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Topic: Purple (11/05/09)
TITLE: Her King Is Coming
By Shellie Goff
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Joy leapt from her pounding heart and landed with a splash across her entire 3 year old body, causing her to dance and clap as her mouth opened wide in cheering shouts of adoration. Her precious little girl giggles erupted into roaring laughter, the excitement almost too much for her tiny frame to withstand.
Her animation was curious in the midst of this dignified throng, almost nonsensical to the casual observer. Anticipation lured the masses to this humble scene but for reasons more stark than her innocent mind could fathom.
I watched the cynic shifting this way and that, while his glances burned deep, trying to concretely define the supposed counterfeit among us. The politicians of the day made their appearances loud and clear seeking the best view, planted robustly in the front row.
Truth be told, they were as much concerned about being seen as they were about being able to see, hoping to cast their intimidating shadows upon the one this great assembly was seeking to behold.
There were the scoffers and the mockers, the curious and the clueless. All coming together for what she considered to be the greatest show of her life. The buzz was all around us as on lookers vied for better positions, straining to see the spectacle that was coming our way.
Smut fell from the lips of some as their recognition of the one riding on the colt became clear. Others jeered and ridiculed him in flagrant tones that sounded eerily similar to evil’s hiss. I shuddered as the ugly racket grew louder and louder, nearly overtaking my senses.
Then it happened. The donkey adorned with this self-proclaimed Son of God stopped almost knowingly in front of her. She began to jump as high as her legs would lift her, with both arms outstretched, reaching for Him. The sight was strange even to the clamoring crowd. For just a couple of suspended seconds there was silence. Her voice rang out in a bold, sweet sing-song, “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.”
His gaze upon her was intent. The warmth in his eyes for this ‘least of these’ brought tears to my own. I could not help myself. I lifted her up to Him. She nuzzled up close beneath His neck. He tenderly brushed her golden locks behind her ear and whispered something that only she knew. He kissed her forehead and gave her a soft squeeze.
With that, He lowered her back down to my trembling arms and continued to make His way into the heart of the city. Her reception was precious, an oasis in a desert of religious customs. “What did she see in Him?” was the question of the day. It seemed to pop out of every mouth in inquisitive whispers.
Perhaps she was the one seen just days ago playing at His feet, climbing into His lap to take in love like she had never known. Was she the one that the disciples had so harshly brushed away? She will never forget how He stood for her and requested her presence. Perhaps this is what compelled her to stand for Him today. As if to shout above the crowd, “Forbid Him not. Bring Him to me.”
Her worship took her to a place of seeing that her physical eyes dared not go. Her adoration led her to a throne room where she saw a pedestal in place of a pet and a King in place of a kinsman. She beheld royalty cloaked in the long purple flowing robes of a conqueror while they noticed an average man claiming a role of undeserved importance.
The many tomorrows that followed this oddity of a day, found the populace carrying out their lives in a ‘business as usual’ fashion. Her’s on the other hand, will never be the same. He touched her, changed her, and gave her new eyes with which to see. Her joy overflows in giggly abundance just as it did on that day. Every now and again, she can be found back on that road looking longingly for Him. Desperately, struggling to see a glimpse of royal purple perched atop a familiar throne.
[PLEASE NOTE: This is a completely fictional story, not intended to take away from God’s word or add to it. It is just a scene that I wondered about when I thought of the color purple.]
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