Being a Christian in America is sometimes difficult because we don’t understand how to treat a king. We grow up being taught that we “have rights” and, as such, we can do pretty much anything we want to. We don’t understand “bowing down” and “yielding our will” to that of another – – the king. We don’t understand that in a kingdom the people do the will of the king – – unequivocally and unquestioning. But, there is another thing we don’t understand – – good kings care about their subjects and want only good things for them. People long for that kind of a king, and that’s the way King Jesus is!
When Pastor David Mains decided to write material that could serve as God Lessons for Kids, he wrote a series of works known as the Kingdom Trilogy, Tales of the Resistance where he shared with readers the fact that there is a king, and that He does care about His subjects – – all of his subjects!
Though for decades we have been told, “God is Dead,” we all seek the Loving King, the one who wants the best for His subjects. While the world revels in darkness, there are those who seek the Light of the World, knowing that He exists and hoping that they can find Him! It is as though we all know the following formula:
The Light of the World + Our Faithfulness = Warmth and Well Being for those who find Him
If you do, in fact, wish for a Loving King you need go no further than Jesus, for he is the King of Kings, Lord of Lords, and, most importantly, the Light of the World!
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The Dagoda of the Enchanter loomed in the middle of Enchanted City, so that none would forget the watching eye of the fire wizard. Close by, and a happier place was the Palace of Players. Here the people of the city, filled with weariness and heartsickness, came and forgot for a time their griefs and fears and pains.
Thespia stood in the wings of the stage brushing her long and luxuriant hair. She was the most beautiful player of all the players and even now she could hear the house chanting her name. Thespia! We want Thespia!” Many suitors sought her hand, but she turned them all away.
“Flowers from the Dagoda!” the assistant stage manager called. Thespia yawned and instructed that the gift be delivered to her suite in the Palace.
“Four minutes! Four minutes!” the callboy warned. Thespia straightened her gown and took one last look in the mirror.
Through a crack in the thick velvet curtain, she could see that the theater was full. It was almost time for the play to begin. Poor ones. Poor, poor ones. Forget for a while, then home again only to remember your empty half-lives. She whispered this hollow blessing over them……