posted on Sep, 15 2003 @ 01:09 PM
Here's a little story for you Salem and it has a moral:
"The man walked down the path, his first-born son in his arms. His wife trailed behind, trying to hide her tears. The valley ahead was still too far
off for him to see their destination, but the smoke rising in the distance assured him that all was ready. The dusty soil swirled around their feet as
they walked, evidence of the extended drought upon the land. Eventually they reached the rim of the basin and started down the narrow path. Below
them, they could see the idol and the crowd around it. They continued to the floor of the valley and approached the statue.
The drums began to pound slowly, with the beat increasing in frequency and volume as the man approached the status with its extended arms. The throng
began to dance and shriek with anticipation. The man paused a few steps from the idol. He could hear his wife behind him, begging him not to do what
was required. He clenched his jaw and approached the red-hot hands of Molech. This close to the statue, the pain in his heart was joined by the agony
of heat on his exposed skin.
He took a breath of stifling air, raised his boy to heaven and tossed him into the hands of his god. The pounding drums and the singing of the people
behind nearly covered the screams of his son, just a few feet away. The boy thrashed on the heated brazen hands, trying to escape their searing touch.
Finally, mercifully, he rolled down the arms and into the hollow statue filled with fire."
Molech was an ancient deity, worshipped throughout Canaan and Phoenicia. Called the god of the Ammonites, Molech is essentially identical with both
Chemosh of Moab and Melquart of Tyre. The idol of Molech was a brass image in human form yet with the head of an ox. The statue was hollow and had
outstretched hands to receive offerings. The image was heated from below by fire and the sacrifice, a small child, was placed in the god's
outstretched arms. The thrashing of the sacrifice would cause it to drop into the hollow statue and be consumed by the fires below.
The worship of Molech has mercifully fallen out of practice. Yet, in the same region of the world where the ashes of Molech's offerings lie, a new
cult of death has emerged. One where parents willingly sacrifice their own sons and daughters, blinded by their hatred toward their enemy. Their young
children play with real guns and the heroes they model themselves after are murderers. Their teenagers accessorize not with fashion but with explosive
belts. They produce martyrs but no dreamers.
The Palestinians look to a future without any Israel and then sacrifice the next generation in an attempt to achieve it. They do not fathom that they
are blowing up their future rather than securing it. Former Israeli Prime Minister Golda Meir was exactly right when she said:
We will have peace with the Arabs when they love their children more than they hate us.
The true question is not "Will there be a future for the Palestinians?" but rather "Will there be any Palestinians left to participate in their
future?" The key to peace in the region is not a new Prime Minister, 'roadmap' or cease-fire. The key to peace in the region is when the
Palestinian people are taught and understand that their human sacrifices do not advance their cause. They are as futile and self-damaging as the
offerings once made to Molech.
Takes two to tango bud....not one!