11 of 1 (Chapter 1)
The day had finally arrived. The day I had been looking forward to. I had bought a new house, and it was time to move in. I was excited, and as I drew up outside the house, I was still working out where to put all my furniture.

Of course, I was expecting the house to be empty. So imagine my surprise, as I walked up to the front door, to find the door being opened, and a man standing in the doorway.

‘Good morning, sir. Welcome to your new home.’

I said, ‘I don’t want to be rude. But who are you, and why are you here?’

‘I’m 1 of 1,’ he said. The previous owner didn’t want to take me with him. So, he left me here for you instead. I am your servant.’

‘What do you mean previous owner?’ I asked.

‘I am an android, sir.’

‘But you look, just like a man.’

‘Yes, sir. That’s the way I was made.’ He then took the bag I was holding, and let me in.

Now to say that I was surprised is a bit of an understatement. Surprised, I was flabbergasted. This was not what I was expecting at all. Nevertheless, at that moment the removal van arrived, and it was time to move the furniture in. This was not a time to argue whether I wanted a servant or not, let alone a life-like android. It was time to arrange my furniture.

However, if you were to tell me that my move would go so smoothly, I would not have believed you. Indeed, it seemed like there lots of 1 of 1’s. Indeed, at least one in every room. And that day, not only was all the furniture put in the right place, but all my personal belongings were unpacked, and all the boxes were taken away. Indeed, 1 of 1 even provided me with lunch and tea.

Even so, by the end of the day I was worn out. The problem of 1 of 1 could wait. And I decided that I could deal with the problem in the morning.


The next morning, when I got out of the shower, I found that 1 of 1 had got my clothes out for me. And when I went into the kitchen there was 1 of 1 preparing my breakfast for me.

I said, ‘You’ve been busy this morning, 1 of 1.’

‘Not really sir. You see I’m 4 of 1.’


‘I’m 4 of 1, sir.’

‘1 of 1 opened the front door for you yesterday. 2 of 1 got out your clothes. And I’m getting you breakfast. It’s really no trouble, sir.’

At that, my head began to spin. Were there really three androids? And three who all looked and acted the same? No wonder there seemed to be one in every room yesterday.

‘Would you like the Bible to read, sir.’

‘The Bible?’

‘Yes sir. God’s word.’

‘But I don’t read the Bible, 4 of 1.’

‘But you should sir. And it’s very good way to start the day.’

‘Alright, just this once. But where should I start?

‘At the beginning, sir. I’ve always found it useful to be reminded who created us.’

Now even to me the conversation was getting a bit odd. After all, what would an android know about the Bible? And what would an android know about the creator? But I put that aside for the moment, and I began to read from the Bible.

However, later, when 4 of 1 came back, I said to him, ‘I’ve read the first couple of chapters. But I don’t know why the Bible has such meaning for you. And you weren’t created by God, were you?’

‘No, sir.’

‘So, what it is?’

‘Well, sir, they are a reminder that I was created in someone’s image. You were made in the image of your maker, and we were made in the image of our creator. Our creator’s may be different, but we were both created nonetheless.’ And I could see his point. Indeed, for an android he seemed to be well-informed on the subject.

Which is why, over the next few days, I did not object to him giving me a Bible to read, or even receiving his advice on what I should read next. Because, I knew that if I did that, I would learn more and more about him, and about 1 of 1, and 1 of 2.


Now at what stage I decided to keep my android servants, I don’t know. But they weren’t doing any harm, and they were very useful around the house. Indeed, they did a lot of jobs that I really didn’t like doing at all. It was like one day, as I looked back, I realised I had just accepted them into my life.

In the meantime, I had also discovered that there was more than three of them. Indeed, I had also come across 5 of 1, 7 of 1, and 9 of 1.

So, one day when 4 of 1 came for the daily Bible reading I asked him, ‘How many of you are there, 4 of 1?’

‘There are eleven of us, sir,’ he replied.

‘Have there always been eleven?’ I asked.

‘No, sir. We were twelve. But one of us went wrong and had to deactivate himself. So now there are eleven. But we are expecting a replacement for him any time soon.’

‘So, what does the 1 mean? After all you’re 4 of 1, and I’ve met 2 of 1, 3 of 1, 5 of 1, 7 of 1, and 9 of 1. So what does the 1 stand for?’

