Spiritual/Political/Philosophical Blog on the Nature of Truth and Falsehood and Heaven
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Saturday, April 06, 2002 Parable of the Unhappy Prophet A prophet walked among his people to fetch some water. They cursed at him because he could not heal the sick, nor feed the poor, nor promise pleasures ever after. And so his people cursed at him and spat upon the ground as he walked by. He could not please and so he was reviled. There was a time, when full of God's light and glow, he spoke to all he knew of what stupendous love that they were loved by God. People said, "Good, but what about my health and wealth, and wish for many wives in paradise?" The prophet shrugged. "Of that, how should I know; but let me tell you once again that you are loved. Like a future king and hero of the world, we have a destiny of peace and perfection that makes this world's gold look like dust." "Give us that dust and we will have the rest," the people said. "Then you shall truly die. No good will come of all you wish. Not even death will bring you peace. Yet shall you live - the walking dead." And so they cursed and spat. They said, "This man does not speak for God but for the Devil. He has nothing good to say or do for us. Let him go to hell. He is a curse to all." posted by Mark Butterworth | 11:57 AM | |
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