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Monday Morning Memo

The Wizard Talks About God

May 15, 2000

 


Subject:
Just a couple of questions for you–if you have time for one of your readers

Date: Mon, May 15, 2000, 6:37 PM

Dear Mr. Williams:

I am a 38-year old woman from Massachusetts. I read your first book and loved it. You mention God a lot throughout the book. May I ask you: What do you think about religions in general? Are you catholic? What are some of the things that you do for spirituality?

I was brought up catholic, but do not enjoy going to church at all. I always try it, every lent, and even then I cannot comply with the promise of going to mass every Sunday. I don’t know why I do it, catholic guilt, perhaps–what a vicious circle, uhh?

Do you believe in Jesus Christ as the son of God? I have a brother who says he was just a prophet; another one, who says he does not believe in God; and yet another one who is extremely religious; and my father (who died three years ago) used to be an extremely spiritual man whose faith in God and himself was contagious, but not a churchgoer either; and finally, my mother has a lot of faith in God, which she has passed onto me (not a churchgoer either).

And one last question: What do you think of the Bible?

Please do not let this be a priority at all. I will be delighted if I ever get a response from THE WIZARD. Thank you.

(Xxxxxxxx) Garcia

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Dear Ms. Garcia,

I took you at your word when you said, “Do not let this be a priority at all.” Can you believe that it’s been two whole months since you first wrote me, and that I’ve been planning to respond to you each and every day for the past 60 days? I’d probably put it off “one more day,” but Pennie and I are leaving for Guatemala in the morning and I know that I’ll be extremely busy trying to get caught up when I return, so I decided that it’s foolish for me to keep telling myself that I’ll find time to answer your questions “tomorrow.”

Those are some pretty heavy questions. Allow me to answer them in the same order that you asked them:

In general, I detest religion. (So did Jesus, by the way. In every instance that he uttered the word “Beware,” he was warning his followers about the dangers of religion.) Basically, religion is man’s attempt to earn God’s approval and it usually just makes the religious person feel superior to other people.

Jesus did not die to establish the Christian religion.

No, I’m not Catholic.

I’m not sure what I do for spirituality. I think it’s just part of every moment of every day.

Yes, I unconditionally believe that Jesus was and is who he said he was, namely, “the way, the truth, and the life.” (He then added, “no one can come to the Father but through me.”)

Unfortunately, your brother is wrong. It is impossible that Jesus was merely a prophet or “just a good man.” When we read what Jesus said, we must conclude that, 1. what he said about himself wasn’t true and he knew it wasn’t true, making him a charlatan and a liar, or, 2. it wasn’t true, but he thought that it was true, making him a delusional crackpot, or, 3. he was telling the truth and he knew it was the truth, making him the son of God and the savior of all mankind.

There are no other possibilities.

In the first chapter of John’s gospel, we read “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” A few verses later, it says, “and the Word was made flesh and dwelt among us.” You should read it.

Your last question, “What do you think of the Bible?” is actually the most difficult one for me to answer. You see, many people in America are guilty of what I call “Bible worship.” Yes, I do believe that what the Bible says is true, but I disagree with those people who believe that we should dissect the scriptures and then argue about doctrine.

I find it extremely interesting that for the first 1,500 years after Jesus rose from the dead, it was enough, in the eyes of God, for people to simply be told the story of Jesus and put their trust in him. The public had no real access to the Bible until after Gutenberg invented the printing press. Do you have a copy of The Wizard of Ads handy? Read page 17 and you’ll see where I point out that all the elements required to build a printing press were available “at the time of Christ.” If the recorded scriptures were essential to the salvation of mankind, then Jesus would certainly have told his followers how to build a printing press and they would have immediately started shipping Bibles around the world.

But as I said, I do believe what the Bible tells us, which is namely this:

In Genesis, God speaks a universe into existence and then turns it over to Man, telling him to “rule the earth and subdue it.” But Man obeys Lucifer. This is a huge problem because God had given Man total authority over all the earth.

God created Man “in his own image,” which means that God, for reasons of his own choosing, elected to create a creature that would be completely beyond his control, a creature that would be capable of disobeying him. When Adam and Eve did, in fact, obey Lucifer instead of God, God suddenly found himself “on the outside, looking in.”

The thing to remember is that Man was and is the legal agent of the Earth. The world is a mess because God is NOT in control. We are.

Most people have a real problem with my statement that “God is NOT in control,” but it’s easily proven from the Bible. On more than one occasion in the new testament, Jesus refers to Lucifer as “the god of this world.” When we read about the three temptations of Christ in the fourth chapter of Luke, we read, “The devil led him up to a high place and showed him in an instant all the kingdoms of the world. And he said to him, “I will give you all their authority and splendor, for it has been given to me, and I can give it to anyone I want to. So if you worship me, it will all be yours.”

Notice that Lucifer said that all the kingdoms of the world had been “given” to him. By who? By Adam, whom God put in charge! The point I want to make is this… If what Lucifer said to Jesus was not true, then it would NOT have been a temptation.

It was true, and Jesus knew that it was true.

