Kane slouched. His elbows were on his thighs and his whole body language declared; I don't want to be here. I think this is stupid, a simple waste of time. Every since he was born--, well ever since he could remember at least, the Old Man had commanded him to take time in the evenings to talk to the Father. He would far rather be putting around in his garden in the evening while the setting rays of the sun lit up his perfectly nourished plants so prettily. Why bother talking to the Father who he could never see? If he was truly there, why did he hide himself from them? Mom said it was our sins that formed cataracts’ on our eyes. She knew he was there. She could feel his presence. Well, it was alright for a women to get emotional sometime, but not he! Not Kane! He thought it was so uncool that his Dad always tried to talk to some invisible presence. What good did he get from it? Kane covered his ears. This annoying voice, well thoughts, just kept wiggling there way in to his mind. Isn't his beautiful, lush garden a gift from the Father's benevolent hand? Did both Mom and Dad seem so radiantly peaceful after they had a chat with their Father? Nonsense. He brushed off his clothes and leaped to his feet. He heard his mother's voice calling to him, but chose to ignore it as he strode rapidly through the rows of verdant vegetables.
Kane could tell he wasn’t just inspecting them from injuries, or removing burrs from their woolly carcasses either. He was stroking their faces and talking to them each by name. You would think each one of those twenty-five animals was his beloved pet, or something! Me, give me a wolf any day. I’d tame them to be a real helper in no time flat. He scowled darkly. Just because of Shane and his few silly sheep, Dad had expressly forbidden him to ever own a wolf. Was it really true that wolves and sheep used to play together or is that just some fairy tale the folks made up to entertain us when we were kids.
Far away in a distant valley was the estates his Dad had inherited. On a clear, dark night when the conditions were just right he could see the gleam of the angel’s sword when he stood on top of the highest hill around. Or at least that is what his Mom called it. Kane argued that it was just a freak of nature causing the lighting to do strand things. He pulled his thoughts back to the present and turned to Shane.
“Soo! Why are you being so mushy, mushy today? Didn’t you know the Old Man wants us to come for worship?”
Shaint bent down and kissed the tiniest lamb on the nose, and when his eyes locked with Kane’s, his older brother saw they were pools of sadness.
“Have you not heard? We have to sacrifice the best of our flock for an atonement for our sins.”
“Ha!” Kane strode away angrily. Sacrifice. Blood sacrifice. What kind of nonsense is that?
“Ka-ane! Sha-int!” His mother called. Her voice sounded so sweet and lovely in the gathering darkness.
Why do I have to be so grumpy today? Why am I the only one that’s bitter? If I could break away from these ridiculous restraints, I’d be happy. Kane ignored his younger brother’s efforts to match his long, forceful strides.
Once more they made themselves comfortable in a dewy glen when the sun slanted through the trees. He felt a soft stirring in his bosom. Come unto me, Kane. Just yield yourself to my ways and teachings and you shall find rest for your soul. Kane’s face softened. He was tired of the hardness in his heart, the lack of peace. Oh, if it could only be different. Oh, if I could be as happy as the rest of the family without adapting to some sentimental fluff . Oh, if only I could be clensed.Then he remembered what Shane had said about giving a sacrifice in order to form a relationship with the Father. His fists tightened. There is no way I’m gonna slaughter one of the sheep. If the Father wants a blood sacrifice, one will do. I have plenty of fruits and vegetables and they haven’t been selling quite so well, lately. That will do.
“Oh, hi, Shaint. What are you so
woebegone about?” His kid brother was moving among
his small flock of sheep.
Kane could tell he wasn’t just inspecting them from injuries, or removing burrs from their woolly carcasses either. He was stroking their faces and talking to them each by name. You would think each one of those twenty-five animals was his beloved pet, or something! Me, give me a wolf any day. I’d tame them to be a real helper in no time flat. He scowled darkly. Just because of Shane and his few silly sheep, Dad had expressly forbidden him to ever own a wolf. Was it really true that wolves and sheep used to play together or is that just some fairy tale the folks made up to entertain us when we were kids. Far away in a distant valley was the estates his Dad had inherited. On a clear, dark night when the conditions were just right he could see the gleam of the angel’s sword when he stood on top of the highest hill around. Or at least that is what his Mom called it. Kane argued that it was just a freak of nature causing the lighting to do strand things. He pulled his thoughts back to the present and turned to Shane.
“Soo! Why are you being so mushy, mushy today? Didn’t you know the Old Man wants us to come for worship?”
Shaint bent down and kissed the tiniest lamb on the nose, and when his eyes locked with Kane’s, his older brother saw they were pools of sadness.
“Have you not heard? We have to sacrifice the best of our flock for an atonement for our sins.”
“Ha!” Kane strode away angrily. Sacrifice. Blood sacrifice. What kind of nonsense is that?
“Ka-ane! Sha-int!” His mother called. Her voice sounded so sweet and lovely in the gathering darkness.
Why do I have to be so grumpy today? Why am I the only one that’s bitter? If I could break away from these ridiculous restraints, I’d be happy. Kane ignored his younger brother’s efforts to match his long, forceful strides.
Once more they made themselves comfortable in a dewy glen when the sun slanted through the trees. He felt a soft stirring in his bosom. Come unto me, Kane. Just yield yourself to my ways and teachings and you shall find rest for your soul. Kane’s face softened. He was tired of the hardness in his heart, the lack of peace. Oh, if it could only be different. Oh, if I could be as happy as the rest of the family without adapting to some sentimental fluff . Oh, if only I could be clensed.Then he remembered what Shane had said about giving a sacrifice in order to form a relationship with the Father. His fists tightened. There is no way I’m gonna slaughter one of the sheep. If the Father wants a blood sacrifice, one will do. I have plenty of fruits and vegetables and they haven’t been selling quite so well, lately. That will do.
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