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other day we read old scriptures. Those were the holy books of religions long gone. We studied them to learn from their mistakes, to see why they fell and why we persevered. Our holy book was called the Final Testament , which according to our priests was the final and only true interpretation of God’s will.
    The Final Testament took place around the year 2050 which was the oldest account of a time after the Renaissance. It told the story of the Inquisitor who was raised in an age of sin and destruction. One day, God contacted the Inquisitor, telling him that he is planning to once again eradicate mankind. Being one of the few pure beings left in this world, God chose the Inquisitor as his prophet, and renewed his covenant with man. He gave him the mission to travel through various lands, to select other pure families that would join him on his journey. Heroic deeds glorified this epic journey over hundreds of pages. Before Judgment Day, God led the Inquisitor into a valley, in which he found a vacant castle resting upon a mountain.
    There, man was able to live in peace and harmony until the day he fell for his same old weaknesses. And God in his anger cursed the castle. As a reminder of their sinfulness, he set demons around the valley, so that mankind could never leave until their spirits were pure once again. Every night the demons came into the valley to kill helpless farmers, lumbermen and miners. So it came to pass, that the men ordered the children, women, and elderly to remain inside the castle while they worked alone outside the gates. As their leader, the Inquisitor fought alongside other brave men against the demons. After years of blazing sun, blood, and dirt, their armors had lost their luster and turned into a dull grey. Ever since we called them the Grey Guard, as the ten years of service robbed the luster out of every young man’s eyes.
    “… where then is my hope? Who can see any hope for me? Will it go down to the gates of death? Will we descend together into the dust?” Peter finished reading the passage.
    “Well read, Barber. Tailor you are next,” Father Bartholomew said shortly while looking up from his book through his spectacles.
    “I have a question, father,” I interrupted. “Earlier on Peter read a line that Father Riordan used during the sermon: These men turn night into day; In the face of darkness they say, ‘Light is near.’ I understand that they talk about the cycles of dark and golden ages, but would this mean that it lies in the power of man to bring forth the day, or is it simply a matter of time? ”
    “ Post tenebras Lux. I’m glad to see you paid attention.” He smiled and began, “There has been much conversation among scholars about this passage. With varying translations come various interpretations.” Father Bartholomew responded while getting up from the desk he sat on. His white robe dragged over the monastery floor as he approached me with the book in his hand. “But the answer to your question is a simple counter question: What is the difference? If the time has come and God sees it fit, he will grant certain men the power to bring forth the next golden age. The real question is do we have any power? Or are we merely the chess pieces of God?”
    I observed the middle aged monk move through the rows. “How can we know then,” I asked, “if our actions are led by God or cursed by sin?”
    “Your heart will tell you what is right, Adam,” Father Bartholomew responded clearly. “God has his own ways of communicating with us.”
    “Like the Inquisitor?”
    “The Inquisitor speaks face to face with God,” He replied. “But there are ways that he speaks to us all. Softly, like a whisper.”
    “What happens if you and I heard contradicting whispers from God?”
    “God doesn’t contradict himself,” he answered. “One of us would be wrong.”
    “So, I could do something that you thought was wrong, but actually be of God?” I asked directly.
    Father