“Karen The Lightbearer: Faith VS Doubt” Part Sixteen

Back in her cell Karen prayed for Eddy. She hoped that the Good King saved him just like He saved her. It was a miracle that the tigers didn’t eat her. How grateful she was for being rescued from their jaws. As Eddy was going through his ordeal with Gabriel, Karen remained in close communion with the Good King. She didn’t know how long she was praying but she wasn’t weary to continually bring her friend before the heavenly throne. Then when she didn’t know what else to say she heard the voice that she feared she would never hear again.

“Karen, you’re alive!”

Karen opened her eyes in surprise. She saw Eddy looking at her through the bars of her cell. “Eddy, my dear friend,” she said as she reached out her hand to him, “are you okay? You didn’t get hurt did you?”

Eddy smiled. “I’m all right. The Good King saved my life out there.”

“But how did He do it?” Karen asked wanting to know what happened.

“I was face to face with a warrior, who was a former Small Faith Person. I tried to reason with him but he wouldn’t listen. He was bent on killing me. But just as he was about to the Good King stopped the sword from delivering its deadly blow. I wish you could have seen it. It was actually frozen in midair! The warrior then gave up his violent ways and is now going to rejoin the Small Faith People.”

“That’s wonderful! What a merciful Good King we serve!” said Karen.

Eddy then said to her. “I feared that those tigers had eaten you. How did the Good King help you to escape that fate?”

“I thought for sure that I was going to perish. But miraculously those beasts became gentle like domestic cats. They purred and nuzzled me. That was quite an experience.” then she added, “Though we have lost our Lanterns the Light of Truth is still sustaining us through dangers. The Holy Spirit is bringing the promises to my remembrance just like He has done for the Small Faith People.”

“The Holy Spirit does a wonderful job in reminding us of the things from the Holy Word that we have stored in our hearts.” Eddy said.

Just then the queen appeared with some guards. The two Lightbearers looked up at her, wondering what she was going to do to them.

“Guards, bring Karen and Eddy to the throne room. I want to have a word with them.” she commanded.

The guards quickly obeyed her.

*******

The Master of Darkness and his minions invisibly held a meeting. He was furious that the two Lightbearers were once again rescued from his evil hand. The day of freedom for the Small Faith People was getting very close and he wanted to interfere with the Good King’s plan in that. He paced back and forth trying to come up with another wicked idea.

One of the demons said to him, “Boss, I think we are wasting our time. It’s obvious that the Most High doesn’t want the Lightbearers to die and as far as the slaves go, it looks like that no matter what we do they will be free.”

The Master Of Darkness growled. “I know that fool! I just think that if we work harder at destroying the faith of the little people they will be oppressed by the Natives of Doubt forever. There must be something we could do.”

“Like what?” a frustated demon inquired. “We did what we could. We took the Lanterns away from the Lightbearers and destroyed them before their eyes through Much Cruel; we tried executing them in the arena and the Most High performed miracles on their behalf, which strengthened the faith of the slaves. What else can we do?”

The Master of Darkness pounded his fist on the stone wall. He knew that no matter what he tried he would lose again. Then an idea came to him. He remembered what he did in the Ancient Times when another group of slaves were promised freedom from their bondage by the Most High. His efforts in hardening the heart of the king of that oppressive country and making the people’s faith dwindle from the hardships that were placed on them so damaged their faith that many of them didn’t make it to the Promised Land when they were finally free. Maybe if they worked extra hard the same thing would happen to the Small Faith People.

The wicked being turned from the wall and faced his dark helpers with a malicious grin on his face. “Gather around, I have a plan that will not fail this time.”

*******

The queen had a private interview with Karen and Eddy. She asked them many questions about the Good King and His Kingdom in Heaven. The two Lightbearers were joyous that she was interested in His Majesty and His eternal ways. They answered her questions by quoting verses from the Holy Word that the Holy Spirit brought to their memories. The queen was impressed by their answers. She began to see that their God was a benevolent Being, a King who loves everyone and who desires that every soul be saved. She wanted to be a Believer so she asked them:

“Karen, Eddy, what must I do to be accepted by the Good King? I want to join His family.”

