What is the point of war? Even wars of old? The horrible story of Absalom's neck breaking as he rides his horse as part of an ancient army is very hard to take — and still many of us teach it in Sunday school! One picture that I remember from my own heavily Sunday-schooled youth is of Absalom, beautiful, long, black hair, riding along on a white horse, with a branch straight at his throat. Chapter 18 of the second book of Samuel tells quite a story of violence and death. We get nothing but a slight favoritistic demur from David: Please protect Absalom if you can. Please take care of my son — as he sends three units out to war. The three units also have great casualties — but Absalom is gone. "Oh, Absalom, Absalom, Absalom...." But David's cry might have been for every woman's son, every ma…