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Abram stormed out of the room, and went to his father’s outer court, where he found Terah, sitting with his servants. Abram sat next to him. “Father, please answer a question for me. Where is the God Who created everything and everyone?”
Terah shrugged. “Why, the gods who created us are right here in this house, of course.”
“Sir,” said Abram, “please show them to me.”
Terah then took his son into the chamber of the inner court, where Abram still only saw a room filled with idols made of wood and stone. Looking around, he spotted the twelve biggest and most important ones. Everywhere he turned, Abram saw more gods, smaller than the others, so great in number they defied being counted.
“See,” said his father, emphatically, “here they are. These are the gods who created everything you see on Earth—you and me and all mankind.” Bowing to them, Terah then left the room.
Disgusted, Abram went to his mother. “Father just showed me the gods who made everything. So, please, hurry and pick a kid from the flock, and make some delicious meat. I need to take some to my father’s gods as an offering for them to eat. Maybe then they’ll accept me.”
His mother did as he had asked, bringing him savory meat, and Abram laid it in front of his father’s idols, and sat there all day watching them. “Well, I guess this succulent dish isn’t as good as you’re used to getting. Maybe I just didn’t serve enough to suit any of you. That’s why you’re all refusing to eat. Tomorrow, I’ll make you a meal that’s even better than this one! Then we’ll see what happens!”
The next day, Abram instructed his mother concerning the savory meat, and she picked out three fine kids from the flock. She made a wonderfully aromatic meal with them, just the way he liked. Terah, however, had no idea that any of this was happening.1
Abram took the succulent meat from his mother, and delivered it immediately to the chamber with his father’s gods. He approached them, and placed the offering right in front of them. Then Abram sat, watching them all day. Still, none of them ever reached out to eat a thing.
That evening, Abram was clothed with the Spirit of God in that house. “My father and this wicked generation are all doomed! They love futility! They serve idols with mouths that can’t speak. They’ve got eyes and ears, hands and feet, but still they’re all completely useless. Just like the people that made them!”
The more Abram thought about it, the angrier he got. Suddenly, he grabbed a hatchet and started smashing his father’s idols. After destroying all but the largest statue, he put the hatchet in its hand.
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