I’ve lived with this story most of my life. It’s been immortalized in my mind since the day of a Sunday School lesson. I was five years old or less when my dear Sunday school teacher placed the sketches of Abraham with his knife and Isaac bound laying on a stone altar on the blue flannel board for my young eyes to see. She said Abraham was a man of faith because he was willing to sacrifice his son to the Lord. I thought she must be mad. I refused to believe she knew what she was talking about because this didn’t (in my young mind) have anything to do with the Jesus who loves children of all nations and all shades of flesh.