Cute Fable - good point!
"Blume, Michael" (mblume@porthole.entnet.nf.ca)
Tue, 26 Sep 1995 11:56:52 -0500
The following is an excerpt from Gene Edwards' book entitled, _The
Highest Life_. What a true point he brings across. Thought you might
enjoy it. It is a wonderful fable of what it might be like if the
Lord gave some angels a temporary leave of absence from the spiritual
realm to live on a planet and then visit earth and stay visible. They
are the "real invaders from outer space" ;-). They come to our realm
with the same values they always have had in their own realm.
Man now gets to meet these beings. They let us know the time they
will come in order that we might meet them and truly see a life form
higher than our own.
Notice what man values as being progressive and elements of
higher levels of existence, compared to the actual facts of what
higher beings, angels, value.
They travel to earth:
Arrival Time: 12:00 noon
Distance Travelled: 12 billion light years
Length of journey: .000001 of a second.
Length of Stay: A whole day!
The dignitaries arrive to meet them. And out of nowhere the angels
appear:
Enjoy!
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Mayor of Washington:
It is with great honour that we who are gathered here today
welcome our guests from outer space.
(Angels' whispers overheard)
ANGELS:
(They call THIS a reception?)
(This is one drab looking place.)
(Why don't they turn up the lights?)
(The star up there ...see. The one that gives off that
ugly yellowish glow. I think it's about to go out.)
(They call THIS a reception?)
(With a light no brighter than that, no wonder this place is
dull)
(Down right dark, if you ask me.)
(They call THIS a reception?)
(This life form surely does move slowly.)
(And talks slowly.)
(They call THIS a reception?)
(They ought to see the reception we throw when one of
the redeemed arrive!)
MAYOR:
Now we would like to show our visitors some of the wonders of our
world. We are aware you are advanced far beyond us, so this tour
will serve to show you where we are in our stage of evolution.
Here, for instance, is our latest in high technology.
ANGELIC SPOKESPERSON:
Hmmmmmmmm.
MAYOR:
Look right through here. This astro-telescope is pointed
to the farthest distant object we have ever discovered.
ANGEL:
Yes. We stopped off there for a while on our way here.
MAYOR:
Oh, you have come at a good time. Right now it just so
happens we are witnessing the last minute of the last quarter
of the most exciting game in all the history of football.
ANGEL:
Hmmmmmmmm.
MAYOR:
And here you see the largest, most advanced, most academic and
scholarly institute of higher learning in all the world.
ANGEL:
Excuse me, Mr. Dignitary, my mind wandered. It's a what?
MAYOR:
An institute of higher learning. Now, if you will look at our TV
monitor, we will show you... well, where money is made. See that
floor where all those men are screaming and yelling at one
another? Well, that is the financial centre of the world. THAT
is where money is made.
ANGEL:
My, what a curious way to pay homage to an idol -- even for
heathen. Such utter madness. But the temple the idol is
located in looks familiar. Greek Renaissance architecture,
I believe. (What did they say was the name of this particular
god?)
MAYOR:
And now, before you go, we have a surprise for you. All the
choirs of all the religions AND all the world have gathered here
today in this vast dome to sing for you. This is the largest
choir ever assembled on planet earth. They have chosen to
sing for you Handel's HALLELUJAH CHORUS. Choir, please begin!
ANGELS:
(This is embarrassing.)
(This is AWFUL!)
(Try not to show it.)
(This is REALLY awful.)
(This is the worst singing I have ever heard.)
(They could at least put their hearts into it.)
(It's over already -- that is the shortest song
I ever heard.)
(Yes, very short. MERCIFULLY short!)
MAYOR:
Before you leave, could you tell us a little about
your planet. Just exactly HOW advanced are you? Where
are you technologically?
ANGEL:
Uh, we're not into that.
MAYOR:
Higher education?
ANGEL:
We must find out what that means.
MAYOR:
Space travel?
ANGEL:
Yes, a little of that.
MAYOR:
Sports?
ANGEL:
No.
MAYOR:
Entertainment?
ANGEL:
Well, yes some. You know how you go to a zoo and laugh
at the apes? Well, we sometimes do a little of that, too.
MAYOR:
At apes?
ANGEL:
No.
MAYOR:
Then what?
ANGEL:
We'd rather not say.
MAYOR:
Oh, please. You are among friends.
ANGEL:
Well, it's not that we want to laugh. It's just that
sometimes we can't help it.
MAYOR:
Fine. But what is it that causes you to laugh?
ANGEL:
We had really RATHER not say!
MAYOR:
Oh, well, uh, what do you higher life forms do?
ANGEL:
We worship.
MAYOR:
Worship? A higher life form? Worships?
ANGEL:
Yes.
MAYOR:
What else?
ANGEL:
We praise.
MAYOR:
And...
ANGEL:
We deliver messages.
MAYOR:
Is that all?
ANGEL:
No.
MAYOR:
What then?
ANGEL:
We sing. I mean, WE really sing!
MAYOR:
No inventions? No discoveries?
ANGEL:
Oh, yes. Yes, we had an incredible discovery just
recently. One of the angels found a whole new octave
and two new notes. We must have sung those new notes
for a century or two just getting used to them. It was
wonderful.
MAYOR:
That all sounds so... SO SIMPLE. Are you SURE you are a
higher life form than we?
ANGEL:
Yes, Mayor. Of THAT we are quite certain.
The angels then make their departure, travelling a leisurely .000002
of a second to return to Eterna II.
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>From _The Highest Life_. Gene Edwards
Published by the Seed Sowers, Christian Books Publishers House,
Box 3368, Auburn, Maine 04210
ISBN# 0-940232-33-2
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In Him,
MBlume