“Beware of false prophets. You shall know them by their fruits” said Jesus.
Eggs are fruits, are they not? And many seem to assume that because there are eggs, there is truth. Eggs are neither good nor bad in themselves. What kind are they? Smiles and friendship are neither good nor bad. Why are they?
Religious talk praising and extolling God is nothing in itself. So then one must have discernment to tell good fruits from bad. That discernment is the gift of God given only to those who have a love of the truth, selling all they have to possess it, even their very lives. The pilgrim on the path to truth is sorely tried and only the true seeker will enter in to that which is behind the veil.
With a marvelous thought I awoke:
Both serpents and birds lay eggs!
Men do not;
Mammals generally do not
But those both beneath and above do!
Many search for fruits
And are deceived,
In foolish assumption
That that which lays eggs flies
And they follow the layer
Not into the skies
But into a hole in the ground.
They follow the layer,
Not to be raised up above
But to be bitten and devoured.
Therefore, my friend,
Beware of the fruits,
What kind they are.
And if you are my friend,
You’ll have the eyes to see
And the heart to understand.
Lethbridge, Oct. 1, 1984
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