NOTE: Differences between the concepts of Soul and Spirit, both words used to denote the life force of a person, are categorized elsewhere. This item focuses on the human spirit given us by God as opposed to the animal soul the earth provides.The observer met a man named Feliz in West Texas—"Felix" in American vernacular—a genial older fellow surrounded by a small town of angry little people all wanting to get theirs.
The tale of Felix—
In Felix's territorial-style 2-story house were 3 adjoining upper rooms. Showcased in the center of the center room was a sturdy podium-cum-altar with a large Bible opened upon it where he had turned the room into a shrine of sorts. I don't recall the page to which the Bible was opened, but beneath it were scattered melted candles and all sorts of carved Santos (saintly figurines).Having researched the selling-of-one's ‘soul’ to a devil—something we've all heard about—it seemed that if a devil already claims people as being his chattel, then perhaps the person selling his/her s
In the evening after dinner, the family then told me Felix's story. Everyone knew it but only one told it, and Felix only silently nodded along.
Felix had traveled to California when younger to escape the poverty of his West Texas surroundings. Finding easy work as chauffeur and confidante to a wealthy type there, he lived not just nicely but very well. Drink, women and pocket money were all his.
But as the job wore on, Felix noticed his boss becoming increasingly uneasy. One day after asking if everything was all right, his boss confided m in him.
'Do you know how I became so wealthy?' the boss asked pointedly. Felix answered that he'd never given it much thought, but figured the boss was simply a shrewd businessman. The boss then leveled with him, saying ...'I sold my soul to the devil.'
Of course Felix demurred but the rich man assured him it was so. And he added that the pre-arranged time for his soul to be collected was close in coming.
Felix didn't know how to take this. But the boss, apparently seeing his consternation added that Felix had been a good buddy and that he wanted Felix to be there with him when the time came. 'Oh, nobody will bother you,' the boss assured Felix, 'but I want you to see what I got myself into so you never do likewise.'
So on the appointed day, Felix waited things out with his increasingly nervous boss.
And within time, two men burst into the room in which they were sitting, clothed all in black and with Felix never able to see their dark faces, but that they then proceeded to beat the living hell out of his boss, but never touching him.
And Felix, with instructions to not interfere, sat frozenly with frightened fingers gripping the seat of his chair until the two men drug his boss's mangled body from the room, its torn tongue trailing the floor.
From that point scared religious, Felix then returned to West Texas where he settled down to marry and raise a family. And keep a private chapel.
It wouldn't have been a bad life except, unfortunately, Felix's sister was a witch—a Bruja ("Brew-Ha")—who lived to cause trouble.
A seminarian nephew staying with Felix reported his witch auntie burying chicken entrails in the corner of the yard at midnight, which he, thinking protected by his religion, would dig up and laughingly rubbish.
Later as a pastor though, this same nephew was forever in trouble at every little church he operated, forced to escape from one congregation to another to clear his name, until finally getting out of the business altogether.
And of course the evil sister kept reporting Felix for feigned crimes and so forth. On a west-Texas ride-along, Felix's cop nephew introduced me to the witch's son, his cousin, locked-up in the county jail. And so their family went on-and-on in never-ending chaos while faithfully attending church to pray, over and over again.
I felt sorry for Felix but was gratified that at least he'd accepted his rescue/return by God's savior Joshua, even though his church took credit for it. But at least, even if he had figuratively traveled the bumpy, drama-filled religious road everybody thinks is their due; at the very least he was quite-likely going back to heaven. I hope.
It figured then, that if such a person was still undecided about returning to heaven—if still a fence-sitter—and made a deal for worldly wealth (as our Lord was offered by Lucifer only to refuse), wouldn't that constitute the selling-out of a
Isn't that what Job's so-called friends wanted him to do when they said he should 'curse God and die?' Is that how Lucifer would have owned Job otherwise? And didn't the Son-of-God Joshua say that blaspheming God is the only thing preventing a return to heaven?
Well, it's obvious that Lucifer and his minions have blasphemed God and are not returning. And it's obvious that they want us to do the same and stay here with them, to be held responsible for mankind’s woes, so as to be unmade by God just as they expect to be unmade.
So perhaps it looks like each one of us on this earth has the option of accepting Joshua's authority or going to the devil, which is the weighty consideration behind the verse;
“For what shall it profit a man if he shall gain the whole world and lose his ownSorry, but if you've blasphemed God, there is no going back to him. Not that you'll care anyway. Butfor those afraid of such happenings -- No, no one can sell your
soul[spirit]?” (Matt. 16:26; Mark 8:36; Luke 9:25, abridged).