The Waif, the Wolves and the King.

I was once a waif left on the street as a little girl unaware that there were prowling predators that saw me as their next meal to consume in lascivious deprived animal instincts, In filthy rags I fought to make my way out of the city and with a last burst of desperation for survival found a green glow of light. I heard a voice, “little child, little girl; follow the sound of my voice”.

I followed the voice, but the predators seeing their meal ticket escaping tried to grab me and take me back but a Hero rose from I knew not where and fought off those who meant me harm. He said “let the children come to me”.

He carried me to a stream of soft flowing clean water and baptized me. All the filth and fear was washed away and flowed down the current. My body was clean but inside I felt stained and hurt.

John, when he baptized Jesus, saw the heavens open and saw God's Spirit in the form of a dove descend on Him and John heard a voice saying “this is my beloved son in whom I am well pleased”.

The Hero gave me garments of shimmering white and he told me “I am a king and I have a kingdom and I live in a castle but I have no daughter, I would like you to become my daughter.” “Would you like to become a princess?” The king was so gentle and kind. I have saved you from a kingdom of darkness, now let us journey on to my kingdom of light.

He carried me in His arms as we left the city. Soon, we came to a valley; a meadow full of wild flowers greeted my eyes. I had never seen a flower; birds and butterflies danced in balmy sweet air. Then set me down in the warm grass and He opened a pouch and gave me some delicious bread and opened a flask of refreshing wine. We ate in simple pleasure and He told to me to always remember this time.

But then it was time for the next part of our travels. He pointed to a tall gray castle set high on a hill off in the distance. We heard wolves howling in the woods and He told me “what you are about to see will be hard for you to understand, but just trust that I have saved you so far and I will keep on saving you”. We journeyed on and soon came to the castle, the wolves kept coming closer and sounding more ferocious. Once we arrived at the castle there was a river circling the castle that I could not cross and I asked how will we get in?

The wolves came snarling, teeth bared, trying to tear me away from my Hero. My king took me in his arms and held me above the reach of the snapping jaws and laid His body down across the raging flow to allow me to cross.

The wolves bit and tore at him and his body was ripped into as I reached the other side in safety. I cried at his pain. I cried to Him “save yourself come across with me” He replied “I cannot, I love you, and there is a whole world of lost waifs that still need to have a king to find and rescue them.”

A trumpet sounded, “the King has returned with his child” was proclaimed by servants. A big gate was opened and suddenly from within flew out flaming bright and sharp two-edged swords which fought off the wolves. As we entered the castle I saw that the walls were shimmering like pearls and the marvelous beauty of everything amazed me.

The pain I felt inside was now gone. Beautiful women dressed as comely maidens came and told me “welcome home, and now we must show you what it means to be a princess”. “All you ever hoped for and dreamed of will become a part of who you are now”.

A rainbow of colors came from the throne and I asked what they were? One woman told me “they were the tears you cried, collected by the King and held in crystal bottles to be saved as perfume that is a mist of crushed roses of the little girl, they are now a graceful flagrance for a woman who was always meant to be a princess”.

I searched for the King; He came to me in an aura of light. He saw me in my newly created form, and said “beloved daughter”. He opened his arms and held me and said “child welcome home, I am your true and loving Father”. I laid my head on His heart and for the first time ever I knew what love felt like.

My spirit began to become light, the heavy burdens of the past were removed, and I floated in the fragrance of flowers. The rose had lost it's thorns and bloomed in soft velvety petals of blood red!

There was a room prepared for me; there were fabrics were like chiffon, and it was like a bed of clouds. I heard singing that touched every soul of all the people of the world: “Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive glory and honor and praise”. I began to sing and knew that I had to write the song into a story that would help guide my other waif friends still lost in the world as the King searched for them.

That night and forever more I slept safely in a tower. “The Lord is a strong tower, the righteous run into it and are safe”.

Came across this on Facebook...

There was a certain Professor of Religion named Dr. Christianson who taught at a small college in the Western United States.
Dr. Christianson taught the required survey course in Christianity at this particular institution. Every student was required to take this course his or her freshman year regardless of his or her major.

Although Dr. Christianson tried hard to communicate the essence of the gospel in his class, he found that most of his students looked upon the course as nothing but required drudgery. Despite his best efforts, most students refused to take Christianity seriously.

This year, Dr. Christianson had a special student named Steve. Steve was only a freshman but was studying with the intent of going onto seminary for the ministry. Steve was popular, he was well liked, and he was an imposing physical specimen. He was now the starting center on the school football team and was the best student in the professor’s class.

One day, Dr. Christianson asked Steve to stay after class so he could talk with him. “How many pushups can you do?”
Steve said, “I do about 200 every night.”
“200? That’s pretty good, Steve,” Dr. Christianson said. “Do you think you could do 300?”
Steve replied, “I don’t know...I’ve never done 300 at a time.”
“Do you think you could?” again asked Dr. Christianson.
“Well, I can try,” said Steve.
“Can you do 300 in sets of 10? I have a class project in mind, and I need you to do about 300 pushups in sets of ten for this to work. Can you do it? I need you to tell me you can do it,” said the professor.
Steve said, “Well...I think I can...yeah, I can do it.”
Dr. Christianson said, “Good! I need you to do this on Friday. Let me explain what I have in mind.”

Friday came, and Steve got to class early and sat in the front of the room. When class started, the professor pulled out a big box of donuts. These weren’t the normal kinds of donuts, they were the extra fancy BIG kind, with cream centers and frosting swirls.

Everyone was pretty excited it was Friday, the last class of the day, and they were going to get an early start on the weekend with a party in Dr. Christianson’s class.

