English: Pontiled soda or beer bottle excavated in New York City. The cobalt colored antique bottle is embossed “J.H Yale – Middletown, CT” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Two Bottles
A room full of bottles. A warehouse also filled with bottles. The warehouse sits in the city square. The room is in a temple far removed from the city.
Men are born and given the bottle of their parent’s choice when the child is old enough to understand language. Most are presented that blue bottle from which they are enticed to drink.
The contents are sweet to the tongue. But in time the child’s teeth rot from its use. Their bodies begin to waste away. Their hope for health is dashed as if they were trying to swim near jagged rocks along a violent coast.
But the men of the temple proclaim throughout the city of the healing power of the red bottles they are sent to distribute. Some take from those men, open the bottle, and taste of its contents. The flavor is bitter to the tongue., and causes convulsive facial expressions. So bitter is the contents that men who taste it frown, cry, and wail at first. And we shall not be able to put voice to the pain endured by those who drink this liquid regularly. But its healing power soon manifests itself in those who continue to drink as they have need.
Some taste the red bottle’s contents and throw the bottle away, preferring to return to the warehouse from which their parents have delivered them their portion at first. To these the temple is a place of poisons.
Others remove themselves from the city, for their sustenance remains locked away too far to travel when in need. And the city slowly becomes void of their company. They have come to understand the difference between the effects of both bottles. Their choice abides within them toward health.
Woe to the city whose god is self. Woe to those who prefer the sweet and deadly drink of the sinful nature. Blessed are they who have desired to enter that life of promise. Blessed are they who drink from the provided Gift of God. God has been pleased to divide what is true and what is false. Though the healing is painful at first, life is worth every uncomfort.
Psalm 1
1 Blessed is the one who does not walk in step with the wicked or stand in the way that sinners take or sit in the company of mockers, 2 but whose delight is in the law of the Lord, and who meditates on his law day and night. 3 That person is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither—whatever they do prospers.
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