Jay lived on an island with a large tribe. His complex culture had evolved over the centuries and included religious practices that were also complex, and at times, difficult to understand. Jay didn’t think too much about it. He just followed the culture’s lead and worshiped in a similar fashion to the vast majority of his tribe. He worshiped many gods, as did most of his tribesmen. Not even knowing the gods’ names, he just followed the rest of the tribe and made his sacrifices like everyone else.
He did at times wish life could be simpler. Worshipping so many gods kept him busy. They constantly harassed him, wanting attention, demanding he sacrifice for them. They all yanked him about like a fish on a hook. Though he didn’t know their names, he could feel their pull. There was the god of Others’ Opinion. The god of “Jay is in Control.” He was closely related to the god “Have it My Way.” Then there were Appetite and Desire gods, and their very powerful relative, Lust. The Fame god, Pleasure god, Power, Riches & Security god . . . the list was way too long.
On his stroll through the streets of Manhattan, Jay walked past the Madison Avenue Baptist Church. He was thinking about his to-do list and the sacrifices the gods were demanding this week when the joyous singinging of the worshipers in the church caught his attention. He took a quick glance at the church sign. “Love the Lord God with all your heart. No one can serve two masters,” it said. He stopped for a moment and pondered the meaning of it. What a simple minded bunch, he thought. Did they not know about all the other gods? As he resumed his walk, his thoughts went back to his to-do list and the sacrifices all the gods required. His shoulders slumped a bit and his once purposeful steps degenerated into a slow shuffle. Life would be so much more peaceful, so much more joyful, if I could serve only one god, he thought.