Elephant in the room

There is this poem about a King who took a bunch of blind men and put them in the same room as an elephant and asked them to tell him what they were touching. One was against his broad and sturdy side and declared that it was surely a wall. Another felt the smooth tusk, pointed at the end and declared it was a spear. The third held the trunk in his hand as it was squirming about and declared it was a great snake. The next felt the big leg and knobbly knee and declared it was surely a tree. The fifth felt the ear of the elephant and said it certainly was a fan. Another grabbed a hold of the tail and said, no, it must be a rope.

The moral of the story is that, in the theological realm, we all argue about God, saying he's one thing or the other and we're all really talking about the same thing. We're all just fighting about "an elephant we've never seen". Basically, it doesn't matter which road you take, they all lead to the same thing.

But there are some thing we fail to recognize about this story.

First, not one of the blind men were right. Trying to figure out blindly what the the elephant was, not a single one of them came to the correct conclusion.

Secondly, they were all correct in their description of the part of the elephant they felt. The problem wasn't in what they felt, but the way in which they interpreted that information.

Third, the only one in the room who could see the whole picture was the King. All the blind men had to do was listen to his explanation to arrive at the correct conclusion. His explanation may not make sense to them, but they need to remember that they are blind. The only way to arrive at the truth of the situation is to have faith in what the King tells them... that they are really touching an elephant.

Now don't get me wrong, I know that doesn't perfectly dispute the idea that all religions are one, but you get the idea right?

I think we're all searching for that elephant in the room. But there's only one way to find him... you gotta have faith in the King. He's the only one that can see the whole picture. Otherwise, we're just a bunch of blind men bumping into each other.