Shortly
after I had read a number of books by New Age leaders or about the movement, we
were visiting our families in the Netherlands.
After a few weeks we took the train to Schiphol International Airport
(outside Amsterdam). Somewhere on this
trip a young woman, sitting across from me, tried to start a conversation. Apparently, she was encouraged by the fact
that we were conversing in the English language.
I explained
that we were Dutch Canadians, and she shared she lived in Norway. She was on
her way home after attending a New Age conference. She was obviously excited about the
experiences gained at this event. I told
her that I was a Christian, and that I was somewhat familiar with the movement. I told her that I agreed with the New Age on
the existence of a (highly relevant) spiritual reality, and that it is possible
to communicate with it. Apparently she
was not so familiar with the source of New Age ‘knowledge’, so I told her what I
had learned about the topic, regarding mediums and shamans, séances and spirit-revelations. Yet, I also shared my concern: In what way
can we test the spirits whether they are good and true? Apparently there also exist deceiving spirits
who seek to use humans for their own intentions, eventually bringing them and
others to lose their responsibility and perhaps even their identity. She told me that at times she shared that
fear; perhaps she was not yet totally convinced by the New Age teaching or in
the grip of its power. So, I told her
that the Bible claims to be the tool to test the spirits to see whether they
are from our Father-God.
Next, I shared
my concern about the New Age perspective on human life in the scope of the
wellbeing of the planet. As ‘the devil’s
advocate’, I painted a scenario, based on the doctrine of “the whole is greater
than its parts”.
‘The time
may come that the global environment will be on the brink of disaster, or at
least that the majority of humankind has been persuaded to think so. When this happens, populations will rise up
against their governments, realizing how their leaders have refused to put the wellbeing
of the planet before their personal interests and the economic interests of
their own nations. Millions will rise up
in the belief that if their leaders refuse to do the right thing, surely they
themselves must do the right thing and take radical action to protect our
Mother Earth.’
I looked at
her; she nodded. So, I continued…
‘At a
time like this, I believe, New Age will show its true colors. Since the whole is greater than the parts,
and the wellbeing of the planet is far more important than the lives of human beings… Since death for those who rape Mother Earth
would serve the survival of the planet and prevent their further accumulation
of bad karma, we should terminate the lives of those who have persistently
contributed to large-scale destruction and exploitation.’
She frowned.
She was not ready to use violence … Not yet…
‘Look, I realize that this is new to you. But think: When the planet’s enemies cross
over to the spirit world, this would make them repentant and desiring –in their
next life- to undo the evils of their past… So, perhaps the time has come to ‘forcefully
reform’ those who threaten the planet’s life: the oil barons and those in government
who support them, the business people who know about the destructive nature of
their industries, and all those who live as if their personal wealth gives
licence to exploit the planet and to steal from future generations! Furthermore, this would give a clear warning
signal for other global citizens, as we educate them to be good children of our
Mother Earth.’
She looked
more relaxed now. Perhaps she was buying
into my scheme.
I reminded
her that I was a Christian. I shared
with her the Bible’s perspective that we have a Father-God, who has made each one
of us in His Image. He loves us, and He
cares for us. And because of our special
connection with Him, each human life is precious in His sight. There are some things that I am prepared to
die for, but I hope I never have the audacity to murder one of His children- deciding
in my arrogance who should not be worthy to live.
The train
slowed down; fellow passengers began to get up and take their belongings. In
just another moment we would arrive at Schiphol International Airport, the
terminal of the line.
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