At 64 I've heard a ton of sermons, some real dud's,others just tolerable and yet others like the good read in a nice novel that kept you right there on the edge, eating each word and grabbing at more.. theres one sermon that needs preaching but so far no one has the guts to tackle it.
In order to give this story the depth it needs i gotta switch gears a bit. So bare with me and I promise to make this work.
My family spent years on a farm. What we ate we raised or grew. Butchering became an every few months duty and no one was left out. Its pretty comfortable now that we can just select choice cuts of meat in nice clean packaging. but everyone needs to at least see the other side. A nice fatted porker was selected and cut out from the rest. a few minutes time was allowed for the animal to calm down. A human way to slaughter was to walk up along side the animal, place a gun to its head and fire. A good kill caused the animal to drop immediately, legs buckling beneath. Of course not all shots were clean and then another shell , or bullet needed to be used. For good meat its critical that the blood be drained from the kill immediately. So someone needed to cut the throat. in our family it was Mom because the blood needed to be stirred so it could be used in blood sausage.
When the jugular is severed the blood gushes from the wound usually soaking your hand. the blood has a strange feel to it and the temperature is incredibly warm . Wwithin minutes the animal is bled out and the butchering process can continue. When you grow up with something, it is what it is. And I never realized the shock or trauma behind the procedure until my Son came butchering one Saturday. He'd been shielded from all this as he grew up, but the shock of seeing it first hand was written all over his face and i was so sorry I'd taken him along.
God said to Abraham, Go sacrifice your son to prove that you love me. Imagine, if you can laying your firstborn on an alter, table. and butchering him/her. imagine a three day walk thinking constantly of what you must do at the journeys end. hour on hour then day upon day, walking towards the death of the one who walks with you. imagine the knife at his throat and the lifeblood of your son/daughter gushing out over your hand. think of Abraham's struggles to try and reason this all out. And then if you can try and understand how a man could grasp that much faith to be able to accomplish what he must do.
We shy away from discomfort, taking the less traveled course, choosing to avoid many things because it feels good and is easier. But a clear view of things makes for much better decisions