Wednesday, July 08, 2009

The Children of Abraham

I was thumbing through channels looking for anything other than a recap of Michael Jackson’s spectacular exit from the land of the living when I stopped on the History Channel to see what they had. The offered program, The Children of Abraham, an interpretation of history through the show’s host, Mark Dowd, a Catholic trained to become a Dominican Friar. Wow, I’m impressed; maybe I could find a rerun of Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood.

I lost interest rather quickly as an explanation of the sacrifice of Isaac was offered, a means of reconciling the Koran’s version with the Bible’s . According to the Islamic version, Abraham was to sacrifice Ishmael whereas the Judeo-Christian version has Isaac; no big deal, Abraham didn’t kill his son anyway.

I found it note worthy that neither the Islamic commentator nor Dowd, the Christian appeaser mending fences with our good friends separated only by religion, Dowd never mentioned how Isaac was a similitude of the ultimate sacrifice intended to replace blood sacrifice for all mankind, our Savior, Jesus Christ, which was being foretold through this wonderful story. They did mention that God doesn’t like killing, an agreed upon lesson of this scripture in which the son of Abraham was spared; that’s important. Interesting how the most fundamental foundation of the Christian faith wasn’t mentioned, side stepped if you will; maybe it was all in the name of getting along with our Islamic brothers.

There was a decent explanation of how Abraham came to be the father of three major faiths, having one child through his concubine Hagar and another through his lawful wife Sarah. The world has been at war ever since attempting to define a legitimate heir.

What has this got to do with present day conflicts? How about the speech by Obama this past June to the Muslims given in Cairo ?

“I have come here to seek a new beginning between the United States and Muslims around the world; one based upon mutual interest and mutual respect; and one based upon the truth that America and Islam are not exclusive, and need not be in competition. Instead, they overlap, and share common principles — principles of justice and progress; tolerance and the dignity of all human beings.”

What a moron; I mean; use the Arlo Guthrie “I mean…” drawing all the sarcasm you can muster, I mean, how much more ignorant and irrelevant could Obama be perceived as he glossed over thousands of years of never ending conflict, mutual contempt and bloodshed? Maybe Obama watched the History Channel’s milk toast version of “minor” issues between Islam and the Judeo-Christian faiths and took it as fact.

Obama finished binding the major religions of the world in peaceful coexistence as he floated several inches off the ground, his feet supported by angelic throngs all the while his eyes focused on his teleprompter:

'The Holy Koran tells us: “O mankind! We have created you male and a female; and we have made you into nations and tribes so that you may know one another.”


'The Talmud tells us: “The whole of the Torah is for the purpose of promoting peace.”

‘The Holy Bible tells us: “Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God.”’

I read a clever “take” applied to the closing lines of Obama’s oration by Thomas Cramer, AKA, Archbishop Cramer on his blog where he came to the same conclusion I did; Obama actually sees himself as the anointed one.

Cramer added:

“Today, in your hearing, these scriptures could be fulfilled.” (*)

I’m touched, truly touched that I have witnessed the second coming. The anointed one is in fact, President Barrack Hussein Obama, of the United States of America, the “largest Muslim nation” on the face of the earth.

(*) “And he closed the book, and he gave it again to the minister, and sat down. And the eyes of all them that were in the synagogue were fastened on him.
And he began to say unto them, This day is this scripture fulfilled in your ears.” (Luke 4:20,21)

I’m not saying this material isn't offensive, taking offense is a waste of time; however, somewhere out there in the confines of a humble dwelling a man is shredding his clothing, his eyes lifted skyward and hoping to make it through the day.

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