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July/August, 1999 Volume XIII Number 7



An Open Parable to the U.S. Supreme Court

There was a certain judge clothed in purple and who fared well every day and judged the land:
And there was a certain Unborn child brought before him, unwanted and despised, And seeking only the most basic right to life from the judge’s court, but the media scorned him as a mass of tissue.
And it came to pass that the child was aborted and was carried by the angels into Abraham’s bosom, the Judge also died and was buried; And in hell he lifted up his eyes, being in torments, and seeing Abraham a far off and the little ones in his bosom.
And the judge cried unto father Abraham: Have mercy on me and send one of the little ones that they may dip the tip of their tiny finger in water and cool my tongue, for I am tormented in this flame.
But Abraham said, Your Honor, remember that thou in thy lifetime was given the authority to judge righteously and likewise these little ones were condemned.
And beside all this, between us and you there is a great gulf fixed: so that they, which would pass from here to you, cannot; neither can they pass to us that would come from there.
Then said the judge, I pray you therefore father, that thou would send them to my family:
For I have a wife with three daughters and five grandchildren; that they may testify unto them, lest they also come into this place of torment.
Abraham said unto him, They have Moses and the prophets; let them hear them.
And the judge said, Nay, father Abraham: but if one went unto them from the dead they will repent.
And Abraham said unto him, If they hear not Moses and the prophets, neither will they be persuaded, though one rose from the dead.

(After teaching them about the rich man and Lazarus, Jesus said to his disciples: “It is impossible but that offenses will come but woe unto him, through whom they come! It were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he cast into the sea, than that he should offend one of these little ones.”)



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An Open Parable to the U.S. Supreme Court




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