Sunday, April 11, 2010

Anymore Complicated and We'd Be Doomed

There are a lot of fathers of sons, whose names seem like a puzzle to me considering the names themselves are so weird, and the order in which they are related are beyond me. All I know is that Noah’s sons have clans. That’s all I got.

Once upon a time, everyone in the world spoke the same language, which would obviously make everything all the much easier in the long run. When they decided to build a city, the Lord came down to see them, and saw that it was all too easy for them speaking the same language, understanding each other. So he decided to mix things up by giving each one a different language and having none understand each other.

The Lord scattered them throughout the world. They had stopped building the city since then, and it was called Babel, because of the means with which it was started.

I really don’t understand why he did that. What is so wrong about having it easy?

One day, the Lord calls on Abram, son of whoever and whoever, and tells him:

“I will make you into a great nation and I will bless you.”

So Abram took his possessions and his kids and set out for the city of Canaan. God knows why the Lord decided to bless him with that reward.

I mean, I didn’t see him do any good deeds, so why should he randomly get chosen to start a great nation? Seriously.

Another thing I don’t understand is why the Egyptians would kill Abram of they new the beautiful woman was his wife and not his sister. Hints, anyone?

It turns out the Pharaoh then took her as his wife and because of the, the Lord inflicted serious diseases on the Pharaoh and his people.

How could Abram even put up with another man having his wife as his own wife? Did he not get jealous?

Abram’s wife could not get pregnant. And the Lord said he needed an heir of his own flesh and blood, so Sarai gave Abram her maidservant, Hagar, to lay with him and have his son. But of course Hagar had bitter feelings towards Sarai for what she made her do, and Sarai started treating her so harshly, that Hagar, pregnant, left.

That’s when an angle told Hagar to submit to Sarai, and because of that, Hagar’s descendents would increase.

The son was born, and Abram called him Ishmael. Ring a bell, anyone?

So a man is told he will rule a certain place, he says his wife is his sister, has a Paroah take her as his wife, sleeps with his wife’s maidservant, and has a son. Yes, that is very, very normal.

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