Ia
and his disciples came upon a large market which was being held in a
square near the center of a small village. Residents from all the
nearby villages had brought their wares to be sold at stalls which
the host village rented for a modest price. In addition to the stalls
brimming with goods, a number of men and women dressed as priests
sermonized at the edges of the market square. These preachers wore
expensive, well-made clothing which was the envy of the poorer
villagers, and the villagers listened closely to what the preachers
said because the preachers claimed that the villagers, too, could
escape their dreary existence.
Ia's
disciple Creassin asked Ia, 'Holy One, how is it that all these men
and woman could claim to possess the solution to the problem these
villagers face?'
Ia
responded by saying, 'Different paths might lead to the same
destination.' Then he bade his disciples, 'Now listen closely to the
promises they shout.'
Ia's
disciples did as asked, and they found to their amazement that all
these priests of differing faiths, despite using somewhat different
words, echoed the same promises. These promises did not come from a
place of genuine altruism, but offered only the merest hints of
salvation before the preachers diverted from the topic and solicited
donations for their church, which the gathered villagers eagerly
provided.
'Why
do you not stop them, Holy Ia?' Creassin asked. 'Will you allow these
villagers to lose all they have worked hard to earn to such
charlatans?'
'These
villagers pay what they desire to hear these words, even if they are
empty and without greater or further meaning. They pay the price now,
in coin, and they will pay the price later, when they are thrust
through Danimoth's Gate without having attained any measure of
redemption.'
'Should
we not try to change their ways and offer them a means of salvation
we know to be real?'
'They
cheerily chase words of little weight, but have no will to hear or
heed those which form messages of true importance. Your time and
energy is spent better elsewhere.'
So
Ia and his disciples quickly passed through that small village and
left it behind them.
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