A Christmas Parable

A long time ago, in a land far away, lived a good and kindly king whose land was devastated by a curse brought on by a sinister warlock named Pride. He would appear here and there throughout the kingdom stirring up trouble among the king’s subjects. He would see a couple of people working together and he would stir up anger in the one because the other wasn’t carrying his share of the load. Someone else would be blessed with a harvest and another would be envious enough to steal it for himself. People were disheartened and depressed and nobody trusted his neighbor.

The king was saddened that his people were so troubled and he asked all of his wise men what could be done to remedy the situation. They counseled together night and day but even they were under the curse of Pride and could not come up with something that everyone would agree upon. Pride was having his way and so he brought others to help him destroy the kingdom.

Jealousy and Envy visited every home. Anger and Hatred showed their ugly faces on every street. People were becoming violent toward one another and the kingdom grew darker and darker all the time. Finally, in the counsel of the king’ chambers, a suggestion was made.

“I believe that the king should remain in his citadel, with a guard protecting him around the clock.”

This of course, would mean that no one would see the king again. Even though the people were becoming more and more hard and insensitive, whenever the king would visit the people, there would be some reprieve from the curse. So, from time to time, the king would send messengers out with a word of good will for the people.

Nevertheless, the counsel agreed and the vote was unanimous. They took their suggestion to the king and urged him to sign it into law. The king was devastated. He loved the people so, and now his counsel was suggesting that he no longer venture out into the streets until some order could be restored and his safety insured. He signed the suggestion into law on one provision; if another suggestion, or another way, could prove more suitable for a remedy, then he granted himself the right to repeal the law.

The days grew darker and the people became meaner. Everyone was gossiping and spreading rumors. “Where was the king?” they would ask. “Doesn’t he care about us at all?” There was even a rumor spread around the villages that the king had died and that was the reason why no one has seen him lately.

Pride and his cohorts moved freely about the kingdom and thought for sure that everyone would soon succumb to their way of life. This would mean the total destruction of the kingdom at last.

“I want you to find a man to replace the king.” Pride ordered his legion. “I know just the man.” Suggested one. “No, let’s assemble a committee of them to rule. This will insure trouble.” Suggested another.

Finally, Arrogance stepped forward and volunteered his services. “I will find someone suitable for our needs. I will find him, instruct him and never leave him, until our goal is met.” The demonic horde snarled with glee, knowing that Arrogance would not fail.

To be continued…

Have a God blessed week. Pastor Jim
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