Once upon a time there was an Emperor who spent all of his money on new clothes. He did not care about his army, and he never went hunting or riding in the country. In fact, the only time he ever went out was to show off a beautiful suit of new clothes.
For every hour of the day, the Emperor had a different outfit-each one finer than the last. And just as other kings and rulers can usually be found in their throne rooms or councils, this Emperor could usually be found in his dressing room, trying on all his clothes.
Life was jolly in the Emperor’s city, and strangers always came from far and wide to visit. One day two swindlers arrived pretending to be weavers. They told all the people they met that they could weave a special cloth, rich in rare colors and designs, which was more beautiful than anyone could imagine. “But even more extraordinary,” they said, “Any person who is not doing his job well, or plain stupid, cannot see this marvelous cloth at all!”
“H-m-m,” thought the Emperor, “It would be truly wonderful to have clothes made of that cloth. Why just by wearing them I could find out which of my officials are not fit for their jobs. I could even tell clever people from fools. I must have some of that cloth at once!”
So the Emperor gave the two swindlers a large sum of money and told them to begin weaving the cloth immediately. The two swindlers promptly hid the money in their room in the tower, where they set up two very large weaver’s looms. They sent for great quantities of precious gold and silk thread. These they also hid in their trunk. Then they sat down and pretended to work at the looms
After several days and nights with no word from the weavers, the Emperor began to grow curious about the progress of the cloth. But rather than go and see it himself, he decided to send his trusted Prime Minister. He was a very sensible man, and no one in the empire knew his job better than he did.
When the Prime Minster saw the empty looms, he could hardly hide his surprise. He did not see any cloth, of course, there was no cloth to see. “Surely I’m not stupid!” he thought. “Perhaps I am not fit for my job. Oh, what if the Emperor finds out?”
“Well,” exclaimed the weavers at last, “Do you like the cloth?” “O-h-h,” stammered the Prime Minister. “It is absolutely beautiful!” The two weavers smiled, named all the colors, and described the designs to him. The old Prime Minister listened closely. How else could he tell the Emperor what the cloth looked like?
Now the sly weavers demanded more money, and more quantities of gold and silk thread. Then they hid everything in their trunk and went on working day and night, weaving at the empty looms.
The Emperor soon sent another official to check on the cloth. Of course, he did not see any cloth. But he certainly could not admit to being a fool! So he, too, pretended to admire it. And he listened very carefully, as the weavers described it. Then he hurried to tell the Emperor all about the cloth.
By now the whole city was buzzing with talk about the wonderful new cloth. The Emperor could not wait any longer. He had to see the cloth himself. With a flock of his trusted officials he went to the weavers’ room, where those two clever rascals were still at their empty looms.
“Isn’t it magnificent, Your Majesty?” cried the two officials who had already seen it. They pointed to the empty looms, for they were quite sure that everyone could see the cloth. “This is terrible!” thought the Emperor. “Am I so stupid? Could it be that I’m not fit to be Emperor?”
Noting could make the Emperor admit that he could not see the cloth. “It’s the most beautiful cloth I’ve ever laid my eyes on!” he exclaimed.
All his trusted officials quickly nodded their heads. “Gorgeous! Lovely! Superb!” they all said.
The Emperor gave the swindlers medals of high honor. He gave them titles, too. Each would be called Sir Weaver.
Then the Emperor ordered the weavers to make new clothes out of the cloth. He wanted to wear them at a royal procession scheduled for the end of the week.
The weavers worked all through the night, burning more than sixteen candles, so the whole city would know how hard they were trying to get the cloth ready.
They made a great show of taking the cloth off the looms. They cut at the air with huge pairs of scissors. They sewed the cloth that wasn’t there with thread that wasn’t there. At last they announced that the Emperor’s clothes were finished.
The Emperor and his highest nobles went to collect the new clothes. And as the weavers held out their empty hands, the nobles all cried. “O-b-b-b” and, “A-b-b-b!”
“Here are the trousers, Your Highness,” said the weavers. “And here is the shirt, the vest and the robe. The train is so light you will feel as if you have nothing on. That is the beauty of this cloth.”
The Emperor quickly took off his clothes and the swindlers pretended to fit the new ones. They pulled threads here and stuck pins there. And as they pretended to put on each piece, the Emperor admired himself in the mirror. “My what a marvelous fit,” he said.
“What rare colors! What magnificent designs!” cried all the highest nobles. Finally the Emperor turned around once more in front of the mirror. “I’m ready for the procession!” he cried.
The two clever swindlers had a good laugh as they got ready to leave the city. The nobles who were to carry the train were clutching the air. Neither dared to admit that he couldn’t see the Emperor’s clothes.
And so the Emperor walked through the city under a magnificent canopy. and all the people cried, “Oh!’ and, “Ah!” “The Emperor’s new clothes are splendid!”
Not one person was willing to say that he was stupid or unfit for his job. Each pretended the Emperor’s clothes were a great success.
“But he doesn’t have anything on!” cried one little child in the crowd.
“Just listen to the voice of the innocent!” said the father, trying to hush his child.
Whispers began to buzz about: “A child says the Emperor has nothing on.” “Yes” cried all the people at last. “He doesn’t have anything on!”
The Emperor’s heart almost stop beating. He new the child was right. But he thought, “The procession must go on.” So he stood a little straighter, and walked a little faster. And the nobles hurried to keep up with him, carrying a train that wasn’t even there. (source:”The Emperor’s New Clothes”-Hans Christian Anderson)
It’s our nature to imagine something that we are not. Determined to convince our selves that it isn’t so, even though it is. And who, do you think is most like Anderson’s Emperor? None other than most churches in modern day America. Which explains the following, “For what happens to the sons of man also happens to animals; one thing befalls them, as one dies, so dies the other. Surely, they all have one breath; man has no advantage over animals, for all is vanity. All go to one place. All are from the dust. Who knows the spirit of the sons of men, which goes upward, and the spirit of the animal which goes down to the earth? So I perceived that nothing is better than that a man should rejoice in his own works, for that is his heritage. For who can bring him to see what will happen after him?” Ecclesiastes 3:19-22.
Certainly; all on this earth, all is vanity. And it’s better that humanity should rejoice in their own works; absent deceit, for that is his portion. For who shall be after him, asked Solomon? They call that social evolution by exiting this world in better shape than the way one entered it. Because what shall follow, if this world evolves as swindlers. And others needing to be shamed, before the truth is admitted. Hopefully; you have noticed that America is becoming a land of swindlers, with the Emperor hoping not to be shamed by Christendom.
The answer comes from Jeremiah. “The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked; who can know it? I, the LORD, search the heart, I test the mind, even to give every man according to his ways, and according to the fruit of his doings. As a partridge that broods but does not hatch, so he who gets riches, but not by right; it will leave him in the midst of his days, and at his end he will be a fool,” Jeremiah 17:9-11.
Now we know that God will empty that palace called America. But that still leaves a vacuum for the return of more swindlers. With one of them emerging as the nations Emperor. Unless Christendom gets its act together and becomes the salt that flavors the land. By reclaiming that city on a hill shinning with the brightness of Jesus Christ.