“Believe in the Name of His Majesty and you will be saved. You will be accepted into His family if you let Him be your Lord and Savior.” Karen answered gently.

“I have tried to find satisfaction in the many gods that I have worshiped for years, and they have only made me empty inside. I believe that the Good King alone can satisfy me and I believe that He is the one true God. Yes, I want Him to rule my life.” the queen said as she felt an overwhelming peace deep down in her soul.

“Would you like to pray and ask His Majesty to come into your heart?” Eddy asked her.

The queen smiled at him. He was so kind and gracious that she began to feel guilty for agreeing with her husband in enslaving the Small Faith People. “Yes, I would like to.”

As Karen and Eddy prayed the queen poured out her heart to the Good King. She gave Him her heart and told Him that she wanted to be His servant. After she said “amen” she looked at her new friends and smiled. She was now a Believer

To Be Continued

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Story Behind “Have Thine Own Way, Lord

Have Thine own way, Lord! Have thine own way!

Thou art the potter; I am the clay.

Mold me and make me after Thy will.

While I am waiting, yielded and still.

Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!

Search me and try me, Master, today!

Whiter than snow, Lord, wash me just now,

As in Thy presence humbly I bow.

Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!

Wounded and weary, help me, I pray!

Power, all power, surely is Thine!

Touch me and heal me, Savior divine!

Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!

Hold o’er my being absolute sway!

Fill with Thy Spirit till all shall see

Christ only, always, living in me!

Adelaide Addison Pollard (1862-1934)

 

At forty, Adelaide Pollard was trying unsuccessfully to raise support to go to Africa as a missionary. She wondered why the Lord could so burden her with the needs of Africa, but not make it possible for her to go. During this time of discouragement, she attended a small prayer meeting where an elderly woman prayed, “Lord, it doesn’t matter what You bring into our lives, just have Your way with us.”

That night Pollard went home and read the story of Jeremiah’s visit to the potter’s house, and later that evening she wrote this hymn. She said that she had always felt the Lord was molding her and preparing her for His service. Then all of a sudden, He seemed to have deserted her.

“Perhaps,” she reasoned, “my questioning of God’s will shows a flaw in my life. So God decided to break me, as the potter broke the defective vessel, and then to mold my life again in His own pattern.”

From “The One Year Book Of Hymns: 365 Devotional Readings Based On Great Hymns Of The Faith”, by Robert K Brown and Mark R. Norton

Prayer Brings Increased Spiritual Strength

Those who seek God in secret telling the Lord their needs and pleading for help, will not plead in vain. “Thy Father which seeth in secret Himself shall reward thee openly.” As we make Christ our daily companion we shall feel that the powers of an unseen world are all around us; and by looking unto Jesus we shall become assimilated to His image. By beholding we become changed. The character is softened, refined, and ennobled for the heavenly kingdom. The sure result of our intercourse and fellowship with our Lord will be to increase piety, purity, and fervor. There will be a growing intelligence in prayer. We are receiving a divine education, and this is illustrated in a life of diligence and zeal.

The soul that turns to God for its help, its support, its power, by daily, earnest prayer, will have noble aspirations, clear perceptions of truth and duty, lofty purposes of action, and a continual hungering and thirsting after righteousness. By maintaining a connection with God, we shall be enabled to diffuse to others, through our association with them, the light, the peace, the serenity, that rule in our hearts. The strength acquired in prayer to God, united with persevering effort in training the mind in thoughtfulness and care-taking, prepares one for daily duties and keeps the spirit in peace under all circumstances.

From “Thoughts From The Mount Of Blessing”, by Ellen White, pg. 85

“Karen The Lightbearer: Faith VS Doubt” Part Fifteen

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.