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The Parable of the Unknowing Boy


Jobab awoke and looked around him, brushing the sand from his face. He now remembered falling asleep outside his hut after a long day of swimming, fishing and prising shell fish off the rocks. He had taken some for himself and given the rest to his father further up the hill. He looked out across the endless sea, with its white tops eventually pounding against this rocky outcrop he called home. Black clouds and lightning threatened, whilst trees bowed to the strong wind. There would be no fishing today.

Picking up a fallen coconut, he cracked it open and drank from it as he sat leaning against a tree and wondered what he would do today. It was a strange life he led. Time passed easily, although he had no idea of time passing, until his father told him to put a mark on what he called the moon tree for every full moon of his life. Jobab had just noticed that the markings now on the tree were equal to the number of the fingers on his hand and toes on his feet, five times over.

His island they called Uzal, apparently after some distant relative. The elders of his island used to tell Jobab of the long ages past when his forefathers first found themselves on this island. To Jobab, all the stories sounded very strange. They used to point him to the moon rocks ( rock faces were used for large time spans) where the markings were countless, filling one rock face after another. When he ask them about the water all around the island, they told him of the water legend - how at one time water covered the whole earth and that the god's had somehow placed them on this island. To Jobab, Uzal was his whole world. He did not understand all the legends told, nor his own father, rarely feeling at ease when with him.

Although there were plenty of people on the island, he was very lonely, and sometimes quite sad. He didn't really know why. Empty feelings plagued him and strange conflicts were going on within. Sometimes, time spent with friends made him feel better. At other times he could not find any nice feelings or thoughts in his heart. To Jobab that was life - a great mixture of emotions that he did not fully understand.

He would often walk around the island, looking far out to sea, but never seeing anything to indicate what lay beyond. The island was a rocky mass with sandy soils and luxuriant growth. He wondered how his people had first come to the island, so inhospitable was its shoreline. Jobab just thought his people had always been there.

His heart used to glow when he saw the beauty of his world. Tall trees and dense forest would sometimes break open into clearings used as vegetable gardens. He could then see the sky with wonderful white cloud formations flying above him across the clearing. Sometimes, large sea birds would flash across the sky on the wind, whilst others in the forest would welcome each day in song. He loved the singing of the birds. Uzal was also abundant in colorful flowers and trees. It all made him feel he was enjoying his life. It seemed to give him good thoughts and nice warm feelings. There were even animals that would snuggle up to him as he sat and reflected on his life. He liked the natural world. It brought him great joy, different to most other things that went on deep inside of him.

There was one place on the island he did not like. It was where they burned people when they could no longer move or speak. Muwth was the word he heard used when someone was burnt. The ash heaps in that part of the island were quite high from centuries of use. He wondered how many had passed that way. He tried not to go there and became frightened whenever he knew there was to be another burning. His father or the elders never really explained it to him. It was just another mystery of his island home.

Jobab had an older brother as well as a younger sister. His mother had been burnt just after his sister's birth. It would come to the eldest brother in his father's family to carry on the tradition of acting as chief of all affairs on the island. His elder brother used to spend time with his father almost every day, learning the secrets of being chief and how to uphold the traditions and rules over all people living on Uzal. His elder brother never ever told Jobab what he learnt from his father.

Apart from spending time with friends his own age, and collecting or catching some food each week, Jobab did more or less what he wanted. He used to spend countless hours wandering the island, exploring and admiring the mountainous terrain. Mostly his thoughts were peaceful as he enjoyed the beauty around him. But if he ever thought about his father, a tinge of fear would steal up on him. He was frightened of being like his father. His father seemed to allow him to live as he liked, but Jobab always felt some hidden control that made him do as his father wanted him to.
Jobab wanted to believe he was free to do as he wished but somehow knew deep down, that as hard as he might try, he was under the control of this man and could not do anything about it. At the same time he felt independent and able to do what he liked. He was puzzled by that feeling of conflict and sometimes felt like escaping. Surely whoever or whatever had caused him and the others to be on this island, would have organized life so that they might live at peace with themselves. At least Jobab thought so. Perhaps a madman had done all this! It was not right somehow.

