Joseph. "How many groups of people have
been set apart in the name of religion?"
Perplexed, Joseph looked deeply into the
eyes of this priest, when suddenly the field
all around them became a battleground
between the religions and the people.
Groups came forward from every direction,
all who stood apart because of their race,
beliefs, imperfections, illnesses, karma or
any difference to the one acceptable human
that this man's religion would allow.
Crying, the priest lowered his head,
as Chief Joseph stooped to look upon him.
Intrigued by his sadness, he asked, "Is this
not what you wanted?" "No, I wanted life,
but this is what I have done!" The priest was
ashamed. "But why did you do it?" Joseph
asked. "I don't know, I really don't know."
"Was it out of ignorance, perhaps you didn't
understand?" Joseph replied, trying to make
him feel better. "I wish I could claim
ignorance," sighed the priest, "but I cannot."
"Why is this?" Joseph said. "Because I did
not question, I followed," the priest was
distant, lost in his thoughts, "and in
following, I denied life. If I had asked my
heart, it would have told me that this was
not honoring life, that this was wrong."
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