The Bible Is a Parable: A Middle Ground Between Science and Religion
Her perceptive skills, that allowed her to unlock these secrets, became a source of
great admiration from those close to her. Their willingness to follow her lead even when
some made no conceivable sense allowed them to share in a small way in her growing
success. But that success had come at a price.
That time so long ago, she mused, the old thought, still clear after so many years,
when the heavens were my only source of inspiration that offered a distraction from my
lonely vigil. It kept me from being afraid of what my future might not bring.
Then after—the thought stopped short as her throat constricted. She could scarcely
bring herself even now to approach that mental barrier that had protected her sanity from
that destroyer of dreams. After—she struggled through—it was my work that has been my
greatest distraction from what could never again be for me.
Even as she realized that she must be fast approaching the end of days for her, the
memory was still unthinkably painful. -But why? | she asked of the heavens that opened
above her solitary walk, -have I had to endure it so long? |
Again her memory wafted her back to those days of her lonely success. She had for
some time known that her -girls | had insisted, against all protestation, on placing her on
a high pedestal of adoration. Much of the goddess statuary that they could now so
lovingly create carried more and more of her features as time passed. They hung on every
word or thought as if it had been passed on by one much larger than their ordinary
existence could produce.
The fame of her association spread far and wide with time, bringing many peop le
whose beliefs were strange to her, yet they begged for one of her unique creations, and
then, yet another line of revenue opened up for her people.
And now even more years later, she strained to remember what she couldn‘t seem to
hold on to as well anymore, but the pain was still there. And now that most unwelcome of
all thoughts intruded once more. I have all the wealth and success that anyone could hope
for, but where is an heir to pass it on to?
Again she sent her prayer up into the heavens in as st rong a voice as her old mouth
could manage. -Must my offering be made even larger in order to pass me on through the
portals of this life? |
She had waited for some time after that, but no feeling came, no presence felt, not
even a mental message, nothing. Slowly she allowed the adoration of those around her to
supplant the need of an answer, and she did not ask again.
I have seen everything in my days of vanity
There is a just man
who perishes in his righteousness,
And there is a wicked man who prolongs life
in his wickedness.
All the labor of man is for his mouth,
And yet the soul is not satisfied.
Do not be hasty to go from his presence.
Do not take your stand for an evil thing.