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Satan's Garage Sale Once upon a time, Satan was having a garage sale. There,
standing in little groups were all of his bright, shiny trinkets. Here were
tools that make it easy to tear others down for use as stepping stones. And
over there were some lenses for magnifying ones own importance, which, if you
looked through them the other way, you could also use to belittle others, or
even one's self. Against the wall was the usual assortment of gardening
implements guaranteed to help your pride grow by leaps and bounds: the rake of
scorn, the shovel of jealousy for digging a pit for your neighbor, the tools
of gossip and backbiting, of selfishness and apathy. All of these were
pleasing to the eye and came complete with fabulous promises and guarantees of
prosperity. Prices, of course, were steep; but not to worry! Free credit was
extended to one and all. "Take it home, use it, and you won't have to pay
until later!" old Satan cried, as he hawked his wares. |