Dr. Christianson went to the first girl in the first row and asked, “Cynthia, do you want to have one of these donuts?”
Cynthia said, “Yes.”
Dr. Christianson then turned to Steve and asked, “Steve, would you do ten pushups so that Cynthia can have a donut?”
“Sure.” Steve jumped down from his desk to do a quick ten. Then Steve again sat in his desk. Dr. Christianson put a donut on Cynthia’s desk.
Dr. Christianson then went to Joe, the next person, and asked, “Joe, do you want a donut?”
Joe said, “Yes.”
Dr. Christianson asked, “Steve would you do ten pushups so Joe can have a donut?” Steve did ten pushups, and Joe got a donut.

And so it went, down the first aisle, Steve did ten pushups for every person before they got their donut, and down the second aisle, till Dr. Christianson came to Scott. Scott was on the basketball team and in as good condition as Steve. He was very popular and never lacking for female companionship. When the professor asked, “Scott do you want a donut?”
Scott’s reply was, “Well, can I do my own pushups?”
Dr. Christianson said, “No, Steve has to do them.”
Then Scott said, “Well, I don’t want one then.”
Dr. Christianson shrugged and then turned to Steve and asked, “Steve, would you do ten pushups so Scott can have a donut he doesn’t want?” With perfect obedience, Steve started to do ten pushups.
Scott said, “HEY! I said I didn’t want one!”

Dr. Christianson said, “Look, this is my classroom, my class, my desks, and these are my donuts. Just leave it on the desk if you don’t want it.” And he put a donut on Scott’s desk.

Now by this time, Steve had begun to slow down a little. He just stayed on the floor between sets because it took too much effort to be getting up and down. You could start to see a little perspiration coming out around his brow. Dr. Christianson started down the third row. Now the students were beginning to get a little angry.

Dr. Christianson asked Jenny, “Jenny, do you want a donut?”
Sternly, Jenny said, “No.” Then Dr. Christianson asked Steve, “Steve, would you do ten more pushups so Jenny can have a donut that she doesn’t want?” Steve did ten, and Jenny got a donut.

By now, a growing sense of uneasiness filled the room. The students were beginning to say “No” and there were all these uneaten donuts on the desks. Steve also had to really put forth a lot of extra effort to get these pushups done for each donut. There began to be a small pool of sweat on the floor beneath his face. His arms and brow were beginning to get red because of the physical effort involved.

Dr. Christianson started down the fourth row. During his class, however, some students from other classes had wandered in and sat down on the steps along the radiators that ran down the sides of the room. When the professor realized this, he did a quick count and saw that now there were 34 students in the room.
He started to worry if Steve would be able to make it.

Dr. Christianson went on to the next person and the next and the next. Near the end of that row, Steve was really having a rough time. He was taking a lot more time to complete each set.

A few moments later, Jason, a recent transfer student, came to the room and was about to come in when all the students yelled in one voice, “NO! Don’t come in! Stay out!” Jason didn’t know what was going on.
Steve picked up his head and said, “No, let him come.”

Professor Christianson said, “You realize that if Jason comes in you will have to do ten pushups for him?”
Steve said, “Yes, let him come in. Give him a donut.”

Dr. Christianson said, “Okay, Steve, I’ll let you get Jason’s out of the way right now.
Jason, do you want a donut?” Jason, new to the room hardly knew what was going on.
“Yes,” he said, “give me a donut.”
“Steve, will you do ten pushups so that Jason can have a donut?” Steve did ten pushups very slowly and with great effort. Jason, bewildered, was handed a donut and sat down.

Dr. Christianson finished the fourth row then started on those visitors seated by the heaters. Steve’s arms were now shaking with each pushup in a struggle to lift himself against the force of gravity. Sweat was profusely dropping off of his face and, by this time, there was no sound except his heavy breathing. There was not a dry eye in the room.

The very last two students in the room were two young women, both cheerleaders, and very popular. Dr. Christianson went to Linda, the second to last, and asked, “Linda, do you want a doughnut?”
Linda said, very sadly, “No, thank you.”

Professor Christianson quietly asked, “Steve, would you do ten pushups so that Linda can have a donut she doesn’t want?” Grunting from the effort, Steve did ten very slow pushups for Linda.

Then Dr. Christianson turned to the last girl, Susan. “Susan, do you want a donut?” Susan, with tears flowing down her face, began to cry. “Dr. Christianson, why can’t I help him?”
Dr. Christianson, with tears of his own, said, “No, Steve has to do it alone. I have given him this task and he is in charge of seeing that everyone has an opportunity for a donut whether they want it or not.

When I decided to have a party this last day of class, I looked at my grade book. Steve is the only student with a perfect grade. Everyone else has failed a test, skipped class, or offered me inferior work.

Steve told me that when a player messes up in football practice, he must do pushups. I told Steve that none of you could come to my party unless he paid the price by doing your pushups. He and I made a deal for your sakes.

Steve, would you do ten pushups so Susan can have a donut?” As Steve very slowly finished his last pushup, with the understanding that he had accomplished all that was required of him, having done 350 pushups, his arms buckled beneath him and he fell to the floor.

Dr. Christianson turned to the room and said. “And so it was, that our Savior, Jesus Christ, on the cross, pled to the Father, ‘into thy hands I commend my spirit.’ With the understanding that He had done everything that was required of Him, he yielded up His life. And like some of those in this room, many of us leave the gift on the desk, uneaten.”

Two students helped Steve up off the floor and to a seat, physically exhausted, but wearing a thin smile. “Well done, good and faithful servant,” said the professor, adding, “Not all sermons are preached in words.”

Turning to his class the professor said, “My wish is that you might understand and fully comprehend all the riches of grace and mercy that have been given to you through the sacrifice of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ for us all, now and forever.

Whether or not we choose to accept His gift to us, the price has been paid. Wouldn’t you be foolish and ungrateful to leave it laying on the desk?”

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