My fellow sinners, I want to tell you a story. In front of us there are two men. They seem so far away because layers and layers of time and tradition intervene. The only record we have of their existence comes from a group of stories that tell us about the birth of the universe. No archaeologist or historian will ever be able to supply us with more information about them.
As I began a recent study of the promises of the Bible, I was surprised to find that one of the very first promises in the Bible was not made by the Lord but by the devil!
The philosopher Hannah Arendt represents the thinking of many people when she claims that "hyprocrisy is the vice of vices" and that hypocrites are "rotten to the core."
It is a scene relished by the modern artist. Dali or Picasso would have made good work of it. Imagine an overloaded dinner table positioned directly in front of one's foes. There it is, evidence that the contradiction is still at work -- banqueting in bad company.
It has been now a few years since my best friend turned on me. He did it first with subtlety, then with an open slash of malice. His bitings dug deeply, not only into my flesh but that of my family as well.