I remember reading the words, “God told me to do it.” The young mother was explaining her decision to kill her children. Then she mentioned something about Abraham. I felt a little sick. I was a little angry. I was tired of people laying stuff at God’s feet. I couldn’t get it out of my mind as I began flipping through the Abraham story.
At them same time, I was preparing to take a group to the Holy Land and had been plotting events on a map. I would read a story and find the spots. I was creating lists, identifying special places and marking a Bible to take with me. I slowed down on the Abraham story.
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