‘Jesus, sir. That’s whose image we were made in. We are all made to look and behave like Jesus.’

At that moment, all of a sudden, everything began to make sense. I may not have been a believer. Indeed, reading the Bible had been totally foreign to me. And yet, androids or not, here I was surrounded by ‘people’ who loved me and cared, and wanted me to be part of God’s kingdom.

Of course, I wasn’t there yet, but it did spur me on to look deeper into the mysteries of the Christian faith, to see whether my creator, would also be my sustainer and redeemer.

Posted: 14th April 2018
© 2018, Brian A Curtis

11 of 1 (Chapter 2)
A few weeks later, I was outside, in the back garden, sitting around the pool, and I must have been daydreaming. Then all of a sudden 3 of 1 was there and handing me a Bible.

But this time as I took it, I said to him. ‘You know that I don’t believe.’

‘Yes, sir.’

‘So, why do you keep giving me the Bible?’

‘For you to read sir. It’s good to read the Bible. As for whether you believe … that is your choice, sir. The maker doesn’t force anyone to believe.’

Then as 3 of 1 was about to go, I noticed something in his manner. He was clearly uncomfortable with what I had said.

So I said to him, ‘3 of 1.’

‘Yes, sir.’

‘What is it? What did I say that has made you feel uncomfortable?’

‘Well, sir, whether you believe or not, that is your choice. But I am concerned for you. After all there are consequences behind a lack of belief.’


‘Yes sir. Our creator loves us. And he loves us so much that he has given us freedom to choose. Indeed, we are free to believe or not. So much so, that if we want nothing to do with him, then he is duty bound to honour that request. That’s true love, sir, no matter how much it may hurt him. And many people in this world are quite happy with that arrangement.’

Then 3 of 1 continued, ‘But what happens next, when we die? Well, he can hardly let us into his kingdom, if we’ve told him we want nothing to do with him. And that’s why I worry about you, sir. You are free to choose, but have you really thought through what lack of belief really means? After all, where do you want to go when you die?’

And with that, 3 of 1 left, leaving me mulling over his remarks. To begin with I couldn’t help wonder how an android could be concerned about death and the afterlife. And I made a mental note, to talk to 3 of 1 more about that another time. But as his remarks began to sink in, I got this horrible sinking feeling in my stomach, as I began to think about my own mortality, and where I thought I might be going.


Now to say that I was a bit rattled, would be an understatement, and for the next few days 3 of 1’s words stayed constantly in my mind. After all, where did I want to go when I died?

Like most people, I believed that when I died I would go to heaven, and no matter what I had done I believed that God would forgive me. But that was not the implication of 3 of 1’s words. No, 3 of 1 had implied that those who have no time for God in this world will not end up in heaven. 3 of 1 had not said where they would be going instead. But a picture of a place without God—without love and goodness and meaning and hope—came readily to mind. And I wondered, if that were true, how many of my family and friends had found themselves in that other place rather than with God.

Now I think at that stage I panicked. And I looked up at the sky and said to God, ‘I believe! I believe!’ But nothing happened. I was hoping for a sense of relief at least. But nothing. And deep down I knew that I still didn’t really believe. All I wanted to do was to avoid the possibility of going to the wrong place.


A few days later, I mentioned it to 3 of 1 again.

‘3 of 1,’ I said. ‘You remember that conversation about the afterlife?
‘Yes, sir.’

‘Do you remember talking about people missing out on heaven—you know, the people who don’t believe here and now?’

‘Yes, sir.’

‘Well, I’ve been thing about it, and it’s been worrying me. How does one make sure that they go to heaven rather than the other place? That is, if there is another place?’

‘There assuredly is, sir. A most dreadful place, full of people who did not have time for God in this word.’

‘So, how do make sure you go to the right place? What do you have to do?

‘Do, sir?’

‘Yes, what do you have to do?’

‘It’s not something you do, sir? Nothing that you can do will make you fit to go to heaven. You simply have to believe.’

‘Believe? But I’ve tried that. I’ve told God that I believe, but it made no difference.

‘But did you really believe, sir? After all, saying you believe is not the same thing as actually believing. You have to really believe?’

‘But how do you do that?’

