Wednesday, December 9, 2020

Charles Harmon


On the Road to Damascus


On the road to Damascus the Pharisee Saul of Tarsus

was blinded by the light of religious conversion

knocked to the ground, burned by a fireball

brighter than the Sun, and heard the voice of Jesus

asking him, “Saul, why dost thou persecute me?”


Now a college friend has sent me a story from

the “New Scientist” that explains the Bible story as

nothing more than an exploding meteor, and so the

meteoric rise of Christianity after Paul joined the team

is mere misunderstanding of natural phenomena

thus disproving Christianity and the civilization based on it.


I have read this theory before, and I am also aware that the

Star of Bethlehem was observed, recorded, and charted by

Chinese astronomers, later backtracked by computers and

discovered by telescopes to be the nebulous remains of a

Supernova that exploded, brighter than the moon by night

visible by day, guiding the Magi to that humble stable.


Sadly, my friend despises Jews and dislikes Christians

growing up without religion or spiritual guidance

child of divorce and an abusive father.

He found a welcoming home in Islam, which he considers

superior, even with their ritual involving the black rock in the

Ka’aba, itself a meteoric relic associated with the earlier

pagan moon-worshipping religion that predated Muhammad.


For Saul to go from the worst enemy and persecutor of

Christians to their most ardent and successful champion and

supporter involves a little more than just change in direction

misapprehension of natural phenomena, begging the question

“Who created the sun, moon, stars, meteors in the first place?”


Are we not all of us, whether we call it

Route 666, Hwy 61, or the Information Superhighway

also on the road to Damascus

waiting for the scales to fall from our eyes

when we finally see the light?



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