A Million Little Pieces Of My Mind

It was a beautiful day in early spring near the Sea of Galilee, one of those days between the rains of winter and the heat of summer when people who had no choice were glad they lived here and people with a choice came for their vacations. On this day, over a hundred people had gathered in one of the natural amphitheatres in the hills overlooking the sea, to hear a very popular itinerant preacher in this era when that was a viable career choice, and there were few other sources of entertainment for a good Jew.

Judaism had splintered into many sects; today's preacher was a member of the Essenes. The Essenes produced more itinerant preachers than did their rivals, the Pharisees and the Sadducees because the Essenes' preference for voluntary poverty and abstinence from worldly pleasures made the life of a traveler not much different from that of a stay-at-home.

And the audience for an Essene preacher was easy to inspire, consisting as it did largely of those who were downtrodden by the wealthier Pharisees and Sadducees. And it was pretty much a given that an Essene preacher would criticize those wealthier Jews.

During today's sermon, the preacher, Yeshua ben Yosef, didn't disappoint. After explaining the mechanics of reincarnation ("Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth") he got around to criticizing those of the ruling sects.

"And when you pray," the preacher said, "do not be like the hypocrites, for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and on the street corners to be seen by men." This brought laughter from the crowd, because they had all seen both Pharisees and Sadducees do that very thing. "When you pray," Yeshua continued, "go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you." ^{Matthew 6:5-6}

He went on, speaking of other things. But this one point—that prayer is a private conversation between a person and God—was remembered by so many, that more than a hundred years later it was recorded; and two thousand years later could be read by a planetful of people, each in his own language.

And is being ignored by almost all of them.

Why? Because the moral descendents of the Pharisees and Sadducees—the wealthy hypocrites who make money from religion without following it themselves—have found a way to make money from group worship; and then, from the outrage they generate by engendering fear in their followers from the "prohibition" of prayer in public places.

We call Yeshua "Jesus" now thanks to an interesting journey through Greek, Latin, and early English transliterations. But his words are still as plain as ever: Never pray in public. Prayer is, by its nature, a deeply personal exchange between a person and his or her Creator. Prayer services, group Rosaries, and pray-ins are all a perversion of the teachings of the man Christians claim to be following.

Isn't it odd that a secular organization such as the ACLU should find itself trying to legally force Christians into doing what their Christ told them to do anyway?