by June Griffin

In 1892, USA v. Trinity, a famous and important supreme Court decision was handed down. It seems that some johnny-come-lately's had raised the question as to whether we were a Christian nation. The Court, after reviewing documents, deeds, and thousands of writings and papers from 1620, reaffirmed without a doubt that this is a Christian nation. These same nay-sayers fostered feeble-minded offspring who made the same challenge, and in the 1950's, President Eisenhower stated that in order to reaffirm our Christian heritage, he was signing the order entering the words UNDER GOD into our Pledge of Allegiance to our national banner. Reaffirming. Key word.

Of course our enemies don't give up in their pursuit to secularize our great nation, knowing full well that if God is with us, who can be against us? So, one year later, in 1893, a liberal-minded Presbyterian called up his worldly friends and invited them to a plush conference in Chicago called "The World Parliament of Religions." The purpose of this Parliament  was to invite the eastern religions to come look us over and determine that, after all, we were just like them. It was also declared that America really had no God, but rather was a Greek society, founded on Greek and Roman principles. Wrong.

Another product of this Parliament was the hyphenation of two opposite religions, thus they tossed out the appealing siamese twin vernacular: Judeo-Christian. This highly intellectual gathering established through the press and the collegiate world a new and broader view, lowering us to the baser elements of fake religions and planting a seed of confusion propagating like dandelions in the wind.

A hundred years later, 1993, at the Palmer Hilton Hotel in Chicago, another posh establishment, the anniversary of the World Parliament gathered up its hippies and other oddities from the liberal trashpile of the world and had its party. Dancing girls and pizza, witches and clergy, all getting along so well together with a central theme: the only way to conquer the good ole USA was to pour out guilt because of what we did to the poor Indians. The brochure read: "the sole threat to the unity of the world religions is the fundamental, Bible-believing Christian." Thus the Sole Threat Society was formed. Bible-believers are not so easily put down.

Every party needs music and a Tennessee reporter-lady who went to this particular party  decided to play the grand piano which sat in the huge lobby. She chose to play "Love Lifted Me." Parliament disciples liked classical music, that wind of intellectual clime which transcends jungle chants and mournful ballads so that everyone was friendly and forgot their differences, abandoned their national allegiances and religious priestcraft. But when "Love Lifted Me" and "All Hail the Pow'r of Jesus' Name" was heard, it brought a bevy of attendants rushing to shut down this divisive noise. Ain't it odd that everyone gets along so well, until the Sole Threat Society plays a little hymn or two?

The icing on the Parliament cake was to present environmentalism as an appealing religion and in order to facilitate this religion, it would be necessary for everyone to volunteer to serve the Earth in some sort of religious capacity, say, for example, the large corporations would be tax-exempt in their pursuit of a pristine environment, they would be a kind of benevolent charity, under the prestigious 501-c-3 shelter of the IRS, in helping out Mother Earth. One unthinking disciple of the Parliament blurted out, "Well, how will we be paid, in hugs or what?" No real dedication here, we see. The little thing wanted to be paid. How unloving!

Communism has its disciples yet, and its adversary is the Sole Threat Society.