Behind my parents’ house in Southern Maine sprawls a large stand of blackberry bushes. You can go there in August and fill a pail with blackberries the size of your thumb.
If you go, you’ll see last year’s brown, thorn-studded canes jutting like broken arms among today’s giraffes of greener growth. I used to spend many a summer evening cutting paths between those briars. Thorns tugged at my sleeves or swiped like cat claws across my back. The tang of crushed berries mingled with the scents of earth and mown grass. Intoxicating.
But this bucolic scene masks a graveyard. In the morning—when the sun lies low in the east—dew sparkles on the leaves and you can see spider webs hung like fishing nets between the brambles. Large black garden spiders stalk the edges of these flattened chandeliers. Each pretty web holds its midnight catch of silk-wrapped flies.
Lies that bind.
Every cult has its deadly web. Deceptive threads that stick and make it hard to leave.
Cult leaders often insinuate themselves into an environment where people seem young and naïve, or are looking for cosmic significance and assurance of relationship with God.
Perhaps the leader uses seminary credentials to woo and to wow the people. They incarnate the assurance and power of God into their own person. They learn to speak with unquestioned, unhesitating authority. The clarion call of their doctrine and the charisma of their presence seem to create a cocoon from the chaos of the world.
A cult leader believes that he or she is right—believes it with a sincere arrogance that begs no question. He convinces his followers that God has anointed him with a special spirit of wisdom so rare that he alone has unfettered access to the truth. She weaves a web of doctrinal deception stronger than steel. Then she casts it wide and lets it fall to one side or the other of the truth—a little to the left or a little to the right—since the truth of God’s Word is her counterfeit’s best bait.
Sincere people hit these tangled teachings: they hit, stick, and struggle. The cult leader soothes them with layers of silk; wraps their souls in gauze so strong they cannot break free. The leader lets them see the light of God’s Word and makes them forget about the web. People tangle together until young and old, families and singles, are all caught in the same interpretive framework of deception. Some will immediately cease to kick. Others may require more biblical threads to soothe their troubled minds.
For the few who keep struggling, the cult leader injects a little venom. He mixes silk with poison and lets his followers feel his teeth. Perhaps the cult leader calls questioning followers rebellious or heretical. He might preach early and often on spiritual authority—according to his own distorted conception of it.
One struggling soul can send tremors through the whole web. For this reason, cult leaders despise dissenters. If “rebels” will not be silent, the leader cuts them loose from the web. That way, the troublemaker will no longer infect others with their resistance.
After the cult leader has quelled dissent, he or she will remain unchallenged—a gorged spider surrounded by mummified souls.
She will suck the life out of them at her leisure—they will feed her ego for years.
Lies that bind.
Do you feel caught in a web of lies? Is your life berries by day and spider-silk by night? Ask God to shine his light on your beliefs–to expose any lies or distorted thinking–and to help you break free from the lies that bind.
Very well chosen word pictures. This helps those of us who have had no exposure to cult leadership. Unfortunately, I have friends who are part of the Wells Church and therefore appreciate your insights.
Great analogy of the cult drawing in and binding “its” prey. I have a difficult time understanding how folks can get caught up in them, but this writing helped me to understand a little better. Praise the LORD for your discovery of truth and life, and your gift and ministry to help understand and expose the cult. Praying for our friends now in bondage by the Wells, TX group.
a thorn by any other name
hurts just as much.
every religion is a cult.’
we dont even need religion per-se.
culture is enough.
monkey brains are considered a delicacy in some parts of the world.
corn is considered animal feed, and locals would never think of eating it, in others.
kneeling down to pray to 2 sticks of wood nailed together to form a cross
or praying to a cow, i dont see the difference.
in the USA we have decided to live in a culture decided by all.
in that respect, we must live in this culture to prosper
and to share relationships and family
but, usually ones religion, belief in god, or no belief in a god
is respected by society, and hopefully by the family you were born into.
We tend to follow the religion and god of our parents and society.
so much so, that it has less to do with the real beliefs, than it has to do with conforming to the “NORM”.
and every single one of us thinks ours is true, and the others fake.
To me it seems the more one is expected to conform to a certain religion, the more people rebel to not do so.
and i dont know the exact statistics, but besides land, i think most wars were started over religion.
George Bush said god told him to invade Iraq.
that hasnt worked out so well.