When my great-grandma was little, their family had chickens. One rooster in particular was mean. It would chase her around the yard with her screaming, it screaming, and her screaming some more.
Eventually her dad got sick of the screaming, so said-rooster became dinner. The whole family felt rather satisfied stuffing the ornery rooster in their bellies—except my great-grandma. She hated the rooster so much that she refused to even eat it.
Thousands of years ago, a rather different kind of story happened. God warned Moses that the worst plague of all was coming to Egypt. The first born son in every family would die. However, the Israelites could protect themselves with a very specific sacrificial offering—a firstborn lamb without blemish would need to die in their stead.
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