Chesterton thoughtfully explained that “The man who believes in nothing believes anything.” Pseudo-intellectuals, who have invariably renounced obedience to, and often belief in, God spend their lives hip-hopping from one island of lies to another. They have left The Mainland, where truth and love prevail.
Some conclude that there are ten sets of islands that are easily seen and reached from The Mainland. Each set of islands is the home for a specific group of Commandment breakers who’ve chosen to practice their favorite sin. On the Islands of Lies, truth and love are exchanged for lies and gratification. The profits generated by such trades are used to advertise for more visitors from The Mainland.
In the couple of decades, some clever pseudo-intellectuals have moved to the newly formed Isles of Climate Change. They worship the god of enslavement. Shackles and chains are made there. For some, lucrative incomes are thereby gained.
Some who’ve left The Mainland live on other islands, where sensory gratification lives. Not as clever or cunning as those who live on the newer islands with bigger, more complicated lies, these lost souls sometimes visit them, and are always impressed. “Wish I could lie like that!”, they say as they begin to realize how much money the best of the big liars make. But, their small sins keep them so busy they have neither the time nor the discipline for the bigger ones.
Each of us is a human program that only has so much time to run. As human programs spend time hopping from island to island, downloading virus after virus, The Mainland becomes ever less visible through the growing fog. If, when we see their pointless peregrinations, we mock and make fun of them, they may be driven farther from salvation. Once they pass the point of no return, there is, of course, no return.
We do not want to have our own souls stained with the sin of having sent a soul from salvation. And, there’s another, greater danger to ourselves. When we make fun of the sad souls on the islands, we may be showing that we, ourselves, have moved to higher ground on that same island, that place in our mind from which there’s always the vain desire to look down upon our neighbors.
It is not part of The Mainland.
