I am not mine. My body is not mine. My time is not mine. My child is not mine. Even what I give up or give away, even my very sacrifice, is not mine. It never was and never will be. God provides what I give before I even give it.
We scale the same mountain old Abraham and young Isaac survived. The mountain of that name, the name Abraham, the hero of faith, named it as he turned to look back at its terrible peak against the sky.
The father’s sacrifice is his only son.
The son’s sacrifice is only himself.
The sacrifice itself is neither the father’s nor the son’s, but God’s.