My dad, — well, he has signed and completed and paid to adopt me, and I am on my way to his house now — is the richest man who has ever lived. He’s kind, sacrificially giving, and good. He’s so good that, compared to him, no one who has ever lived has ever been good. THAT good. So far beyond good.
He’s also supremely serious about being respected. Rightly so. But supremely serious about it.
And he doesn’t think like any other person you’ll ever meet. Not like anyone who has ever lived. Not like me. His thoughts and what he does surprise me so often.
He has such tremendous, really immeasurable, resources and love to give, that he’s invited anyone who wants to, no matter how old they are, to be adopted by him also. We are invited to live where he lives. He has millions of castles and riches in abundance, beyond what the whole world could consume if we all went.
But when you get there, those things won’t even matter because the best thing is, when you’re with him, it’s the happiest, most fulfilled you’ll ever be. He’s just got this presence and way about him. You will feel like, compared to him, no one has ever known or loved or helped you. Full joy. And peace too. He’s so strong and good, there’s no imagining ever worrying or fearing anything. It’s impossible to get sick when you live where he lives. There’s never been and never can be any kind of natural disaster where he lives. So, I’m on my way there now.
To get to his massive estate, travel west. Everyone on this continent is actually moving toward him whether they want to or know it or not. Just works out that way for everyone who happens to be on this land. It has to do with the earth’s rotation. Every step we take gets us one step closer to him, whether we want to be with him or not.
He’s got rule books all over on his land, on this continent of his that we’re on. That’s how I found out about the offer of adoption. It’s in there. It said write to his address and ask to be adopted. I did.
It also has standards he requires in the book. I have broken a lot of the rules. Some, I didn’t realize were rules when I broke them. Some, I did and broke anyway.
The trouble is, to be adopted, you can never have broken any of the rules. Didn’t I mention he’s super serious about respect? He considers it direct disrespect of him to break any of them because they are his. I told you that no one has ever or will ever think like him, right? Not even me. Some of the rules I don’t really understand the reason for.
When we get to him, and we all eventually will, anyone who has broken any of the rules of this land he owns has to endure the punishment. The punishment is imprisonment in a cavernous pit where the ground is always aflame with burning fire and there are snakes and scorpions that bite the inhabitants. Forever.
How am I being adopted, then, you ask? I told you I’ve broken his rules. In fact, sometimes I still break them. I want to keep them, but they are very hard to keep. Well, there is an addendum in the adoption offer that says if anyone has broken any of the rules, all we have to do is write to dad and tell him that we did and that we would like him to pay for it please. It does cost him. Dad has one blood son, his only not-adopted child. They are literally exactly alike in every single way. Dad loves him with all his heart.
When dad gets a confession letter and adoption request from us, he asks his one perfect son if he will get into the pit and endure the torture for us so we won’t have to. He only has to stay there for three days as opposed to forever like us, because he is so good that three days is sufficient for him to pay what it would cost us more than a lifetime to pay. It hurts him. Hurts them both.
Oh, and once we write the letter and admit our rule breaking, we also have to stop breaking the rules to show that we really want and accept his payment for them. We can’t really completely do it because they’re just too hard for us, but we have to show that we are trying, and that it’s the thing we want very most of all – to honor him. And he says we honor and love him by keeping his rules. After we ask for adoption and ask him to pay for our punishment, he even sends someone to be with each of us personally to help us keep his rules. We just can’t do it without his help. He says then, if we keep breaking his rules intentionally anyway, and we don’t intend to stop, we weren’t really sincere in our adoption request, so it’s not valid.
While we’re here and traveling toward him, some of us tell other people here on this continent about where we’re heading, and that for all of us, when we reach his personal residential property line, the only option is either adoption or punishment.
On this land he owns, and while we’re traveling toward him, he feeds us. He provides restaurants we can eat in anytime we want to free of cost. Everyone can, adopted or not. Every table is a table for two. But he has a rule in his book that says no two people of the same race can sit together at a table in any of his restaurants and eat together. We have to each sit with people of a different race to eat.
I don’t always understand that one. Sometimes two people of the same race like to be together so much, they just want to enjoy one of dad’s meals together.
