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And The Seeker Is?
Wow! Look at that, I’ve never seen anything that bright! Look at it glitter! I bet there’s lots of good warmth where that is.
The night was particularly dark for the Seeker, but he knew he had to hurry on. The light flickered on and off as it seemed to beckon him.
I am so cold and lonely. There just must be a source somewhere of warmth and goodness. I’ve searched long and hard. Surely my eyes are not fooled this time. I know I see others just like me even passing me going to the same source. Just where are we all going, I wonder? Maybe it is just a lure; maybe it is just a false claim to security and comfort.
…But I must not think about that. I am too cold and I will die in this world with out care and warmth. Everyone is going and seems to be excited. The path is so plain and easy. It won’t take much effort if all I do is just follow.
Everyone was seeking. All he saw were quivering with excitement; all seem to be fluttering in beat to the periodic glitter of the beacon. The seeker’s lonely soul joined the crowd. Everyone seemed to be going the same place and it began slowly to get quite crowded. Even the cold night air deceivingly encouraged the group keep going—somewhere. All were seeking their longings to be satisfied. The golden light seemed a spot light of direction straight to their goal. The group excitedly fluttered with bold determination to find it.
Hey, what’s this? Hey, scoot over! I’m here too! Me first—me first!
And the noise suddenly became too demanding on the seeker’s senses as many others joined in the cacophony—getting louder and more excited as the light grew larger and, yes, even brighter. It seemed to shout and encourage them on. They responded with more of their demands—each demanding to be first.
“Oh, I can’t reach there soon enough. That guy that pushed me out of the way is getting ahead of me. Now he’s circling the light and soon spiraling down in ever decreasing circles. Another one is joining. I know I’ve lost. I can’t catch my breath.
And the seeker’s exhausted wings became almost still as he then watched the horrifying drama played out before him. The first moth that reached the light finally seemed to circle faster and faster as he became more excited and his tiny brain could only sense the thrill of excitement. His heat-starved body took all of the light’s warmth in. He circled faster and faster to get warmer and warmer. Several other moths followed his lead and there seemed to be a virtual cyclone effect of the cloud of the moths that were in front of the Seeker around the light in the night.
Then the most horrible of horrible happened—there were explosions of small electrical sparks and the smell of quick death for moth after moth. Each found their headlong rush to warmth end in the final answer of no life, no goal, and no hope.
And the Seeker saw what had happened. He knew the light was false. There was no totally easy way. And it was, most certainly, not in the glitter of false hopes. He turned sadly away and knew he had to seek elsewhere or he, too, would perish.
And the moral to this real parable is “God is the only true light of the world and everything else is false—including glittering golden backyard light that falsely promises easy warmth and meaning.”
The real question is now—and the seeker is…?
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