But the angel of the LORD called out to him from heaven, "Abraham! Abraham!" (Genesis 22:9-11)

Thana screamed as the angel Raphael blasted her backwards. "The boy is mine!" she screamed.

"You have no place here, demon!" Raphael roared back.

Sword met sword as the two angels battled.

"Do not hurt the boy," the Voice says, as the ropes binding me are loosed.

Why? Why do this to me? To my father?

You cannot fathom the fear I felt, as my father bound my arms behind me. I trusted him completely. I love him.

All the way up the mountain, one thing kept nagging me. We've got the wood, the rope, the knife. But where was the lamb for the offering?

I was the lamb.

Why? What did all this mean?

Father, help me to understand!

"Isaac, look, there in the thicket, a ram," my father, Abraham, says releasing his cold, sweaty hands from my shoulders.

Simple trust is faith.

Raphael slammed his sword into the earth. "Why sentence an innocent child to death?" he shouted to the skies. "He never committed a crime. He trusted his father, even though it meant his life would be taken from him by that loving father. What was the purpose of this test?"

The Son bit His lip. The angel's questions hit closer to home than he realized. The next time, the flesh would be sacrificed, pierced. Blood would flow and the lamb would die. The Lamb would die.