The concrete walls were high and unyielding as if they
were trying to keep people out, so I was surprised when I met two friendly men
in white shirts with orange ties. They
looked to be barely 20, yet they were clean shaven, and presented
themselves in such a way that I would have thought them to be much older.
With warmth in his eyes, the shorter one stepped forward
and shook my hand “Hello and welcome.” He said with enthusiasm that could make
one think we were newly acquainted long lost friends. I was taken aback, intrigued. I listened intently as he went on. “We are Recruiters
for The Family of Purity. I am Advisor Johnson and this is Advisor
Peterson.” With that introduction, the
taller man stepped forward and shook my hand.
I wondered at what these young men, barely older than me, had accomplished
to become Advisors. I wondered what The
Family of Purity really was, and if could I become part of it?
I was shocked when Advisor Peterson offered me a tour of
looming compound that stood behind him. Eagerly
I took him up on the offer. They
unlocked the heavy doors to let me in.
There I saw a multitude. Men,
woman and children, all dressed alike in orange jumpsuits. All seemingly with a task at hand, yet they
stopped to greet me with a welcoming handshake and a smile. Momentarily I noticed that I stood out. Dressed casually in a t-shirt and shorts, it
was obvious that I was not one of The Family.
I observed their interactions with each other. Like a family they called each other by their
names, or simply just brother, or sister or father.
As I was taking this all in, and shaking the hands of
those who approached me, the loneliness and emptiness of my life hit me. Before me was family, a chance to belong and find
meaning in my life. I wondered what they
would require of me, but I was willing to give almost anything.
Advisor Johnson broke into my thoughts. “The Family of Purity exists so the all men
might find happiness on this earth, and in the life to come.” His words were a melody to my ear. His song continued when he added “We believe
that you can be happy, like the people here, if you follow simple
commandments. It is our hope that you
give yourself to The Compound, because only in this Family can you find joy.”
“How can I do that?”
I shook with anticipation.
“I have The Pamphlet which you can read, and I trust as
you read it that you will feel the goodness of The Compound and long to be part
of it.” As he said this he pulled a 24
page mini-book out of his pocket and handed it to me. I was taken out of the moment as I lost
myself inside the pages. He was right. This had to be good. How could something with so much unity, with
so much love, be anything but good?
When I was finishing the second page Advisor Peterson
interrupted my thoughts. “You’ll have
plenty of time to study The Pamphlet later.
For now, come, let us show you further into the compound.”
I was torn. I
desired to continue to read the words of The Pamphlet, the words of life, but I
also wanted to see more of the compound.
Slowly I found the strength to but The Pamphlet away and give the Recruiters my full attention.
I followed them in awe as I took in my surrounding. The bright orange jumpsuits stood out against
the muted walls. As we walked towards
the centre of the compound, we passed through a hallway. On either side the grey walls were lined with
men and woman in jumpsuits. Their arms
and legs were chained, bolted into the walls.
“This is a beautiful sight” Advisor Johnson said
confidently to me, but I didn’t see the beauty.
These humans were chained; they were trapped. How could anyone think the suppression of
another was a beautiful thing? Then I
looked upon their faces. They didn’t
look miserable. In fact, they were
smiling, even laughing at times. Advisor
Johnson continued, “These men and women know about the evils of society, and
have chosen to stay away from anything evil.
They are so committed to The Family that they are willing to give their
life. They have no desire to break free
from the chains that entangle them.”
I wouldn’t have been able to believe The Advisor if I
hadn’t seen the faces of The Family Members.
When I looked at the glitter in their eyes and the smile on their faces
I knew that they would have it no other way.
We passed into the core of The Compound.
Here, both men and woman were in cells.
They looked out from between the bars as we passed through. There was a solemn air about the place, and
we spoke not a word as we hurried through.
Once out on the other side, Advisor Peterson explained what I had just
seen.
“Those are the weakest Members of our Family. Though they desire purity, if allowed any
freedom, they fail to obtain it. Still
we love them, so we do all we can to enable them to live the purity they
desire. Inside the cells they face no
temptation. They are safe from the
dangers of this world and the dangers of one’s self.”
“This really is a family” I said amazed at how much they
cared for each other.
“”Yes,” replied Advisor Johnson, “And it is a family of
which we invite you to be a part.”
“What must I do?” I inquired eagerly.
“We invite you to prepare yourself to be born into the
Family of Purity as soon as possible.”
“And how do I prepare?”
I was ready to do anything.
“You must show yourself that you are committed to The Plan of Purity.” Advisor Peterson
counselled “for the next week you must live to the standards of purity as are
outlined in The Pamphlet. Come with us,
we will show you what we have in place to help you.”
We walked towards the exit of The Compound. I noticed for the first time, armed guards
standing at the doorway. They were not
concerning themselves with the people walking into The Compound. They were watching those inside, and I
wondered if they’d let us leave. One of
the guards took a step towards me. I
froze in terror momentarily until I saw the large smile on his face. He offered me a handshake and introduced
himself. I walked into the blazing sun
with The Recruiters. I hadn’t remembered
the sun being so hot that morning.
Along the outside of building there stretched an iron
rod. I hadn’t noticed it on my way
in. Advisor Peterson pulled out
handcuffs from his pocket.
“What’s this about?” I asked.
“We want to help you to stay committed to The Plan of Purity. We invite you to handcuff yourself to this
rod so that you do not give into any temptations and, in so doing, forsake
purity. We hope that in a week’s time
when we come back that we find you pure and ready to be born into our Family”
I took the cuffs and sighed deeply. Slowly, but deliberately I attached one of
the cuffs to the rod and the other to my wrist.
“I believe you,” I told the recruiters as they went on
their way.
“And we believe in you.” They replied.
Then I pulled out The Pamphlet, excited and ready to
learn about The Family of Purity.
