From 8-year old Hilda’s diary:
Sunday School this morning. Our teacher told us the story of Abraham and Isaac. It is not a very nice story, and it seems that most of the people in the Bible are not very nice. Sometimes, even God isn’t nice. For instance, I don’t’ think it was very nice of Him to ask Abraham to kill his own son, even if He didn’t really mean him to do it. After all, there could have been an accident. Suppose that when Isaac was tied to the bundle of wood, God could have been delayed somewhere, and couldn’t get there in time to point out that He really had a ram in mind for sacrifice or suppose that the ram ran right out of sight. When I came home from lunch, I was still thinking about what would have happened “if.” Grandfather asked me why I was so quiet and thoughtful and not eating. So I asked him if he would kill his own son if God asked him to do it, and he said, “That depends on which one of them he chose.” I think he was thinking of Uncle Harold.