The Frog Torturers

On a summer camp for both girl scouts and boy scouts, there was a dark shadow over one of the boy scout tents. It was a tent with five boys in it, three of which were honest. But there were two guys there that had somehow gotten the opportunity of being there as impersonators of ordinary scouts, whom they - but not many others - were not going to attend. One of these two was fat and hardy, the other one was thin and superficial. Both of them were very sneaky.

At one point they had managed to trap a few frogs. “Let's torture them frogs!” the fat guy said with a special type of authority that only he seemed able to have. “Yeah! Let's do that” the thin guy answered with a certainty in his smile, there in order to involve the devil in the context. He very often used this smile, as did his fat buddy often use his special type of authority.

Soon the two evil boys learned that tortured frogs could be manipulated into pretending everybody else, but not their torturers, were bad. Both the thin guy (an advocate of the Devil) and the the fat guy (a reincarnation of the Beast) felt this was something they really wanted. “Perhaps,” said the Devil's advocate, “we could even pretend that it's Jesus who feels the way our stupid torture victims feel! Then perhaps we can scare some people from believing in Him!”

“That's a great idea!” the Beast answered, and the two of them began systematically having the frogs humiliate good people into believing there's not any resurrection in Jesus Christ. Somehow they also managed to seem to be honest themselves, by using the confusion of the good fellows for the sakes of their own superficialities. In this they also honored their own impersonations, by dealing with the guys they pretended to be as if they were the slier ones.

“For the sake of humility,” a female camp manager proclaimed, “we should all proclaim that we don't believe in Jesus Christ, for the sake of making security real about that we don't have to be trapped by those vanities anymore!”

She was talking to three other camp managers, two of which were female. One of those said: “Yeah, I agree!” while the male one bitterly said: “I proclaim that we should instead feel that we are all superb in the sense that Jesus has to be for our sake and only that. Because, if we do so, we can seem to be good and thereby be able to manipulate the kids for the sake of our own power over them.”

The forth person in the company looked at him. She seemed rather cautious about what he said. She looked down to the ground and answered in a fairly low voice: “I assure you we don't really need to involve those who could be into that we should have to be caring and so about the standards that the good have.”

“Let's then,” the one who spoke first said, “honor those guys who pretend to be Arnold and Tobias. Because it's they who proved to me that our humility should be about there not being a Jesus Christ about on this camp. Nor any beliefs in the morals that could spring from such beliefs.”

“Are you sure,” the man asked, “that the kids wouldn't involve Him in it all? We might have to watch it with some of them!”

The woman who was the second to speak responded to him: “Don't worry! We'll manage to humiliate those few who do it!”

In this the two imposter boy scouts saw an opportunity to have it the Devil would be the resurrection for the ones whom the camp leaders chose to humiliate. In time, they said to each other, they would be able to have the good be evil, and then the two of them would perhaps even seem good enough for the ones of the actual church to be glad to befriend them. ...