This is going to be part one of the series
“Christianity: The Greatest Tool for Creating Tools.”
Apparently that is an offensive title. ;) (Inside joke to those in the know)
Let me begin my blog with a hypothetical but probable scenario of the past prior to the take-overs and religiously fuel conquests/wars.
The people were happy in their lives, working together in communities to support each other and sustain their livelihoods. Everyone had their trades in which they had practiced their lives to master. It wasn’t always the family trade of the family, apprentices were welcome in any field in which there was an opening. The people worked hard by day, and enjoyed a great merry meal with parties in the night times. There was no reason to stay shut inside the home if the weather were nice, for closed quarters are not conducive to loud music and dancing.
The town had a wise person, whom was sought out for civil disputes and advice. In a time of crisis, this was the person to go to. Sometimes this person was also well versed in poetry and knowledgeable in medicine, sometimes that was another person’s station. Bottom line is, there was no social hierarchy from which one was labeled below or above another, the only social distinction being the type of trade, all of which were necessary for survival.
There were major celebrations on the Sabbaths, or holy days. These days were not holy because of the name of a Saint, or a deity, but because something special happens with the energy 8 times a year. This was ancient knowledge passed down from generation to generation. Not everyone understood completely the meaning of the festivities and what their energies entailed, but it didn’t matter because they knew the positive results which were yielded year after year.
The ones that did understand the complete meanings and were in charge of maintaining a lineage of folks to carry on that knowledge, for it was vital to existence. They were taught the arts of Astronomy/Astrology, Divination, Soul Traveling, and other spiritual and otherwise extra ordinary practices. They understood the importance of the power that came along with this knowledge, and would root out individuals caught causing malefic things to happen, for when one has a heightened sense of perception, their energy is easy to feel.
The day to day life was never dull. In the morning, everyone rose with the sun to see it rise and collect the energy which it gives off. Men and women would take turns venturing to the stream to freshen up. In more liberal cultures, they would simply bathe together. After that meals were served, and then it was time for the day’s production. Small children were kept with the mothers while house and farm duties were taken care of. Fathers were working hard either with the building or repair of something. After a long day’s work, a great feast would be prepared by the mothers with small children, and everyone gathered at sunset to say good night to the day star. After meals, the musicians would take their places, people of young and old would dance around a fire, and young lovers disappeared into the woods.
Then one day, some strangely clad folks from an unknown place came into the village, and asked to speak to the wise person. The villagers, not aware of the intent of the stranger, politely escorted them to their residence. Once inside, the forgieners took to immediately killing the wise person, and brought their dead body out to the village square.
The people gathered in fear and horror as their beloved friend or family member’s dead body was on display as a trophy. A proclamation shortly followed the grotesque display.
“People of this village, you have two options, either bow down to our god, or suffer the pains of death,” The people, not quite sure what the god was just kinda stared at him for a second. Not having clearly thought this through apparently, the stranger addressed them again.
“Our leader is named God, he is in the sky and watches all of you at all times. Either you accept us as representatives of him and proclaim that he is your lord, or cease to live.”
The rest is history.
Who were these people from the strange land? Why did they want to do this to these poor people? I am sure this was the most common question running through the minds of the deceased of the ancient cultures whom were invaded. They had no answer for that question.
Well, if I could go back in time, I would tell those people that the is the answer is this:
You had too much power.