A Parable of Christ and His Church 

By | March 17, 2022

From 1 Corinthians 12:12–26, Ephesians 4:15–16, and Colossians 2:18–19

Once upon a time, there was a heavenly Head. It cleansed a body for itself with blood and would remove the remains of filth in time. The Head guided the body with its authority, spirit, and words. The body listened to the Head, held fast, and grew stronger every day. Individual parts worked in harmony, wisdom for angels to see—hands and feet, eyes and ears, joints and ligaments and all. The body would work and walk as one, eventually perfectly in heaven.

As time went on, some malcontent members used their flesh to form a lifeless head. This wraith robbed the body of life and power and gave it death and decay instead. A monstrosity was born—a Head and a head with a body torn between the two. The eyes looked at worthless things, and the ears listened to a lie. The hands did useless work, and its feet wandered where none should go. Joints and ligaments were snapped, and the body began to falter. It limped, it stumbled, it lurched, it staggered—something alive and dead.

Some members held fast to the Head and repaired others to what they were. Some resisted still and tore the body all the more. The body knew pain, its wounds severe, and the true Head could bear it no longer. It guided its members to cut the malcontents away in order to heal and walk as before. New members replaced the old, and the body carried on.

For the phantom and what remained, it continued as an evil shadow of the Head. Its members claimed it spoke through them, hoping to heal their pain. It spoke of angels, visions, this, and that, but never of the Head. It gave rules and regulations to hide the filth but only hastened its decay. For all the head’s words, it neither nourished nor knit its members together. Instead of growth and harmony and heaven, it gave them rot and death and hell.

The head warred against the Head, ripping apart its body, sometimes taking members for its own. The war became harsher as millennia carried on. Finally, at the end of time, the Head perfected its body. Glorious in strength and power, the Head and body fought as one. The Head and body struck down the phantom and its body, flinging it into fire, never to return. The Head and body entered heaven, and there was peace forevermore.