—Gen. 22:14a
I. Papa Was a Rolling Stone
My mother was from Egypt, and a wandering Aramean was my father. They weren’t married, by the way. My mother was a slave—she belonged to my father’s real wife, a woman I was never exactly fond of. And I guess that’s as good a place to start as any: My father and the woman who was not my mother.
Their names were Abraham and Sarah, and they were from a place known these days as Iraq. But, as I said, Abraham was a wanderer, and his wanderings eventually took him all the way to Egypt, and one of the mementos they picked up while they were there was my mother. Her name was Hagar.