While casually scrolling through the book of faces, how oft I am met with lofty teachers, which haughtily disparage their fellows with a scowled jowl and a furrowed brow, while condemnations freely flow off their forked tongues.
One might dare humbly approach these bloated souls and remind them that their inflated egos are not in keeping with the gentleness that one should expect from such esteemed masters as these.
Then one might begin to question whether these are esteemed of Yahweh or simply of men and what sort of simple men these must be. At times, I am as a sparrow from afar, as I study them for a time, while other times I’ve my questions in mind and ask them I must or perish.
There must be a valid explanation as to why those, who herald so great a God spell, would feel compelled to deny right of access to those with whom they disagree, doesn’t it seem?
Why, the scholars of these doctrines and those creeds, this catechism and that ritual have a clear monopoly on truth and none can come to the Father but by the methods of this one or that.!
How can one describe the irony found in the condemnations of the condemned, for are they not all condemned in one form or fashion by this or that scholar from these or those persuasions?
How oft I laugh at the folly of it all and what mockery skips merrily through my mind. At once I am compelled to fire off a question, seemingly innocent enough, but with a plan of action that snaps into place as soon as I’ve understood the game.
Should they reply in expected fashion, what should follow but the employment of the sarcastic wit of great men of old? My, how they would reproach and scorn these worshipers of idols and self!
Convinced of these things and many things more, I’ve realized a part of my mission, so welcome to the realm of Deborah Jael, where sarcasm stealthily strikes at the heart of the shyster symposia.