AS for me, could I—with no qualms—walk to Moriah, if that mysterious voice had come, the whisper telling me I must take my child to that mount, to slaughter him? Would I be capable of slitting that throat, on that small neck below his sweet gaze? Would I be able to stop myself questioning: is it really God giving such an order, and not greedy Molokh? Must I murder a 4-year-old boy to satisfy Him, to convince Him of the strength of m