Not Like Isaac (page 25)
One day when I was five years old, my brother Ted and I were playing, making mud pies in the front yard. I noticed my dad running toward us with a strange look on his face. I began to cry because I thought we had done something wrong making him angry. He ran past us into the house and returned with a .22 caliber rifle which he pointed toward us. His breathing was hard and fast, and his body was wet with sweat. As I watched in fear, daddy lifted the gun, aiming in the direction where Ted and I sat. I thought dad was going to kill Ted because he was the only boy and because (like we learned in Sunday school) God told Abraham to kill Isaac. I thought dad must have goten those orders, too.
One day when I was five years old, my brother Ted and I were playing, making mud pies in the front yard. I noticed my dad running toward us with a strange look on his face. I began to cry because I thought we had done something wrong making him angry. He ran past us into the house and returned with a .22 caliber rifle which he pointed toward us. His breathing was hard and fast, and his body was wet with sweat. As I watched in fear, daddy lifted the gun, aiming in the direction where Ted and I sat. I thought dad was going to kill Ted because he was the only boy and because (like we learned in Sunday school) God told Abraham to kill Isaac. I thought dad must have goten those orders, too.