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Two pairs of sandals walked up the gravely path that led to the top of the mountain.

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Shepherds by their dress, one was old with a white flowing beard, but still walked with vigor.

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The other was a youth, just reaching his majority, carrying a bundle of branches on his shoulders.

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“Father,” the youth asked. I see the fire and the wood, but where is the young sheep for the sacrifice?” The old man stopped so suddenly the youth had to swing the bundle of wood sideways to keep from hitting him with it.

The old man’s gaze became distant as he remembered the words from his God that had brought him here. He had served and trusted his God his entire adult life, but had never expected that He would ask this of him. He knew many of the gods of the cities around the great plains required this of their worshippers, but he had thought his God was different.

Coming back to the moment, but unable to look his son in the eye, he replied, “God Himself will supply the young sheep for the offering, my son.” Then he hurriedly stepped off to continue their path.

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Two pairs of sandals walked up the gravely path that led to the top of the mountain, but there was a question, would there be two pairs walking back down the path at the end?

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