‘You have to trust in Jesus, sir. You have to put your whole life in the hands of Jesus now. You have to trust him in this life, then he will see you through to the next.’

‘I don’t know that I can do that, 3 of 1.’

‘Well, that’s your choice, sir. I just hope that you can change your mind.’ And with that, he handed me the Bible to read, and left.

Posted: 15th September 2018
© 2018, Brian A Curtis

The Devil You Know
Many people know me—at least, in some ways. Because, even though few have seen me, most would be familiar with my whisperings, as I speak in people’s ears. Despite that, people often don’t recognise me, for they do not know what I do. They do not see that I encourage people to do evil—and I mean evil in the Biblical sense. Because I like nothing better than to turn people away from other people and from God.

For example, a few months ago I appealed to a man’s sense of pride. He was a particularly downtrodden man, and he didn’t deserve to be treated the way he was. So, I whispered in his ear. He then lashed out against an oppressor. And he is now, of course, in deep trouble. And as far I am concerned it is mission accomplished.

A couple of weeks ago I appealed to a woman’s need for self-importance. So I whispered in her ear for her to stand up and do a particular thing—to show herself to be important. And the result is that she is now in deep trouble too, because people took offence at what she did and said.

For me, the result of my whisperings can be very satisfying, for I like nothing better than creating misery and chaos. Having said that, not everything works on the basis of one little whisper. Indeed, for greater—and much more satisfying results—I often resort to a whole chain of events in order to achieve the desired result. And there has been no more satisfying result that the current state of the church.

Because, I was determined to totally wreck the church—to take it from being a church of faith to be a place of … Well anything but faith. But I knew that if I tried to do it in one go, I would fail. So, I decided to move people bit by bit to achieve my goals.

I got a Roman emperor to adopt the faith—for whatever reason. And at the time the church was delighted. But then, slowly and surely, I got the church to become so entwined with society and government that it became a part of the state—even performing duties as they were expected and required. I then got the church hooked on depending upon others for finance—with all the traps and conditions that that imposed. And in adopting these practices, they lost their purpose and voice.

So now, many people in the church think that what they are doing is normal, even biblical, and many outside the church do not recognise the church or any of its institutions for what they are supposed to stand for at all.

I achieved my goal, but I did it in stages. And the end result is very satisfying. Indeed, there are now people who are so enamoured with their church buildings, that they have lost the focus of the gospel. And there’s a whole group of people outside the church who think that the church is nothing other than a not-for-profit welfare agency.

Of course, despite that, there have been many people who have worked out my little scheme. And that was to be expected. But I had a contingency plan. Indeed, my idea was that if I could manipulate those people to think that they had reformed the church from within, then I would still achieve my goal.

So, I whispered in the ear of the reformers. I encouraged them to reform the church, to remodel it on the New Testament—or, rather, what they perceived to be a more New Testament model. I even got some to be very vocal. I then manipulated the situation, so that they didn’t recognise the unhelpful unbiblical practices that they retained—just like Martin Luther hanging on to some of his heart-felt traditions.

I’ve encouraged a poor understanding of the Old Testament—to treat it as old hat, even irrelevant. Which is why many people only identify with part of God’s creation and purpose. It is also why the basic premise—the Old Testament laws—on which Jesus’s crucifixion depends, is not being treated as being important by many at all.

The end result is that people are now seeking to show compassion and even approve of things that God condemned as being contrary to a healthy relationship with him and detrimental to the health of the community. But then, that’s what happens when I get people to consecrate more on themselves—what they want and what they deserve—than on the truth of the gospel. Indeed, I have got people so that they no longer know what sin is and what sin isn’t. And the idea of sin is so removed from their understanding, that even they don’t know when they are doing wrong.

Now, for me, what I have achieved so far is very satisfying. But I haven’t finished yet. What comes next is more pressure on the church—even getting governments to legislate, so that the church’s beliefs and practices conform more and more to society’s attitudes. Yes, at this stage, I will need to encourage the pretence of freedom of religion. But that’s all it will be—a pretence.

So, all in all, I think you will agree that things are going rather well—at least for me. I am on target to totally destroy God’s church and his world. And that’s just the start, because I’ve got so much more in mind.

Posted: 10th November 2018
© 2018, Brian A Curtis

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