The Holy Trinity is composed of The Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Catholic Fundamentalists attempt to describe them in terms of current technological phraseology as The Programmer, Program, and Holy Wireless Connector. By either set of names, He is fearfully powerful and filled with love for us human programs.
The Programmer’s programs are error free. They have no contradictions or mistakes within them. So, why do so many human programs who freely operate within the vast Creation Program display thoughts, words, and deeds that are erroneous?
There is a “king of viruses” who tries to destroy The Programmer’s most precious programs, among whom each of us is numbered. We are the most complicated programs in the entire Creation Program. That Program was written and downloaded to give every human being free will when it comes to choosing whether or not we will believe in and obey The Programmer. The virus wants to corrupt our living files and separate our individual programs from He Who lovingly programmed us.
The Son may be seen as The Program in human form, the entirety of all creation. The other side has a program that distorts human vanity, making it the equivalent of Godliness. Those fooled by such fraud lose in the race toward The Programmer, a distance which must be closed if we are to have our souls be with Him forever. That salvation is the reason The Creation Program was downloaded.
The Holy Wireless Connector joins we, His beloved human programs, with He Who programmed us. We are connected by downloading the pure, clean wavelengths that grow clearer as we become more obedient. The other side has a cacophony of discordance in praise of sin with which it tries to disrupt our communication with The Programmer.
Once, in a bookstore, I picked up what appeared to be a beautifully bound book of historical literature. As I read a page at random, the subject matter was not readily discernible, and it took a page or so to make me realize that it was an old pornographic novel that had been translated from the French. From the first sentence, the very words and their pattern were making me think “There’s something wrong, here.”, but I kept reading, and soon found myself downloading a passage written by a mind overcome by lust. I closed the book, and replaced it on the shelf, remarking to myself that I should have heeded the early warning that “There’s something wrong, here”. The lesson was that even the seemingly innocent parts of broadcasts encouraging sin are on a twisted wavelength that we should try to be alert enough to avoid.
