On the way up I said, Dad, we’ve got the fire and the wood. But where’s the lamb? He said God will provide the lamb himself, son. And the two of us kept walking together.
Isaac
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My name means he laughs.
The son my parents waited twenty-five years for. Abraham was a hundred, Sarah ninety. My name means he laughs, and my mother will tell you why. I carried the wood up the mountain in Moriah. Married Rebekah. Father of twins, Esau and Jacob. I like quiet fields in the evening, and I really like a good meal of wild game.
Born in the Negev, near BeershebaFirst seen Genesis 17:19
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Dad died at 175, old, after a long, full life. Ishmael and I buried him together, in the cave, next to Mum.
Wells we’ve dug, and what I named them: 1. Argument. The herdsmen of Gerar said it was theirs. 2. Hostility. Same again. 3. Room. Nobody fought over this one. The LORD has made room for us.
I’m old, and I can barely see. Told Esau: go hunting, make me the tasty food I love, and I’ll give you my blessing before I die.
Esau walked in with his dish. Said he was my firstborn. Then who had I just blessed? I couldn’t stop shaking. It was Jacob. He came in pretending to be his brother and took the blessing. And it’s his now. It stays.