A Story

     "The enemy has been set up as prince over the earth; his history is ruthless, malicious and backstabbing.  The rest of the world bow down their backs to be walked upon by him as they pay there due of homage, we stand resolved not to be defiled.  But as we do we set our selves up for scorn and condemnation from others and from him who lurks about seeking to whom he may devour.  Though he sees only one still standing he does not seek out to lay hold of only the one, he seeks all of us.  He sits and cast lots among the council of evil to determine when our doom shall come for us to fall once and for all at his feet to tread upon.  Whispering in the ear of the willing, poisoning their minds with whispers spoken through slithers as he did in the garden.  He has been given the signet ring, “do as you see fit.” And with that he hurries off holding the power to this world on his finger but not to the world to come.  A decree has been sent out to the ends of the earth and to all of his willing hit men to “kill, destroy and annihilate all and plunder all possessions.”  The news hits our doorstep and resounds in our core like a banging gong resonating through empty marble halls as our eyes lay hold of every word.  Perplexity and doom hang in the air like a heavy fog that’s resolved to stay.  In stark contrast our enemy sits protected and high above all perplexity drinking in the moment mimicking his indulging sips of wine. Ever aware of his effectiveness from the cries of many being poured out bitterly in the streets, that rise to his seat.  Filled with doom we tear our clothes and weep aloud bitterly for who can save us from this impending doom.   Our weeping has not only settled on the ears of our enemy it has found its way to our King, and at His right hand stands His only Son, a Savior for His people.  His Father doesn’t have to tell His Son of the cost nor what has to be done; they both know.  Knowing the cost the Son petitions and asks the Father if there be any other way.  Knowing there isn’t the Son bows to His Father in submission and says, “But not my will but Your will be done.”  The Father puts His hand on the head of His Son, lowering His head He slowly nods.  With the Father's commission the Sons says, “My presence is needed so I must leave You now, that I may fill what’s lacking.”  A table is set for the King’s Son in the presences His enemy, and though the enemy provokes Him, He waits for His Fathers timing....."