The vision shifted. Abraham saw something that struck closer to home than the cosmic sins of Cain and Desire.
He saw an idol standing inside a Temple.
The idol of jealousy. It looked like the woodwork his own father Terah used to make, but its body was of glittering bronze. Before it stood a man, worshipping. In front of the worshipper was an altar, and upon the altar a slaughtered boy, killed in the presence of the idol.
Abraham cried out: "What is this idol? What is the altar? Who are the ones being sacrificed, and who is the sacrificer? And what is this Temple that I see, beautiful in its design, its glory like the radiance beneath Your throne?"
God answered: "What you see, the Temple and the altar and the beauty, is my idea of the priesthood of my glorious Name. In it dwells every prayer of man, and the rise of kings and prophets, and whatever sacrifice I ordained among my people who shall come from your descendants."
The Temple was God's own design. Sacred. Beautiful. A dwelling-place for prayer and prophecy.
"But the statue which you saw is my anger, the provocation by which the people who shall proceed from you will anger me. And the man you saw slaughtering, that is he who incites murderous sacrifices, which are a witness to me of the final judgment, from the very beginning of creation."
Abraham was seeing the idolatry that would corrupt his own descendants. The image of jealousy placed inside the holy Temple (Ezekiel 8:3), the abomination that would provoke God's wrath. Not the sins of strangers. The sins of his own people. Child sacrifice. Idol worship. All of it inside the house that God Himself had designed.