I can remember a long while back sitting down with a one volue comprehensive printing of Pastor Russell's STUDIES IN THE SCRIPTURES.
I decided I would try and be as objective and neutral as I could possibly be. I would begin at the beginning and form impressions on the spot.
Well, let me tell you!
The "tone" was lovely. I sensed a gentle soul speaking with a big heart for the Lord.
So far, so good.
There was a keen intelligence and intensity in the writing. The florid style of that period is rather esthetically pleasing to me.
I started to feel a "tug" at my heart. Honest. I did.
The subconscious implants were stirring to life! I was the "Manchurian Candidate" and my signal had been activated.
I began longing for that once rapturous love affair with Jehovah and the feeling of absolute certainty again.
Why? Why was I feeling this?
I spoke to my youngest son about it at the time. He identified what was going on immediately. I give him a lot of credit.
My son said, "Dad, if you give a drunk a drink would you expect him not to like it?"
Amazing insight. I am still a Godaholic deep inside. I was gulping down the bottle; chug chug chug.
No matter how long you are dry and on the wagon....it only takes a sip!
When I got to the chapter on the Great Pyramid, however---it all started falling apart quite rapidly!
The insanity was clear. The false reasoning, wrong suppositions, crazy connections that aren't connections---it all made me sick!
I closed the book and sighed.
It is like finding out your best friend that you grew up with has been murdering co-eds in his spare time and fooling you utterly.
The pathology is glaring.
The mind behind the beautiful words and daring and daunting chronologies is sick. One tiny little twist and everything that is good, noble and loving is poisoned with madness.
In any compromise between a glass of pure water and a drop of cyanide it is the poison that wins.
The TRUTH is sparkling pure water with that one tiny drop in it.
A lethal one.