Isaac: Son of Promise

00:00:00 Speaker 1: Previously on the Chosen people. 00:00:03 Speaker 2: Can you count the stars Abram? 00:00:06 Speaker 1: Abram shook his head uncertain. 00:00:08 Speaker 2: You cannot, for there are too many. It is impossible. It is to be the same with your offspring. The great nation I shall make through your air would be as innumerable as the stars in the night sky. 00:00:26 Speaker 3: God Most High, I know what you have promised me. But how let me ask you? This is anything impossible? For God Almighty? Is anything too hard or too marvelous for him to achieve? 00:00:44 Speaker 4: No? 00:00:45 Speaker 2: At the appointed time, I will come back to you. In about a year, she will have my son. 00:00:54 Speaker 5: How could this be? After all this time, when I am worn out and my Lord is old? Will I have this delight? 00:01:02 Speaker 1: She had given up on that dream a long long time ago. Just then, another wave of pain rippled through her lower stomach. She clenched her jaw and waited for it to subside. Her thought began to take shape in her mind as it dropped. There could this pain be the beginning of something, the beginning of an ability she had never possessed. 00:01:25 Speaker 2: No, it couldn't be. 00:01:33 Speaker 1: Sarah's cries echoed through the tent, each scream a testament to the agony and determination coursing through her sweat glistened on her forehead, mingling with tears of pain and anticipation. 00:01:53 Speaker 5: Can you see him yet. 00:01:57 Speaker 4: No, my lady, keep pushing. Any minute now, we'll see the head. 00:02:02 Speaker 1: Sarah was sobbing through the pains of her labor. She remembered a time not so long ago that she had laughed in disbelief. She clung to the memory of laughter, a distant echo from a time before the labor pains consumed her. How surreal it seemed now, the miracle of childbirth turning her joy into this excruciating trial. 00:02:24 Speaker 4: Keep breathing, my lady. 00:02:26 Speaker 1: Sarah's response was a guttural scream. And to think this was what all other mothers went through, and many of them more than once. This excruciating pain and discomfort in her body was harrowing. Sarah felt the intensity of each contraction, her body straining with the effort of bringing new life into the world. She wasn't sure she had the strength to see this through, but she considered the pure joy she had felt upon discovering that she was with child. The memory of her joy upon discovering her pregnancy fueled her resolve. It had been a time of triumph, a time when Abraham's spirits soared with new found gratitude. As she bore down with another contraction, her mind drifted to that fateful encounter with the stranger who foretold this very moment. His prophecy had seemed absurd, prompting her incredulous laughter. Yet here she was, her body proving the stranger right. The pain a harsh reminder of the promise fulfilled. Another forceful contraction racked her body as it inched the babe closer to the light. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to send her mind elsewhere, anywhere but here. She thought of the happiest memory she could the day she told Abraham he was to be a father to the child growing inside of her. Abraham returned from a day's labor, his brow glistening with sweat, his clothes stained with the grime of toil. Sarah rushed to him, her excitement uncontainable. 00:04:06 Speaker 6: Abraham has slow down, my love, What is it? I can't remember ever seeing you running this fast? Look at you. You're grinning like a little girl. 00:04:21 Speaker 5: I can't help it. You're never going to believe it. It's finally happened. God's promised to us. 00:04:31 Speaker 6: With child, You're going to be our father. 00:04:38 Speaker 7: I know this is what we've been waiting for, but I'm having a hard time believing it. Oh and Sarah, you've always been beautiful. 00:04:53 Speaker 6: I've never seen you look this beautiful. You're glowy. 00:04:57 Speaker 7: I can't believe how happy I am. 00:05:03 Speaker 1: Abraham, dirt, dust, grime, and awe, scooped Sarah up and spun her around. They were acting like children, but Sarah was beside herself with joy. They were at the fruition of all their belief, only to proclaim how much they could not believe what was happening. She had laughed and laughed at the delicious irony of it. Abraham set her down, embraced her, his hands on either side of her face, looking deep into her eyes, and laughed right along with her. Sarah looked back into his eyes. She realized this was the first time in a long time that Abraham had truly looked at her and seen her. She curled up into his large arms, old but still tight with strength. Her sharp pain jolted Sarah back to the present, the pressure in her lower back unbearable. The midwife's voice urged her. 00:06:03 Speaker 4: On My lady, you're almost there. I can see the head. Now take another breath and push again. 00:06:11 Speaker 1: Sarah did as the midwife had bid her to do. Her determination wavered as exhaustion assaulted her. She was so tired, and though she knew her body was doing a powerful thing, she felt so weak. 00:06:26 Speaker 4: Again, my lady, you cannot stop. Now take a breath and push again. 