The Bible Is a Parable: A Middle Ground Between Science and Religion
-Blessed are the peacemakers, | he had added, -for they shall be called the sons of
Some peacemaker I‘ve been! I couldn‘t even keep the peace in my own little family of
believers. They kept reaching out for the excitement of those foolish -Mysteries | ! All the
while they‘d had the greatest mystery, the greatest excitement of all, right before them
and they had not understood. Well, how long had it taken me before I understood? Do I
understand even now? And the -vision, | all that was there. I had not been prepared, I
am not prepared, will I ever be?! But it is mine to tell of. How can I do justice to so much,
to such magnificence?
-Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness’ sake. For theirs is the
Kingdom of heaven. |
I‘d not known that our beloved Rabbi had come to the end of his soliloquy, and I had
waited for more. When it hadn‘t come I began to think upon what I‘d heard.
I used to think that I had understood what he spoke of. Now, the only thing that I‘m
sure of is that I haven‘t. But I do have to try! Certainly with all the others taken as
sacrifices in Nero‘s great persecution, there is only me—and You, my God! You haven‘t
forsaken me! You will not forsake me! Somehow I will find the words! I will fulfill what
there is left to do!
But, even now, are there signs of another persecution brewing? Will we survive this
one? Ought we to? Will I have time to finish? Will too many lose heart and just consign
themselves to Roman imperial swaggering, even arrogance, as many have done before?
They must be told! There is hope beyond now!
It was difficult then to know how to treat those who had failed their faith that way.
Scorn them? Forgive them?
When someone had asked about limits on forgiveness, our Rabbi had said seventy
times seventy! Should the limits be any different now? Was that even a kind of limit in
itself, or had he just meant countless times?
Some could not understand, would not understand! But how hard it must be to have to
choose, confess and die, or deny and live. It‘s so difficult to understand what forgiveness
really means under that kind of pressure. Will we do any better this time? Or the next?
It‘s so difficult to see the righteous die in their righteousness while so many of the
unfaithful are left to carry on! But, should one ignore honest contrition?
Just where is it that being judgmental begins? How could one have told the true from
the false? How can one even now? Might we do any better if there is to be another
-testing | ? And what if there‘s no more time?
But the -vision | seemed to imply a time beyond now, or is that just wishful thinking?
I was told, -the time is near, | but near to what? The end? Another beginning?
Everything that I witnessed seemed to have the air of victory to it. And doesn‘t all of our
wisdom-of-old tell us that good will prevail in the end? And isn‘t that what the vision was
I must find a way to make this known to those who need to take heart, that their
sacrifice will not be the end of it all. That -the time is near | for God‘s will to prevail
over all opposition, no matter how great, no matter how powerful, no matter how evil!
However thrilling all these thoughts have been, that‘s all that they are, unless I can,
somehow come down from that marvelous -high-place, | and try to find the words.