But I get ahead of myself: Let’s go back to before Jesus was born as a man: Since God now found himself “on the outside,” he needed a partner “on the inside.” This is where the whole Abraham thing happens.

Basically, God and Abraham became partners, “Whatever you need, I’ll give you, and whatever I need, you’ll give me, okay?” Abraham thought it sounded like a pretty good deal until God said that he needed Abraham to offer his only son, Isaac, as a sacrifice. (Genesis chapter 22) God stopped Abraham just as he was about to plunge the knife into Isaac and said, “I swear by myself, declares the LORD, that because you have done this and have not withheld your son, your only son… all nations on earth will be blessed, because you have obeyed me.”

Are you beginning to catch on? God needed the legal right to send Jesus (who was His Word “made flesh,”) to die for the sin of all mankind, and God gained that legal right by entering into a reciprocal partnership or “covenant” with a man named Abraham.

I could go on and on, but it all boils down to this: The world is spinning out of control because we’re in charge, not God. The world is full of cruelty and hunger and disease and sadness because we’re in charge, not God.

Jesus came on a rescue mission. He didn’t ask our permission or need it. He came and died for us and then rose from the dead and said, “Go tell the good news! Whoever confesses me before men, him will I confess before my Father which is in heaven. But whoever shall deny me before men, him will I deny before my Father which is in heaven.” (Matthew 10:32-33)

Yes, I believe he was who he said he was. As a matter of fact, I’m betting everything on it.

Yours,

Roy H Williams

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Far out in the lake there was moored a large wooden platform on which stood an improbably high diving board—a kind of wooden Eiffel Tower. It was, I’m sure, the tallest wooden structure in Iowa, if not the Midwest. The platform was so far out from shore that hardly anyone ever visited it. Just occasionally some teenaged daredevils would swim out to have a look around. Sometimes they would climb the many ladders to the high board, and cautiously creep out onto it, but they always retreated when they saw just how suicidally far the water was below them.

No human being had ever been known to jump from it. So it was quite a surprise when Mr. Milton jumped up and began doing neck rolls and arm stretches and announced that he intended to have a dive off the high board.

Word of the insane intention of the man who looked like Goofy was already spreading along the beach when Mr. Milton jogged into the water and swam with even strokes out to the platform. He was just a tiny, distant stick figure when he got there but even from such a distance the high board seemed to loom hundreds of feet above him—indeed, seemed almost to scrape the clouds.

It took him at least twenty minutes to make his way up the zigzag of ladders to the top. Once at the summit, he strode up and down the board, which was enormously long—it had to be to extend beyond the edge of the platform far below—bounced on it experimentally two or three times, then took some deep breaths and finally assumed a position at the fixed end of the board with his arms at his sides. It was clear from his posture and poised manner that he was going to go for it. By now all the people on the beach and in the water—several hundred altogether—had stopped whatever they were doing and were silently watching.

Mr. Milton stood for quite a long time, then with a nice touch of theatricality he raised his arms, ran like hell down the long board—imagine an Olympic gymnast sprinting at full tilt toward a distant springboard and you’ve got something of the spirit of it—took one enormous bounce and launched himself high and outward in a perfect swan dive. It was a beautiful thing to behold, I must say. He fell with flawless grace for what seemed whole minutes. Such was the beauty of the moment, and the breathless silence of the watching multitudes, that the only sound to be heard across the lake was the faint whistle of his body tearing through the air toward the water far, far below. It may only be my imagination, but he seemed after a time to start to glow red, like an incoming meteor. He was really moving.

I don’t know what happened—whether he lost his nerve or realized that he was approaching the water at a murderous velocity or what—but about three-quarters of the way down he seemed to have second thoughts about the whole business and began suddenly to flail, like someone entangled in bedding in a bad dream, or whose chute hasn’t opened. When he was perhaps thirty feet above the water, he gave up on flailing and tried a new tack. He spread his arms and legs wide, in the shape of an X, evidently hoping that exposing a maximum amount of surface area would somehow slow his fall.

It didn’t. He hit the water—impacted really is the word for it—at over six hundred miles an hour, with a report so loud that it made birds fly out of trees up to three miles away. At such a speed water effectively becomes a solid. I don’t believe Mr. Milton penetrated it at all, but just bounced off it about fifteen feet, limbs suddenly very loose, and then lay on top of it, still, like an autumn leaf, spinning gently. He was towed to shore by two passing fishermen in a rowboat, and carried to a grassy area by half a dozen onlookers who carefully set him down on an old blanket. There he spent the rest of the afternoon on his back, arms and legs bent slightly and elevated. Every bit of frontal surface area, from his thinning hairline to his toenails, had a raw, abraded look, as if he had suffered some unimaginable misfortune involving an industrial sander. Occasionally he accepted small sips of water, but otherwise was too traumatized to speak.

Later that same afternoon Milton Junior cut himself with a hatchet that he had been told on no account to touch, so that he ended up bleeding, in pain, and in trouble all at the same time.

It was the best day of my life.

“

- Bill Bryson, The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid, ch. 5

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