Swearing By the Balls

Against Morality

Moses killed a guy. It was a racially motivated murder. He beat the guy to death, probably with a blunt object of some sort. Stick maybe. Perhaps a stone. Who knows? He then proceeded to hide the body in the sand and hope that nobody would notice. They did notice. A fugitive from the law, he fled to a far country, only to return many years later bringing plagues.

Moses was one of the greatest men of God who ever lived. A murder. An outlaw. A man who proclaimed the deaths of every first born child of man or beast in all of Egypt without a moment’s hesitation.

Sit with that.

Really. Sit with it.

Then there was Abraham. He had a slave girl. God had promised Abraham and his wife Sarah that they would have a child but after a long struggle with infertility they decided to take matters into their own hands. “Use the slave girl,” Sarah told him. Abraham consented. Presumably the slave girl’s consent didn’t matter overmuch. Later when Sarah did get pregnant and have a baby she resented the idea that the slave girl’s child would get some of her son’s inheritance. She yelled. She nagged. Eventually she yelled and nagged enough to convince Abraham to abandon the bastard and its mother in the desert. Granted, God told him that he would look out for the woman and her son. Still though… kind of a dick move. He also almost stabbed his other son through the heart that one time, so.

Abraham. Father of a great nation. Founder of three of the world’s major religions. The one man deemed worthy enough to sire the lineage of Jesus Christ.

Maybe ponder that too.