In a not-too-familiar...
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In a not-too-familiar tale sent in the India he learned to love, Rudyard Kipling spun a yarn* about two fortune-seekers who responded to the call of adventure --and of greed. Having heard there was a hidden mountain kingdom full of treasure and awaiting the arrival of a divine ruler, they set out to satisfy the yearnings of those simple folk. Upon arrival, one of the pair declared himself to be the long-awaited Son of Heaven, while his slippery escort introduced himself as the advisor to the heir apparent.
They very nearly pulled it off. As long as they had been content to stay in that remote land (where it would be totally impossible to spend the loot the locals lavished on them), they could have had anything they wanted. But the game was up when the "god king" insisted on marrying an attractive (but unwilling) young maiden who, at the wedding ceremony replaced the obligatory kiss with a bite on the cheek. When the populace realized their king-come-lately actually could bleed, they realized he was a notch or two below divinity. They killed him and sent his "advisor" packing --back to India, and finally back to England.
What's the moral of the story? Possibly, "If you want to pretend to be divine, be sure you've got your bases covered." Barnabas and Paul, faced with a similar "opportunity," had sense, humility and honesty enough to tell the truth. "We are not gods; we only speak for God."
So too with us, when we are tempted to ascend the throne that beckons any given moment of the day. Pretending more than what we really are, we surely will have heaven to pay one day.
(*Rudyard Kipling, The Man Who Would Be King.)
They very nearly pulled it off. As long as they had been content to stay in that remote land (where it would be totally impossible to spend the loot the locals lavished on them), they could have had anything they wanted. But the game was up when the "god king" insisted on marrying an attractive (but unwilling) young maiden who, at the wedding ceremony replaced the obligatory kiss with a bite on the cheek. When the populace realized their king-come-lately actually could bleed, they realized he was a notch or two below divinity. They killed him and sent his "advisor" packing --back to India, and finally back to England.
What's the moral of the story? Possibly, "If you want to pretend to be divine, be sure you've got your bases covered." Barnabas and Paul, faced with a similar "opportunity," had sense, humility and honesty enough to tell the truth. "We are not gods; we only speak for God."
So too with us, when we are tempted to ascend the throne that beckons any given moment of the day. Pretending more than what we really are, we surely will have heaven to pay one day.
(*Rudyard Kipling, The Man Who Would Be King.)
