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Do we dare utter the words that the prince of the earth sitting right across from us is to have us all killed, destroyed and annihilated, and has destined that since our birth?  But what if we find favor with this Prince from another kingdom, is He the Savior we have been waiting for?  Than who are we to shriek away from this question of opportunity?  Oh Providence come show your hand, Deliverer raise your bow, shoot your arrow, scatter foe.  We asked for someone braver, someone true, we’re not the one, to much at stake, what have we asked for, what have we done?!  But who knows that we are in this place for such a time as this?  Destiny, don’t hurry now, who knows that I am here to prove your presence, give me grace.  We close our eyes and take in a breath, slowly letting it out we begin to tell of the decree that has been sent out for all this people to be “Killed, destroyed and annihilated.”  The Son looks us straight in the eye, “and asks, “Who dare presume such an accusation upon My people!”  Ghostly as the eerie moon hanging above, the enemies glare is interrupted and turned toward the Son in astonishment.  We too are astounded by this news, “His people?!”  “We belong to someone?!”  “The Kings people?!”  The thoughts continue to whirl through our head as the Son asks again who has posed such a threat to Him, His Father and Their people.  Realizing the question is still unanswered we speak up, “The enemy and adversary is this man here, the devil, satan.”  Though the enemy met with such unspeakable odds he dose not flinch, “It’s to late!”  He declares, “The decree has been sent out, and sealed.  They are destined to die!”  The Son reads the decree, He closes His eyes and breaths heavily as if in torment and inflicted with unbearable pain.  He then glances up and looks at us with eyes that of a bridegroom to His bride, eyes filled with warm tears of love and loyalty.  Then He turns and looks at the enemy and stands up in front of us and says, “I will take this decree upon My self, and all that entails for each one of them.”  The enemy grins and orders the guards to take Him to the .  And there He died, for you, for me, for us…    

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....As the enemy leaves this feast, belly and ego quite filled he realizes that we no longer sit outside the gates mourning and weeping aloud bitterly.  For tonight we are sitting inside the gates, just as before, doing what we have been called to do for it has been made known that a savior has come for us.  The sight of this appalls him to a state of indignation, and with that he goes his way before he is completely drained of his pride.  Now in the safety of his home he summon his soothsayers and evil council to come again and plot with him what may be done for those who dare presume to demote him.  The soothsayers declare, “For someone who has publicly humiliate you, so should be done to him!”  The plan sounds perfect, almost flawless, he smirks with glee as the plan rolls out in his head, he thinks he got us now and hurries to make such arrangements. He sits across from us at every daring circumstance trying to get us to lose our nerve.  He thinks he has won as he slays our minds with tormenting thoughts.  But as we stand firm he sees he hasn’t won.  He schemes more plans among his evil council to trap us but the best laid plans for our ultimate doom are the plans which he shall fall to soon.  He presumes us to honor him but he shall honor us.  As each plan is thwarted and declared aloud useless by our action to them, again retreating to his refuge covering his head.  Once more he calls upon his evil council and soothsayers, telling all of the reversal of destiny on him and with this they all conclude that since the rumor has come true that these peoples cries have reach there King, all plans are meaningless.  Though all declared defeat he wanted one more try that he knew wouldn’t fail so he comes to the table set before us and the Son.  The banquet is coming to an end, the wine glasses have been refilled and all seems as though the banquet has benefitted no one.  We start to take our leave in defeat but as we start to shift towards to leave the Son asks, “With such a wonderful banquet, what is the occasion?”  We glance at the enemy and our eyes are met with the eyes of a lion ready to pounce on his prey.  The Son calls our name in eagerness, motioning us to continue.  Our attention turns to the Son with anxiety gripping our throat as the cold hands of doubt clenches our heart till it feels as if it will beat out of our chest....

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     "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....."