When David Mains penned his Kingdom Trilogy he wanted to provide God Lessons for Kids. In Chapter I of Tales of the Resistance, Back to Enchanted City, we are allowed to share Hero’s preparation for going back into the Enchanted City as a soldier in the Army of the King. We learn immediately that Hero is extremely concerned because he doesn’t feel worthy for the task.
That might make us wonder, “Are we worthy to serve in the Army of the King?” If you are a “new recruit” that is an issue you might readily struggle with. More seasoned veterans, however, already know the answer: In ourselves, none of us are worthy!
We have often heard quoted the part of Isaiah 64:6 that says, “…and all our righteousness are as filthy rags.” Knowing that, it seems pretty unlikely that any of us can possibly be worthy to serve in the Army of the King. Yet, we know we can, for Paul tells us in Romans 6:11, “Even so, consider yourselves to be dead to sin, but alive to God in Christ Jesus.”
What we need to remember is we can serve in the Army of the King because we serve in the Army of the King. We go to battle daily clothed with the Armour of God – knowing that it is not our Righteousness that will help us defeat the Enemy, the Enchanter, but rather the Righteousness of the one we serve – – King Jesus Christ!
Once upon a time there was a lad, with boyhood behind him and manhood close, who heard the call of the King to follow him back into Enchanted City and do the work of the Kingdom….
Hero was afraid. He watched the Ranger hold a burning torch to the ring of stones that circled the place of the Great Celebration. The Sacred Flames ignited with a W-0-0-O-O-O-SH, lifting the hems of the blue robes of the protectors of Great Park, who stood as sentries around Inmost Circle. The silver insignia of the Rangers caught the light and flashed in the outer circle around the rim of fire.
Tonight he would leave these friends, leave Mercie and Caretaker, leave these Woods, these dear fields, leave everything in the world he had come to love. Well, almost everything, he reminded himself: What he loved most in the world was the King and to be a King’s man and to do the Kings work.
Careful to keep her balance, she strapped around her left knee the most important weapon of all, her ever ready beeper. Steadying herself with a sturdy walking cane in her right hand, she cautiously touched that knee to the ground, setting off the beeper. She bowed her head closely to listen. B-z-z-z-z-z—z-z-z-z–. B-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z. Ah, good! The battery was still strong, the signal low but clear. She was ready to take her place on night patrol.