It was not as though his father treated him harshly, although he did expect him to collect or catch all his own food. The island was run like that. Although there were no rules - there were rules that seemed to operate automatically without anyone mentioning them - like an unseen force. He knew his father often talked with the elders. They were an aloof secretive group and no one knew much about them, except that if they spoke, no one ever questioned what they decreed. Jobab used to wonder about his father's relationship with them. Because they seemed in awe of him, he assumed that his father was the most important person on the island - a sort of ruler. His elder brother continued to be secret about his life and Jobab just knew to never ever question him on these matters.

Jobab's life seemed timeless to him. The only way he knew anything about time passing was by keeping up his markings on the moon tree with each full moon, as his father had instructed him from a young age. One day, after Jobab had dutifully recorded the latest full moon, he checked to see how many moons he had now lived. To his surprise he could put every finger on both hands and every toe on his feet in the markings ten times over. He noticed that his body had developed and he was now nearly the same size as other adults.

One day, Jobab heard the noise of many voices shouting very loudly. He ran to the top of the cliff face to see a great crowd of people staring intently out to sea. In the distance, almost imperceptible, was a dark mark on the horizon, very gradually moving across it. Initially, everyone was very excited, but as they watched, they became quieter, just staring in amazement at this strange sight and talking among themselves. They had never ever seen anything like this before. As they watched, the black mark on the horizon seemed to get larger and a small wisp of smoke was visible above this strange and scary thing. When his father arrived to look, he heard him telling the elders group, that although no one had ever seen this before, there had been legends about such things carrying men over the wide sea. Before today no one had really believed it. Gradually this black mark on the horizon began to get smaller, eventually vanishing altogether.

Over the next few days, Jobab heard many people still talking excitedly about what had happened. They had begun to wonder if there were other people like them and how they lived out there on their floating island. Jobab wondered that if other people like them did exist, then perhaps someone among them might have some idea of how to get rid of this internal conflict that constantly worried him. Was there another person (he thought) that might be able to take away the hidden control his father had over everyone on Uzal. Mind you, Jobab had never ever heard anyone talk about these things. Most other people seemed so intent on their every day survival, that they never ever had time to contemplate the nature or quality of life. People seemed isolated from each other, as though they were individuals all quietly warding off some hidden foe or disease. It was indeed a strange place to live, but Jobab knew that he had to accept what his life was. He could not escape to any other place. As far as he knew, no other place existed anyway, despite the smoking object on the horizon. Uzal was all there was in his world.

One day Jobab wandered much further than usual and found himself on a far corner of Uzal where people did not normally go. This part of Uzal was also quite mountainous and the forest foliage very thick. At one stage he thought he was lost, but just as he thought that he came out into a bright sunny clearing. He was amazed to see the remains of a garden. It was now well overgrown. Jobab guessed it would have been many moons since it had been cultivated. Near the edge of the clearing he noticed an old hut. Entering through the thatched doorway and squinting in the relative darkness, he was shocked at what he saw. There lay the bones of a person. He was frightened and wanted to run outside again into the clear sunlight, but was too curious to do that straightaway. Looking more carefully he noticed that the bones still had some small fragments of skin attached, although all the persons hair had gone. Jobab just stood and stared as he took in the whole scene. He noticed some pieces of parchment on a small table. There was one piece much thicker, which still seemed intact, although very dusty. Brushing away the dust, he noticed some markings on one side of the thick paper. He did not recognize the markings. He wondered what H...O...L...Y...B...I..B..L..E. might mean. Near this was two pieces of wood, one part tied across the other with thonging.

Jobab had never heard of anyone living this far from the main settlements, so all this was quite a mystery to him. He wondered how he could find out about this person and the strange things he had found there. He resolved to ask someone back near his hut, but did not know who to ask. He pondered on this as he gradually made his way back home.

A few days after he returned he decided to ask the father of one of his friends about the person's bones he had discovered. When he asked him, he noticed the man's face fill with fear. He whispered to Jobab that this man had been an outcast from the main village because, according to Jobab's grandfather (still alive at that time) he believed some strange things. The old man, whose name was Enos, had lived there for some time before Jobab had been born. His friend's father told him that there had been something special about Enos. He had been different to all other people on the island. They had all noticed his very peaceful nature - nothing ever seemed to bother him. He used to spend a lot of time reading a very thick book. Some people liked him because of his wonderful friendly nature and wisdom, but others, especially Jobab's grandfather had hated him and had sent him out of the village. Once they tried to kill him, but he vanished. His friend's father warned Jobab not to mention his discovery to his father or the elders, because they had been taught to hate Enos.

