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Screwtape Letter XXXII — On the Promises to Israel (Not for publication). January, 1941. An entirely unauthorised addition to the Screwtape Letters by Jeremy Slayden. My dear Wormwood, One of our finest achievements since the so-called “Resurrection” has been to fix the mind of today’s “Jew” upon ancient promises of land, title, and special inheritance, while always.... ALWAYS blinding them to the One to whom every promise pointed. This, I assure you, is a source of immense delight to Our Father Below. He even called it “poetry” once. Do NOT repeat that. So, let these “chosen ones” cherish circumcision, yet remain oblivious to a circumcision of the heart. Let them celebrate the parting of the sea, whilst ignorant of the baptism it foreshadowed. Let them remember that accursed Hebron rock with pride, yet reject the Rock Himself. How gloriously absurd! More delightful still would be a spectacle of future Christians, embracing the fables of “rabbis” whilst neglecting the plain testimony of their own Scriptures. Such a triumph seems almost beyond our wildest hopes; yet Our Father Below has already set some of his most cunning servants to labour toward precisely this end. That Scofield was a real win, I’ll grant him. Above all, Wormwood, encourage those who reject their Messiah to remain utterly convinced that a particular piece of earth is theirs by everlasting birthright. Let them mistake bloodline for faith, and dirt for divine approval. In fact, help them possess this dirt by every means possible. For what greater triumph could Hell desire than to see those claiming the lineage of Abraham to reject the fulfillment of God’s promise, while demanding its rewards! Wormwood, what an exquisite triumph awaits us if we can persuade men that the Enemy cares merely for the Jew, and nothing for the widow weeping among the rubble of her home! Ah, nephew! Imagine the poetry of it: the very Gospel of mercy invoked to sanctify the instruments of destruction! Our Father Below could scarcely dream of a sweeter victory. Your affectionate uncle, Screwtape