A Fairy Tale of
Glibness of Pap
In 1993, a dozen
Christian leaders were invited by President Clinton to attend a private
breakfast at the White House. It was for the stated purpose of "sharing
concerns" with the Christian community of the Nation.
None of the Christian leaders voiced any criticism of Clinton's policies,
however, some of those present denounced other Christians who had voiced
national criticism of Clinton's policies on abortion, homosexuals in
the military, and condom distribution in the schools. Generally, the
President was praised and validated as a fellow-Believer.
A Fairy Tale
of Glibness of Pap
by James Fletcher Baxter
© 1997 All Rights Reserved
In the fullness of time, John the Baptist was invited to the palace
of Herod the Tetrarch. Upon receiving the invitation, John cancelled
his weekly Jordan River obligation and purposed to go to the palace
with a big smile on his face and a great big positive thought in his
head. "I won't mention any negativity of Herod's, such as his glands
and his brother's wife," John thought. "After all, there are
no crocodiles here. They are all in the great River Nile. Yeah! That's
it! They're all in the great River Nile. Cool!"
"Anyway,"
thought John, "I want him to think I'm a great guy in case he might
want my advice in the future, and then I will have a positive influence
on his choices."
So, along with several
other community leaders, John went to the palace with great hopes of
ingratiating himself to the ruler.
* * *
After breaking the fast with dainty finger sandwiches, kiwi fruit in
oil of banana, and tasty Girl Scout Cookies, the occasion turned to
the light banter of good fellowship among like-minded men of the royal
kingdom. After a pause, Herod burped, looked at John, and said, "What
think ye, John? What might you tell me to aid in my rule of this country?
You have three minutes. GO!"
John gulped, and
with a quick plunge into a sea of words, he blurted, "There are
no crocodiles here! Gulp! I just wanted you to know." The other
leaders looked at each other.
"Yeah,"
chirped Herod, "I know what you mean. I had a lot of crocs back
home. Heh-heh. You still have two minutes."
"Well,"
piped John, "I have great respect for the Office of Tetrarch, and
gulp...."
"And,....?"
smirked the Tetrarch.
"And, well,
gulp, Tet Herod, I really feel you are 'Mr. Cuteness,' in all your ways,
and...."
"And,....?"
yawned Herod.
"Gulp, well,
I don't think you could have ascended to this throne unless you were
a really smart feller and had many skills, known and unknown, and we
are like-spirited brothers!"
"TIMES UP,"
shrilled the Tetrarch. NEXT!"
And, so they went,
from the first to the last, proclaiming Herod's virtues of royal cuteness
and cool brilliance. John was correct. There was not one 'crocodile'
in the whole bunch!
Finally, Herod the
Tetrarch yawned, fluttered his eye-lids, mewed, and waved them all away
from his presence and out of his throne room - every one except one
of the group who was invited to stay overnight.
* * *
John was never again invited to the palace. To his last day he mused
about what he might have said to make a better impression in order to
have a lasting influence on Herod and his future choices. He never understood
why.... "Oh, well," thought John. "I never really wanted
the reputation that goes with 'kissing it up' to celebrities. At least,
I still have my glibness of repetition and detailed attention to pap.
Anyway, if I made any errors, who is great enough or worthy to correct
me? Hmmph!"
John never was corrected
and, to this day, no one has ever heard of John.
But, after all, this is a REAL Fairy Tale!
* * *
NOTE: The true story of manly John the Baptist and his leadership can
be found in the Gospel of Matthew, including, the following tribute
from Jesus: "Verily, I say unto you, Among them that are born of
women there hath not risen a greater than John the Baptist..."
Matthew 11:11 KJV