He told Jobab that Enos had been well known for having a lot of knowledge and special wisdom, particularly about the legend of a flood that had killed many people on earth and of a God who had created the earth and all things in it. According to Enos, after this flood, the few men remaining, gradually spread themselves out across the larger world. Jobab wondered how large this world might be.

Jobab was stunned. He had thought that Uzal was all there was. So that object that he had seen on the water had really come from another place. There were other people after all! Jobab thought how wonderful it would have been to have talked to Enos. He might have been a person who would have understand his conflicting thoughts and feelings. Jobab felt very sad and went home to his hut and cried himself to sleep because he felt like he had lost a best friend. He resolved to find out more about Enos, because he might have been a person who could have helped Jobab with his problems.

During that night there was a severe storm and a lightning bolt broke off the trunk of a nearby tree. It fell and smashed Jobab's hut into matchwood as he slept. Later that day, as he watched the funeral pyre burn, his father's face was unmoved, apart from a slight smile, unnoticed by others.

The End

What do you think this parable might mean to you in your life at this time in history? It is really worth while to think about it.

When you have thought about it for a while, then read on.


The Parable of the Unknowing Boy explained.

The meaning has serious implications for the well-being and lives of all men, women and children beyond the age of accountability. Man, and particularly modern man is mostly quite ignorant of the spiritual basis of life, believing that they themselves control their own destiny. Nothing could be further from the truth.

Those with some spiritual understanding will know something of what the parable is meant to convey. For others, this is what it means.

1 Jobab is representative of many men and women on earth today . He had no real knowledge or awareness of the reality of God and spiritual things, only recognizing what was visible. Jobab did not know these things - nor do most people living today. Those who do are often ridiculed for their "strange" ideas.

2 Uzal represents the world we live in - planet Earth. Jobab did not know or understand the powers in control of Uzal. Modern man does now know or understand who runs this present world ( i.e. Satan - under God's control).

3 Jobab eventually dies in his ignorance of Christ. God, Bible, as will men and women now living. Men and women today are just as ignorant as Jobab, or if not, have closed their minds to the truth.

4 Through Enos, Jobab did have some contact with the life of a godly person, but that may have been insufficient for him to get to know Creator God. Jobab had no chance to meet the author of eternal life, to be sure of gaining it and eventually live in heaven when his earthly life ended.Fortunately for modern men and women the truth is readily available. However, the pressures of modern life and the distractions of the media and its mistruths, give mankind little time or motivation to find and examine truth.

5 Jobab thought he could live by his own rules, but in reality, and especially because he was his father's son, he was subject to the laws of his father, who in the parable represents the devil, otherwise known as Satan. Present day men are also subject to Satan, but do not know this and unknowingly follow his will. People today think they are independent selves and not under anyGod, but in fact are under one (Satan) or the Other (The true Father God in Heaven).

6 Jobab was in fact a son of the ruler of his world - the island Uzal. Satan is is permitted temporary rule over this world and its peoples by God.

6 Jobab's father was training up others, including his eldest son and the elders to continue their dominance over their people. The people were quite unaware of this. Everything seemed normal to them, although as we saw, Jobab had some awareness of the evil controlling him. Jobab's father was the generational ruler of Uzal. Satan is the generational ruler of this world. Consequently there is an ever present demonic presence who continues to have mastery over many of the world's peoples.

7 Enos had been the only one on the island who knew the real truth about life and death, studying it from his blessed scriptures. Because he knew his real Father (Creator God) and was subject to Him, he had stopped being subject to Jobab's grandfather, the evil generational ruler of the island at that time. Enos therefore had not been subject to the strange conflicts experienced by Jobab. Men and women today can have that same assurance of peace and wisdom as Enos experienced.

Questions for you to consider.

Do you have some similar conflicts to Jobab?

Do you understand their source?

Do you have knowledge of the reality of God and spiritual things?

Are you in the dark about these things?

Do you know who runs this world?

Who is your master, Satan or God?

Like Jobab, are you going to die without knowing the truth about life and death?

Do you want the truth that Enos had?

If you want look for some answers to some of these things you could:

1 Start to read your bible. If you don't have one, there are plenty of internet sites where you can read a bible online. For a start, read the New Testament, followed by Genesis, Psalms, Proverbs and Ecclesiastes.

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Ken Walker