“God’s commands are enablings. In other words, He is prepared to make us what He tells us to become.”
From “The Secret Of Guidance”, by F. B. Meyer, pg. 109
The door to the cell opened and Eddy braced himself. A guard grabbed him by the arm. “It’s your turn!” he hissed as he forced him out of the cell. Eddy prayed silently as he was being roughly led down the hallway. He was then pushed out into the arena and saw those who were seated in the coliseum. Many of them were his own people, whom he guessed had been forced to witness his destruction. He wanted to say something that would encourage them but time wouldn’t let him because Chief Much Cruel stood up to speak:
“This resident of Small Faith, this puny insect, is going to fight against one of our best warriors. Guard, give him a sword so that the fight will be fair.”
A guard gave Eddy a sword. Eddy held the weapon and looked at it. He had never used a sword before and he knew that the one he was going up against was going to be very skillful in his weaponry.
“Lord Jesus, be my strength and my help in this,” he prayed.
“Bring out our champion!” Much Cruel commanded jubilantly.
A guard brought out a Small Faith Person who was dressed in armor and had a sword. Eddy noticed that the warrior looked very young. In fact too young to be doing something like this. The warrior went up to him and glared at him in his face. Eddy quickly recognized him.
“Gabriel!” he gasped.
The Small Faith Person didn’t respond. He was ready to eliminate this opponent that was before him.
“Fight!” Much Cruel shouted as he brought his hand down.
Gabriel pulled out his sword. “Are you ready to perish?” he asked smiling wickedly.
Eddy was shocked that a Small Faith Person would be able to give into the heartless and cruelty of the Natives of Doubt. Has Gabriel forgotten about the Good King and that he was part of a civilization that loved Him and others? Eddy knew that his life was at stake but he couldn’t bear the thought of Gabriel losing eternal life. He had to try and reason with the lad.
Gabriel swung his sword and Eddy jumped back to avoid the blade. “Gabriel, this is wrong. You know it’s wrong. Please don’t do this.” Eddy pleaded.
“Begging will not save you,” said Gabriel as he tried again to strike him with his sword. Eddy ducked as the blade went over his head. “I’m not so afraid for myself as I am for you. You’re heading down a path that will lead to death.”
The warrior laughed. “I’m not heading down the path of death. You are! You should be very afraid because I’m going to cut you in pieces and take your head as my trophy.”
The sword was about to come down. Eddy quickly rolled away and the blade hit the ground.
“Fight like a man, you coward!” Gabriel shouted.
Eddy ran to try and get away. “Dear Master, please open his heart so that he may see his spiritual condition.” he prayed as he gasped for breath.
The Small Faith People in the coliseum also prayed. They asked the Good King to save Eddy from the heartless warrior. Benjamin also prayed for him.
Eddy stood up against the wall of the arena. He watched as Gabriel was advancing toward him with his sword.
“Don’t you know that those who delight in violence will not be a part of the Good King’s Kingdom? There will be no eternal life for those who enjoy hurting or killing people.” Eddy said to Gabriel.
The young Small Faith Person answered as he got nearer to Eddy:
“I don’t believe in the Good King anymore. Everything about Him and His Kingdom are fairy tales. Myths are what they are! And you are so stupid to believe in such ridiculous things! I have learned that if you want to get through this life you have to fight and show no mercy toward those who stand up against you. Violence and aggression are the keys to survival in this World.”
“Oh, you poor soul! You have been deceived by our enemies and have adapted their lifestyle.” Eddy cried.
Gabriel laughed. “It is you who has been deceived. You believe in this invisible God King and are trying to persuade me to believe in such fancies again.” He was now a couple feet from Eddy. “Your words will not prevail against me fool!”
Eddy swallowed hard and closed his eyes.
In the crowd the Master of Darkness and his minions watched with glee. The young warrior was completely under their control. He may have lost Benjamin but there was no way the former Small Faith Person in the arena was going to return to the Most High.
“Oh, boy! Oh, boy! It looks like Eddy is going to die!” said a demon rubbing his hands eagerly. “And it’s about time too.”
Eddy kept his eyes closed and thought about heavenly things like the Good King, His Kingdom, and being in eternity with Him, Karen, and many other people who have believed in Him. These inspiring thoughts helped him to not be afraid as he waited for the sword to take his life.
When Gabriel was right in front of him the Master of Darkness was excited. “Yes! Get him! Strike him down!” he shouted.
