The Monkey’s Parable

MonkeyBananaby Glenn Fairman
I have always been astonished by the tale of how certain Asian tribes catch monkeys. Upon placing a piece of fruit into a hole carved in a tree trunk that the monkey can easily reach his hand in and grab, he soon alarmingly learns that he cannot extract his closed fist from the trap once he has taken hold of his prize. To extricate himself, all he need do is release his grip on the morsel. But since this solution is beyond the greedy beast’s comprehension, he is hopelessly caught by his own nature—effectively ensnared by that which he could not resist nor go without to his own enslavement or destruction.

Before we ridicule in a haughty spirit of self-satisfaction that pathetic simian, a bit of introspection might be in short order. How teeming the earth is with the bones of men and women who could not relinquish their grasp, nor unball their fists at that object which clouded their reason and set ablaze their desire? Having grown accustomed to the intoxicating charm of putting: bottle to mouth, needle to vein, or partner to bed, mankind has precipitated a near infinite number of self-inflicted tragedies through its inability to affect rational change—or to stop and say, “No longer.” And while many have sought that repentance in good faith, an even greater multitude, like Lot’s Wife, dared to glance back over their shoulders to a certain smoking ruin. [pullquote]In the brief span of my lifetime, our country’s great heritage as Miraculous Creator of Wealth and Innovation has been erased—passing in a single generation from greatest producer to greatest debtor. Blame it on the political class who bartered bread and circuses for power.[/pullquote]

That being said: Heaven help us. America, that great shining City of the West, is likewise obsessed with the lure of luxuries we cannot pay for and promises that can never be fulfilled. In the brief span of my lifetime, our country’s great heritage as Miraculous Creator of Wealth and Innovation has been erased—passing in a single generation from greatest producer to greatest debtor. Blame it on the political class who bartered bread and circuses for power. Blame it on the naïve and compassionate who believed that they could cure the canker in the human heart by filling it with silver. Blame it on dreamers who believed they could impose the veneer of benign peace on a savage world. Blame it on the wraith in our mirrors whose itching ears and sleepy dreams of pleasure assured us that at the rainbow’s end there was a Sea of Treasure—when in reality, there was only a towering invoice scrawled in blood, requiring: “Payment Due.”

We could perhaps save ourselves if we could only summon our courage and unclench our fists. But having decayed so far and grown so indolent in our neediness: we shall not. Until we are confronted with enough excruciating pain to awaken us from this American Dream that has been somehow wrangled into a nightmare, we shall hold tightfisted in our navigational heading approaching zero. It is not within the capacity for an immoderate people to any longer affect that spirit of virtue. It is no longer within us collectively to say: “No Longer.”

As hyperinflation, want and tyranny steal in through our back door and beguile us as their worthless pawns, remember that on the other side of the world, a helpless creature waits to be somehow delivered from his fate–but that help will not be forthcoming. Pray that he perchance finds within himself the fortitude to go against the devils of his baser nature and escape his doom; and then pray also for the redemption of America.
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Glenn Fairman writes from Highland, Ca. He can be reached at arete5000@dslextreme.com. • (917 views)

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5 Responses to The Monkey’s Parable

  1. faba calculo says:

    I recall, in my more religious days, being confused by Paul’s listing both preachers and teachers as gifts of the Holy Spirit. What was the difference? Aren’t preachers just a type of teacher? It wasn’t until I read the later works of David Wilkerson that I came to understand that teachers want to explain to you what’s right, while preachers want to get you to do it. And please believe me when I say that this is not so much a criticism as a recognition of our different natures: you, Mr. Fairman, are a preacher.

    I’ve always been and preferred to speak in terms of the teacher. Prove to me that you’ve read the instruction manual or hand it over to me so I can check to see if what you are saying is true. You want me to actually DO the right thing? Well, just show me that the thing you are talking about IS the right thing, then action will naturally follow.

    Now, of course, I guess I’ve learned that, no, action doesn’t necessarily follow even when moral / factual agreement is (allegedly) in place, and, cut against the grain though it sometimes does, even this teacher has to acknowledge the preacher their place.

    That said, here are the six reasons you’re wrong:

    (jk)

  2. Glenn Fairman says:

    I have been called many horrible names that I took offense to…and preacher is not one of them. This society is wasting away for a lack of exhortation towards its First Principles—an evangelization towards the cause of liberty……for too long we been spoon fed a withered amalgamation of tolerance and equality–the last virtues of civilization that no longer orients towards its founding….yea, it has grown ashamed of its narrow parochial roots. It is intoxicated with what it believes to be laudable in its own dimmed perception…it has forgotten what its face looks like in the mirror.

    • Brad Nelson Brad Nelson says:

      I haven’t implemented a “Like/Dislike” system for the posts. And I don’t think I ever will. But I just wanted to say “Ditto!” 😀

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