00:06:30 Speaker 1: Sarah screamed in response. The pressure in her lower abdomen was unfathomable. This had to be it. She didn't think she would last another moment longer. Over the sound of her screaming, almost an out of body experience, Sarah heard a tiny little cry. 00:06:50 Speaker 4: You did it, my lady. The babe is here. 00:06:55 Speaker 5: Booh, is it a boy? 00:06:59 Speaker 2: Yes, it's a boy. 00:07:03 Speaker 1: A flock of midwives and servants had showed Abraham away that morning from his tent when Sarah's labors began. Showed Abraham, the clan leader, the warrior, the diplomat was showed away like a child, but he reluctantly departed. This was woman's work. But he was so anxious and nervous that he didn't know what to do with himself. He half heartedly went about his business, but it was apparent to all that his mind was in the birthing tent with his wife. He was half listening to a shepherd explaining the shearing process to Ishmael. Ishmael was attentive to his teacher, but he was always perceptive. He kept one eye on his father and assessed his demeanor. The shepherd was droning on about cleaning and maintaining the tools when Elieza came running from the direction of the tents. 00:07:52 Speaker 3: Master Abram, hurry, Eliezer, tell me one news. 00:07:58 Speaker 5: Sarah has given you a son, wrisk. 00:08:08 Speaker 2: Master. 00:08:09 Speaker 6: The boy's name is Isaac. 00:08:12 Speaker 1: Abraham wiped the tears from his eyes, clasped eliaz Her on the shoulder in celebration, and hauled him along as he hurried to the tent to meet his new son. Ishmael didn't follow. Immediately, he looked down at the footsteps his father left in the dirt. His brow furrowed in deep thought. Then, with a sigh and a nod, he padded behind his father, trying to line his steps with the footprints below. Abraham burst through the tent and stopped breathless. There he was cradled in Sarah's arms. Abraham's throat clenched and his palms began to sweat. Slowly, thoughtfully, quietly, he approached. Abraham was afraid to speak, as if the lightest whisper might blow the moment away. He softly, slowly reached out for Isaac. Then, just as his hands were about to touch him, the baby tensed, made a strange sound, began to cry, and immediately a yellowish brown liquid spilled all over Sarah's arm. The baby relaxed and went back to sleep. Abraham looked at Sarah, and Sarah to Abraham. Then, like two singers harmonizing to a tune, they both began to laugh. They laughed until tears streamed down their faces. Everyone in the room began to harmonize with them. Years of pent up tension from yearning for a child had finally released, ironically, just like the babies. Eight days later, after the circumcision ritual, Abraham was repeating the same story he had been telling for as many days to anyone he came across. 00:10:11 Speaker 6: When I entered the tent and saw Sarah cradling our boy, our Isaac, she burst out laughing, and I started laughing, and then everyone in the room was laughing. The God Almighty had already foretold his name, but here we all were experiencing it. 00:10:34 Speaker 5: Why my cheeks are still sore. I can't stop laughing and smiling. 00:10:40 Speaker 6: I can't either. 00:10:43 Speaker 1: Abraham and Sarah were positively giddy. Guests and servants alike had never seen anything like it, But their joy and their laughter were contagious. 00:10:54 Speaker 5: Who would have ever thought Abraham and I would be raising children. He's one hundred years old and I'm ninety. Have you ever heard of such a thing. 00:11:05 Speaker 6: It is remarkable, It is a miracle. It is our God, It truly is. 00:11:13 Speaker 5: Abraham. You have walked with our God for a long time and grown accustomed to his voice. I have always wondered how you sustained your faith all these years, waiting for the impossible. But now I hear his voice too. I hear his voice in the cries of our son here at last, and I hear it in all our laughter. God made me laugh when I first learned of his intentions for my life, but now everyone will laugh with me. 00:11:46 Speaker 1: Just beyond the opening of the tent stood the now thirteen year old Ishmael. He was on the cusp of manhood, and by custom and law, had been raised to become a clan leader. But in the span of nine months, Ishmael's future became uncertain. Ishmael loved his father and wanted him to be happy, but all this laughing was beginning to grate on him. Each peal of laughter and joy turned to mockery in Ishmael's ears. Their joy was his loss. Ishmael mourned the loss of both his father's favor and his inheritance in the midst of the celebration of his half brother Isaac. This Prey Dog comproduction is only made possible by our dedicated team of creative talents. Steve Katina, Max Bard, Zach Schlabager and Ben Gammon are the executive producers of The Chosen People. Narrated by Paul Coltefianu. Characters are voiced by Jonathan Cotton, Aaron Salvado, Sarah Seltz, Mike Reagan, Stephen Ringwald, Sylvia Zaradoc, Thomas Copeland, Junior, Rosanna Pilcher, and Mitch Leshinsky. Music by Andrew Morgan Smith, written by Aaron Salvato, bre Rosalie and Chris Baig. You can hear more Prey dot com productions on the Prey dot Com app, available on the Apple App Store and Google play Store. If you enjoyed the Chosen People, please rate and leave a review.