The Apprentice Juggler – Chapter 3

There was a juggler in Great Park, the land of the King, who wanted to perform with the Juggling Master’s troupe more than anything else in the whole world. But he had something terrible hidden in his heart, a secret he had shared with no one man. . . .

The Apprentice Juggler was sure he would shame the troupe in tonight’s performance. He knew he would drop a baton during the pyramid cascade. Then, the Juggling Master would know his secret, and he would lose his place in the juggling group. A knot in the pit of his stomach felt like a tug-of-war between giants.

Standing in the middle of the practice field, the Apprentice Juggler warmed his hands in a patch of morning sunlight. He loosened his fingers with limbering exercises. He started tossing balls in a basic crisscross pattern.

The Apprentice Juggler concentrated. He could hear the words of Juggling Master’s first lesson. “Teach the balls to dance. The word ball is from the French. It means to dance. Make the balls dance!”

The balls did dance in the Apprentice Jugg1er’s hands. As long as he worked alone, he did fine. In this last year as an apprentice, he had learned to toss rings, batons, clubs, and eggs (unboiled ones even). He could spin plates on sticks. He could balance umbrellas on his forehead and shoulders and hands—all at the same time.

He put three balls in motion. Throw Throwcatch ‘Ir Catch; Throw i Throwcatch * Catch.

No one knew he was battling his inner count. No one knew that a different rhythm was ticking in his heart than in his hands.

It was only when the Apprentice Juggler worked with the other student jugglers, or when he did a routine with the troupe, that things went wrong.

 

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The Apprentice Juggler, Chapter 3, Tales of the Kingdom

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What Secret Do You Not Want Known?

Chapter 3: The Apprentice Juggler – What Secret Do You Not Want Known?I think that, deep within ourselves, each and every one of us has a secret we don’t want anyone else to know about.  We may keep this secret because we are afraid people will no longer accept us if they know about it.  Or, we keep the secret because we are ashamed of what may have happened to us in life – – even If we were the victim of this happening.  Maybe we keep this secret because it is a desire we have that we know will never be attained, and don’t want others to know of our failure.  Whatever the reason, that secret frequently rises up to haunt us – to make us insecure – to make us unhappy.

When David Mains set out to create God Lessons for Kids with his Kingdom Trilogy, he wrote about “secret keeping” in Tales of the Kingdom.  In Chapter three he tells of The Apprentice Juggler, and the horrific secret he is keeping.  The secret torments him, convincing him that because of it he will never meet his goal of performing before the King.  Yet, we find that such is not the case!  We discover that sometimes keeping the secret is the worst thing that can possibly happen to us!

Through his efforts, Pastor Mains reveals two vitally important issues.  First, the fear our secret generates is often worse than the secret itself.  Perhaps more importantly, Pastor Mains shows that, try as we might, we can never keep a secret from the King – – from King Jesus, that is!  As you hold on to your secret, know that more often than not sharing it with others will release you from the hold it has on you – – all the fear, all the trepidation, and all of the pain!

The Apprentice Juggler – Chapter 3

The Apprentice Juggler - Chapter 3 - Tales of the Kingdom

There was a juggler in Great Park, the land of the King, who wanted to perform with the Juggling Master’s troupe more than anything else in the whole world. But he had something terrible hidden in his heart, a secret he had shared with no one man. . . .

The Apprentice Juggler was sure he would shame the troupe in tonight’s performance. He knew he would drop a baton during the pyramid cascade. Then, the Juggling Master would know his secret, and he would lose his place in the juggling group. A knot in the pit of his stomach felt like a tug-of-war between giants.

Standing in the middle of the practice field, the Apprentice Juggler warmed his hands in a patch of morning sunlight. He loosened his fingers with limbering exercises. He started tossing balls in a basic crisscross pattern.

The Apprentice Juggler concentrated. He could hear the words of Juggling Master’s first lesson. “Teach the balls to dance. The word ball is from the French. It means to dance. Make the balls dance!”

The balls did dance in the Apprentice Jugg1er’s hands. As long as he worked alone, he did fine. In this last year as an apprentice, he had learned to toss rings, batons, clubs, and eggs (unboiled ones even). He could spin plates on sticks. He could balance umbrellas on his forehead and shoulders and hands—all at the same time.

He put three balls in motion. Throw Throwcatch ‘Ir Catch; Throw i Throwcatch * Catch.

No one knew he was battling his inner count. No one knew that a different rhythm was ticking in his heart than in his hands.

It was only when the Apprentice Juggler worked with the other student jugglers, or when he did a routine with the troupe, that things went wrong.

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