Abraham's Feuding Children
Let me tell you a little story about this fella named Abraham. Some 6,000 years ago he started a small family, based on his beliefs in one all-knowing God, and a whole host of well meaning values and morals. His first born was Judaism. Then, some 2000 years ago he unexpectedly saw his second born come to life, named Christianity. Six hundred years after that, yet another child came to be, named Islam. Although different in their own small ways, Abraham's children were nonetheless offspring of their father, and all steadfast believers in the core values he instilled in them. Yet, despite their familial ties, they feuded. Oh, how they feuded.
Judaism would do and say things like, "I'm the oldest, wisest, father's first...the chosen one"...to the resentment of the two younger children. Soon enough though, the second born would mature and start flexing his muscles, saying, "oh yeah, I'm the stronger, younger version of you, and father favours me." The youngest, Islam, would jump in and add "father wouldn't have had any more children if you two were so perfect...third time's a charm!"
Years would pass, and the children would fight...crusades this, holocaust that, september 11th this, settler-lands that...you name it...a three way tug-of-war for their father's love and attention, failing to see that they are all one family, fundamentally the same, and that their father loves them equally, despite their faults.
Today the feud continues, as childish as ever. Islam is outraged at Christianity's new hobby of drawing offensive caricatures of it, and publishing them for the world to see. Christianity tells Islam to grow up and get a sense of humour, and tries to explain the concept of free speech to the young one. So, after its initial violent temper tantrum, Islam takes a crack at edgy humour and holds a competition for the best cartoon depicting the holocaust, Judaism's darkest hour, and asks Christianity to publish the winning entry. Christianity agrees to do so, and the rivalry instantly transforms into an odd alliance, as blame is redirected to the oldest child. Fascinating behaviour.
As with any family fued, so goes this one. Alliances are formed and broken in an instant. Both the yongest and the oldest are at odds with the middle child, but still vying for their support, to shift the balance of power against the other. Father Abraham remains very disappointed, and is dreaming of a day when he'll be able to see his three children live peacefully, side by side. Who knows, that day may come soon enough, and if it doesn't, he can always propose a family retreat...maybe he'll suggest a hike to Sacrifice Mountain...if he could just remember where he put his knife.