No, I mean Really Awful. Worse than anything you'd see on TV. Indeed, you'd turn the channel.
I promise not to go on too long and I promise to try very hard not to be boring, but it’s going to be a bumpy ride, so buckle up.
But, in fact, Sarah did have a child. God inspired Abraham to name the child Isaac. In Hebrew, Isaac means “He laughs”.
That was decidedly NOT the prevailing belief of the ancients who bought and sold children as property and used them for sacrifice to the Gods.
We do not – we cannot – control what happens to our children. We can try our best to give them the best, but they must live their own lives – no matter what we see in their future.
The first words of the very next chapter are: “Sarah lived 127 years . . And, Sarah died in Hebron in the land of Canaan. Scripture says that Abraham lived in Beer-sheba.
Indeed, it sounds like a whole lot more was "sacrificed" that day than the life of Isaac.
There is great hope in all of our stories, if we look for it.
Or, as Jesus says to us in this morning’s Gospel from St. Matthew (10:40-42),
“Whoever welcomes you welcomes me,
and whoever welcomes me
welcomes the one who sent me. “
That possibility excites me with hope. The ending of the story is never finally written. Or, as Gracie Allen is quoted as saying, "Never put a period where God has placed a comma."
There is another chapter, another character waiting in another place where there is another possibility for healing. Perhaps not reconciliation, but perhaps another place with other, unexpected, surprising people who offer the possibility of healing and restoration and hope.
Because, "No matter what you do, no matter what happens to you (say it with me), God sees."