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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Era (02/03/11)

TITLE: Take Heart
By Ambrose W


The king is dead.

I feel my nation breathe a sigh as the news is handed down. We all bow our heads and wear solemn faces. Properly sober, we prepare to mourn him.

But I know the thought that burns in my heart is not mine alone. I see the good this man has done, but I am glad that he has no more to do.

My grandfather was among the original rallies for hierarchy for our people.

ďGive us a king! Give us a fountainhead! Give us a leader so that we may command respect as we stand among other nations!Ē

It was his creed, and he taught it to my father.

His wishes were gingerly granted, and a king was appointed. He was a man who lived well, but died in squalor. That man was replaced by our recently departed king, who in those days was a wonder to behold.

Yes, this king made our peopleís pride swell with no caution. Men emulated him. Women adored him. He singlehandedly won wars. He sat in fields and wrote passionate verses. He was kind and brave.

It was even said that he was a man after my Godís own heart.

And I will admit, I think those words were true.

I believe his soul still grasped for the Most High, even when his body bowed to putrid impulse.

When sex Ė oh that terrible, typical vice that has enslaved and degraded more great men than I care to know Ė shackled my king and turned him from a champion to a murderer, I believe that no one grieved more than he.

Now, over the last few months, as his children have violated one another and defiled all manner of holy sanctuaries, I do not think he entertained fantasies of his innocence. I do not think he counted himself clean.

He was a good man, but he was just that. A man.

And so it is with that sentiment, that I bury my king.

It is the same sentiment with which I buried my grandfather.

My grandfather who desired nothing more than for God to be justified to the world. He who woke each morning and worked each day with prayers on his lips. He who grew vexed at the aimless state of our people, as he knew the power we held but did not wield. He who allowed himself flawed illusions of how our nation should find peace and glory.

And now I bear the consequences of my grandfatherís shortsighted folly. I must watch as our leaders grow drunk on meaningless power. I must tell my sons again and again that true authority is not a worldly institution. I must close my eyes and imagine what it must have been like to see my Lord as a mighty cloud before me. Oh what I would give to know that firsthand presence!

Soon, the kingís son will take the throne. By all accounts, this young man is predicted to be wildly successful on behalf of our nation. It is said that he will bring us honor, and other nations will revere us once again.

I long to believe it.

But I look at this young man, and I wonder which of his fatherís sins have been pressed into his heart. I wonder how long it will be until we must eat the bitter fruits that are sure to drop from him.

Then I look at my own sons and I wonder the same thing.

What have I done? Me. A man with no political standing or consequence. What sins have I pressed into my sonís hearts? Can I do anything to rectify it?

These wonderings, they are nothing new. Theyíre a continual regurgitation of human defect. When will fathers stop kissing death onto their sonís foreheads? How will our people rise from humiliation and wandering? Where can we go to rest our tired bones?

These are questions that I cannot answer.

But as my nation bows before yet another faulty ruler, I know answers will not come to us until Israel no longer seeks flesh or vindication to be our king.

It is not for me to know the time or the place.

But my Lord assures me that this era of human kings will not last forever.

So I wait for the one who needs not seek Godís heart, but is the Heart himself.

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Nancy Sullivan 02/10/11
Great job of narrating the lineage of Old Testament kings. The visual of a father imprinting his sin upon his son is so powerful. What a great message - and warning - for today's fathers.
Fern Brown02/11/11
This is a great reminder to stay focused on the King of Kings. He alone can keep us on the right path. Thank you.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 02/12/11
These are powerful words that really give one quite a bit to ponder.
Leola Ogle 02/12/11
This is by far the most moving that I have read in this week's entries! Perhaps more than any other, David displayed the vast array of human strengths and weaknesses, successes and failures. A deep study in human nature, to be sure...but so many lessons for us all to learn. Excellent piece and excellent writing!
Norma-Anne Hough02/13/11
Well done on your story about the kings. Your bibilical knowledge is excellent.
Well done.
Mildred Sheldon02/13/11
I loved how you covered the kings of the old testament. Your knowledge showed through. Good job and a very enjoyable read.
Beth LaBuff 02/17/11
Your message shines through this beautifully worded story of King David (and a hint to Saul...then the promise of Solomon's reign). The thing I appreciated most was the acknowledgment that the writer, himself, was flawed, as were his children, BUT, as mentioned in your title we can "Take Heart" because there is Hope. Super, super congrats on your Editor's Choice award! This is wonderful!
Michael Throne02/17/11
Great job. I loved some of the phrasings; "When will fathers stop kissing death onto their sonís foreheads?" Just wonderful. The ending was inspired.
Rachel Phelps02/17/11
Very creative and unique. Congratulations on your EC!
Kaye Swain02/17/11
Very interesting way of telling this old familiar story. And it makes such a great point of the importance of leaving a purpose-full legacy for our children and grandchildren. Congratulation! :)
Henry Clemmons02/17/11
Sorry I didn't read this earlier. Great job and congrats on EC.
Margaret Kearley 02/18/11
Really great writing - very gripping and realistic. I love your last line. Congrats on being placed in EC.
Kim Hamlin02/18/11
Congratulations! Well deserved!
Steven Kellen02/18/11
The King is dead, but his legacy lives. Which one will we pass on? Thank you for sharing your insight.
Verna Cole Mitchell 02/24/11
Your writing ability shines in this story. You've painted a heart for all to see. Congratulations on placing!