Have you ever noticed that sometimes we spend time and energy worrying about something that either never comes to fruition, or that is no where near as devastating as we had imagined it to be? That is the issue that Pastor David Mains addresses in Chapter 3 of Tales of the Resistance, the second work in his Kingdom Trilogy. The chapter, titled The Taxi Resistance, tells of Hero’s near escape as he avoids the minions of the Enchanter.
Written as an example of God’s Lessons for kids, one of the issues the chapter deals with is reported in I Peter 5:8, “Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour.” As Christians we need to remember that the devil is a defeated foe, one who has no more power than we give him. Yet, invariably we are locked in the vice-grips of fear because of our inability to recall this at troubled times.
The questions truly is, “Are you giving the Enchanter power?” Do you allow him to sway your faith with fear, or do you rally and claim the victory? Do you put on the full armor of God each morning, as we are advised in Ephesians 6:11 so we can withstand the wiles of the devil, or do you try to do battle on your own? Remember, you have the weaponry to not only do battle, but to win, and that’s why we should never give power to the Enchanter!
Some people in Enchanted City said that taxis could get you wherever you needed to go, even in power outs. Some people said that the City Taxi Company was not afraid of Burners and Breakers and Naysayers—but no one said it very loudly.
The sharp wind moaned through the flop hole where Hero tried to sleep. These lonely weeks in Enchanted City had been dreadful. He was hungry and cold and felt lost. Above all, though he was ashamed to admit it, he was afraid.
No one would give him work, and what little money he had was running low. He had no idea
how to sight the King, and the ominous spell of the Enchanter was weighing his heart with leaden dread. Hero longed for the daylight of Great Park, for Caretaker and Mercie, for the laughter of friends, for the comforting sound of the watchkeepers crying, “But the Kingdom comes!” He longed for home.
Light spilled through the cracks in the rickety shelters of Moire Oxan. The sentry cry of patrols disturbed the slumber of the weary people. Sleep in the light!
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