by Christine Holleyman

Created on: September 16, 2009

People believe
there are many roads
to God and to Salvation.
Some people believe
they can get there
by going to a certain church
every Sunday morning.
Some others believe
they can get there
by going to any church
every Sunday morning.
Still others believe
they can get there
by being good and kind
and considerate to others
and by refraining from anything
they consider to be sin.

And there are others who believe
you must do all the above.
There are still yet others
who do not believe
there's even a place to go,
much less any road
that leads to it.

Regardless of all our different beliefs,
there's only one Road,
one Path
and only one Way.
And there is only one Door
through which we can enter that place.
The Door is the first-born Son of God,
the Word of God along with His Spirit,
the Flesh along with the Blood,
the Bread along with the Wine.
No one can enter by climbing over the wall
or through a window,
but only by going through the Door.

We've been deceived
into thinking there are many roads,
and wide roads at that!
We've each called God
by a different name,
and worshipped our own
ideas of Him.
We have not been worshipping God,
but our own images of God
that we've imagined
in our own minds.
We made an image of God,
graven from our own thoughts.
Then we placed
that most abominable idol
in our most sacred places.
We bowed down to it
and worshipped it,
believing that it was God
we worshipped.
O Ignorant Man,
when will you turn your wisdom
right side up
and right side out?

The Path is very narrow,
and the Road very straight.
And there are very, very few
who ever find it -
and even fewer than that
who can stay on it.
But the road to Destruction
is very, very wide,
and it's crammed full of people -
people running helter-skelter upon it,
up and down it,
crosswise and lengthwise,
bumping into one another
and stumbling over the fallen bodies,
like the Keystone Cops -
none knowing what they're doing.

They're like chickens
with their heads wrung off,
flopping and kicking and running
and squirting blood over everything
and everyone that's in the road.
And they do not stray from that road,
for it's wide enough to contain them all,
and all their violence,
and all their confusion.

The blind shepherds and their flocks
are scattered -
one little group here,
one little group there,
another little group thither
and another little group yonder.
They have strayed
far from the Green Pasture
and from the Well of Water.
They do not know
where the Good Shepherd is,
and neither do they know
how to find Him.
They are divided among themselves;
how then can they expect to stand?
Their houses cannot stand,
and they shall fall,
for they are built
upon the shifting and unstable sand -
the sand of their own minds.

For hundreds of years,
mankind has been worshipping
a nameless god.
O Man, why has your god
not given you his name?
Could it possibly be
that he does not wish you to know
who he is?
For want of a name,
you call him LORD,
and you have substituted "LORD"
in the Bible
where the name of God had been -
and "LORD" is
the translation of "BAAL."

The nameless god
that man has worshipped
for so many years
is the LORD of the earth,
the LORD of a place
where decay is the rule.
The earth is a grave
full of corruption,
filled with dead bodies
squirming with maggots,
covered with all manner of filth
and swarms of flies.
That nameless god
that man has worshipped
is the LORD of flies;
he is the BAAL of flies.
His name is Baalzebub.

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