Faith That Sacrifices
Abraham trusted God with Isaac. It’s one thing to say we have faith, it’s quite another to demonstrate it when it could cost us everything.
Isaac’s name was a sure prophecy of what he brought to life. The old couple would take baby Isaac in their age-spotted hands and hold him close before their wrinkled visages, and their eyes would light as the smile lines drew taut—they would chuckle—and baby Isaac would laugh. If there ever were doting parents, Abraham and Sarah were surely prime examples. The boy was everything to them—the amalgam of their bodies and souls, the miraculous fulfillment of prophecy, the hope of the world. Isaac’s every move was lovingly chronicled—his first word, the first step, his likes and dislikes, his tendencies. And as he grew to boyhood and on toward manhood, Abraham and Sarah would see aspects of their younger selves in their son—perhaps Abraham’s height and carriage and Sarah’s stride and grace.
There can be no doubt that either parent would have died in an instant for Isaac. They were so utterly proud of their son—“laughter.”