The Kingdom of God is like two sides of a coin. When one side is exposed to the light, the other side is in darkness and if it is held end to end, there remains at least a small part of it in shadow. Yet the coin is still one.
My name is TíGarth, Scribe to the Most High Ruler of Heaven and Earth. I have been given the responsibility of capturing the work and words of the Almighty for the benefit of eternity. Once recorded, these events are then inscribed upon the hearts of Godís most beloved children to encourage, enrich, and uplift and to advance His kingdom upon Earth.
Recorded herein is the tale of two brothers.
It has fallen upon me to record their story before the entire incident slips from present memory (both mine and those involved). While both brothers have now passed from this life and traveled onto the next, their story must be told so others may know.
Their story began centuries ago when I was but a mere murmuring of a young writer. In those days I could not have tackled such a story. Only now, under the powerful influence of Godís Holy Wind, may I attempt to convey its wonder.
The birth records of the Kingdom of Kerithia indicate it was a harsh winter that welcomed twin boys born to His Majesty King Montrose and his consort Queen Aquitine. The first son was born just before dawn, healthy and without blemish. His twin was born as the sunís rays burst over the ancient mountains of LíArgoste. Struggling for his first breath, the second boy was born amidst much pain and suffering. His mother greeted the dawn with death screams. The boyís face was disfigured with the most unusual birthmarkóa symbol, many deemed, of his legacy as the one who brought suffering to his family.
Grieving over the loss of his most beautiful queen, the king instructed his servants that the second born not be named, but be removed from his sight and slain before the sun should set on his birth date.
The first born, on the other hand, was cherished and named Jotham (Jehovah is perfect). He was raised as the only child of King Montrose, receiving instruction in all the arts and literature. Prepared in diplomacy and warfare, mastering every subject undertaken, many believed him to be the perfect crown prince to lead the Kingdom of Kerithia.
However, seeded deep within Jothamís soul was a spirit of pride.
Far across the land, the tiny border hamlet of Mashal harbored a far different son of Kerithia. His name was Jozacar (Jehovah has remembered). From the Kingís servants who spared his life to his adopted father Jason (Jehovah saves), the Lord did indeed remember Jozacar in all he did.
Despite his disfigurement, this young man worked the fields of his adopted fatherís farm without complaint. He thrived in Mashalóhis countenance as pleasing as the sunny plains surrounding his home. His true identity was known only to his immediate family.
Seeded deep within Jozacarís soul was a spirit of humility.
In the twenty-first year of their lives, an inexplicable forceóa white stag--drew them together as the young crown prince led a hunting party into the forests of Narithia near Mashal. A hunt so far from the palace was unprecedented and reckless, but Jothamís spirit was strong and the king seldom denied him.
Jozacar met Jotham in the forest that day, both seeking shadows. Rumors abounded for years of a large snow white stag in the Narithian forests, but few could relate sightings with absolute certainty.
The animal passed through the mists as if an apparition. And so it was that day for the two brothers as they came face-to-face with their destiny, face-to-face with themselves.
Eyewitnesses recounted a wondrous sight in a large clearing as the crown prince and his brother were swept up in a whirlwind around the white stag and lifted heavenward for a matter of minutes. Darkness met light. Pride clashed with humility. Torn apart. Reunited.
When the winds cleared, only one brother, free of blemish and anointed, was left standing next to the stagóthe new crown prince of Kerithia--Jothzacar.
The Kingdom of God is light and darkness; toil and triumph; beginning and end.
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