My brother is super nice and always wants everyone to like him. He is always friendly and funny and has the best time with everyone in the restaurants, even people of the same race who sit together. He often serves in dad’s restaurants here and doesn’t mention a thing about dad’s rules. No skin off his nose if they’re sitting together. He’s fine. My brother has been adopted too. He’s read the rules, and sometimes I don’t know if he just doesn’t remember that rule or believe that’s really what dad means, or whether he’d just rather have the people sitting at the table think he’s fun and kind. I know he doesn’t understand why dad would have that rule. It’s just the way dad designed his restaurants to work. A lot of other people who say they are being adopted by dad think my brother is wonderful for making everyone feel comfortable and good about themselves and just letting dad take care of what happens to them someday without getting involved at all.
My sister, on the other hand, reads the rule book every day. She’s been adopted too, and she is so thankful that dad was punished for her, that she takes honoring him the way he wants to be honored – by obeying him – more seriously than anything else on earth. And another one of dad’s biggest rules – even bigger than the one about who you sit with in the restaurants – is loving the other people here on the way. Sister thinks that the most sincere love is the one that helps everyone else the most, that does for them what she would want someone to do for her. She knows about the punishment we’re headed toward if we’re not adopted, so when she sees two people of the same race sitting at a table together, she tells them about dad’s rules and what’s in store for them if they don’t write to dad and then sit at different tables for eating. She did speak up and ask them not to when they tried to teach her children that two people of the same race eating together at dad’s restaurant was ok and good and that dad thinks so too. She has been hoping with all her heart that her children will grow up honoring dad and will want to be adopted too someday. She is really confused about whether she should serve them a meal, or whether that’s helping and encouraging them to disrespect dad by disobeying him. Man, sometimes that makes people so mad! They really like sitting together. And they weren’t hurting her. Why won’t she just leave them alone and be more fun like our brother? After all, they say, she’s not so perfect herself. She’s broken rules. Probably broke some today. Sometimes people think she is afraid of them when she mentions this rule. She’s really not afraid of the people of the same race who are sitting together. (My brother might be.) She is afraid of dad.
I don’t really know what to do. Oh, it would be so much more pleasant on my journey to dad’s to enjoy everyone’s company and favor and never mention the rule book. It makes waves, you know. It even says in the rule book that if you mention it, people are going to hate you. But then, on the other hand, what am I going to do when we reach the property line at dad’s? I knew we would all get there. I wrote for adoption and to have my rule-breaking paid for. I knew what happens to anyone who doesn’t. I saw other people breaking the rules and didn’t mention it, and they will go into the pit. What a terrible friend they will know I really was. My brother seemed like a truer friend than my sister, but who loved more?
The meaning behind the allegory:
God is my adoptive dad.
His rule book is the Bible. But mostly it’s the story of how He offers forgiveness, life, and adoption.
We are all heading toward Him and judgment at the end of this life on earth.
We have all, myself so included, dishonored Him by not obeying His Word in the Bible.
Sometimes His instructions and ways do not make sense to us. His ways and thoughts are higher than ours. This is for those who don’t understand practical reasons God ordained marriage between one man and one woman or why God chooses our genders instead of us and just need to be reminded to trust and obey him whether you understand or not.
He takes respecting Him seriously. When we haven’t in the past, He has shown how serious He is about judgement for our transgressions before in real ways, e.g., with the flood during Noah’s time and the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah.
There are so many instructions in the Bible that to bring up is to be hated. They are counter-cultural. This allegory addresses the Christian’s conundrum of what to do with sexuality that the Bible says is in disobedience to God, such as homosexuality, transgenderism, etc. To mention it is against God’s instruction to us is to be labeled unloving, hateful and judgmental. To not mention it and pretend that they are not a path to destruction (as we all who have disobeyed God’s Word are on) is to be the ultimate true enemy. Proverbs 27:6
We can receive his adoption if we accept his son Jesus’s death as payment for our sins and turn from them, never perfectly here on earth, but with the help of his Holy Spirit, striving to obey his command to be perfect as he is perfect.
“Whoever has my commands and obeys them, he is the one who loves me. He who loves me will be loved by my father and I too will love him and show myself to him.” John 14:21
““You are the salt of the earth, but if salt has lost its taste, how shall its saltiness be restored? It is no longer good for anything except to be thrown out and trampled under people’s feet.” Matthew 5:13
“Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect.” Romans 12:2
“Then I saw the wicked buried. They used to go in and out of the holy place and were praised in the city where they had done such things. This also is vanity. Because the sentence against an evil deed is not executed speedily, the heart of the children of man is fully set to do evil. Though a sinner does evil a hundred times and prolongs his life, yet I know that it will be well with those who fear God, because they fear before him. But it will not be well with the wicked, neither will he prolong his days like a shadow, because he does not fear before God.” Ecclesiastes 8:10-13