The Small Faith People prayed harder.
Gabriel positioned his sword. “So much for believing in your God King!” he laughed as he got ready to cut off the brave little man’s head. But to his shock and to everyone who was watching, the sword abruptly stopped in mid air.
“What in the…!” the warrior exclaimed. He tried to move the sword but it stayed right where it was in mid air.
Eddy opened his eyes and when he saw what just took place he breathed a sigh of relief. Thank you, for saving my life, Your Majesty.”
Gabriel grunted and growled, but all of his efforts to move the stuck sword were to no avail. “What kind of nonsense is this?” he inquired.
The Small Faith People cheered and praised the Good King for rescuing Eddy.
Chief Much Cruel thought he was dreaming so he pinched himself. But when he saw that this was no dream he muttered excitedly, “This isn’t happening! This isn’t happening! There’s no way that this is real! Maybe all the sour grape juice I drank is starting to effect my mind.” He then turned to his wife. “Dear, please tell me that the sword really isn’t frozen in mid air. Please tell me that I’m seeing things.”
The queen chuckled. “You’re not drunk, my husband. What you are seeing really is happening.”
“But that’s impossible! First my tigers and now this! What kind of magic do these Believers have?” Much Cruel said feeling apprehensive at witnessing more power that was unknown to him.
Back in the arena Gabriel gave up. Realizing that he was not going to win this time he fell to his knees and cried. His dream of being a part of the Natives of Doubt was shattered.
“I’m no warrior! I’m just a little person with nothing! It’s not fair!” he sobbed.
Eddy walked over to the lad and touched his shoulder.
Gabriel angrily removed his hand. “Get away from me! This is all your fault!” he shouted.
Eddy got closer to him. “I didn’t do anything, Gabriel. This power is from the Good King of Heaven. He is trying to bring you to reason. He loves you and He wants you to be a part of His people again.”
Gabriel wiped his eyes and looked up at Eddy. “Why are you being so nice to me? I tried to kill you.”
“Because you have been deceived by the Master of Darkness. You fell for his lies and I want to share the Truth with you.”
Gabriel stood up and removed his armor. “I want to believe in the Good King again. Can you please help me, Edward Matthews.”
Eddy embraced him. “Welcome back, Gabriel.”
The coliseum erupted with shouts of praise to the Good King. The Master of Darkness left the in a rage with his minions behind him.
Chief Much Cruel and his people were totally baffled. Could it be that the God of the Small Faith People and the Lightbearers was more powerful than their gods? “I need to go,” said the chief as he left his seat with his guards following behind him. The queen stayed in her seat and pondered on the events that took place at the games. She wanted to know more about this Good King and His mighty power to save.
To Be Continued.
For when they shall say, Peace and safety; then sudden destruction cometh upon them, as travail upon a woman with child; and they shall not escape. 1 Thessalonians 5:3.
While the work of salvation is closing, trouble will be coming on the earth, and the nations will be angry, yet held in check so as not to prevent the work of the third angel. At that time the “latter rain,” or refreshing from the presence of the Lord, will come, to give power to the loud voice of the third angel, and prepare the saints to stand in the period when the seven last plagues shall be poured out.
I was shown the inhabitants of the earth in the utmost confusion. War, bloodshed, privation, want, famine, and pestilence were abroad in the land. As these things surrounded God’s people, they began to press together, and to cast aside their little difficulties. Self-dignity no longer controlled them; deep humility took its place. Suffering, perplexity, and privation caused reason to resume its throne, and the passionate and unreasonable man became sane, and acted with discretion and wisdom.
My attention was then called from the scene. There seemed to be a little time of peace. Once more the inhabitants of the earth were presented before me; and again everything was in the utmost confusion. Strife, war, and bloodshed, with famine and pestilence, raged everywhere. Other nations were engaged in this war and confusion. War caused famine. Want and bloodshed caused pestilence. And then men’s hearts failed them for fear, “and for looking after those things which are coming on the earth.”
Angels are now restraining the winds of strife, until the world shall be warned of its coming doom; but a storm is gathering, ready to burst upon the earth, and when God shall bid His angels loose the winds, there will be such a scene of strife as no pen can picture….
A moment of respite has been graciously given us of God. Every power lent us of heaven is to be used in doing the work assigned us by the Lord for those who are perishing in ignorance.
From “Maranatha”, by Ellen White