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Topic: Favoritism (02/28/05)
TITLE: Father Always Loved You Best
By Dixie Phillips
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“How did I get here?” I mumbled out loud to myself.
The last thing I remembered were my brothers hissing, “Father always loved you best!” They pushed me and I fell. Then, I awoke in this strange place.
Heavy footsteps echoed down the stone hall. Keys clanged against the dungeon door. Suddenly, the thick door opened.
“You........ come with me!” barked the soldier.
Trembling I rose to my feet.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“To see His Majesty the King.” He's asked for you.
I stumbled through the narrow corridors. Finally, a bright light shone upon me. I winced and covered my eyes with my filthy hands.
“This way....” grunted the soldier.
Then, before my eyes was the King. He watched me as I struggled to reach my destination of His throne.
“Give him a drink.” the King ordered.
A young peasant girl handed me a cool drink of water.
“Thank you.” I muttered.
The King stroked His beard and replied. “You are here by Royal Decree.”
“No, Your Majesty! It's my brothers....... They are the ones who brought me here. They have always been jealous of my father's love for me.”
A royal hand tenderly touched my shoulder. “You think it was your brothers. But I know what is going on behind the scenes. You have come to this place by Royal Decree! I have need of you.”
“You, the King has need of me?” I gasped. “Me... Why, I'm the least of my brothers. My oldest brother, Luke, is much smarter than I. And my other brother, Benjamin.... He is gifted beyond measure. Surely, Your Majesty, You would want them.”
“Silence! It is you I want.”
I looked into His regal eyes. Love flowed through them and swept over my broken-heart. In my mind's eye I saw every hurt I had ever experienced. I wept openly before His Majesty and bowed low at His feet. That's when I the nail-prints in His feet.
“Your Majesty!” I lifted my hands in worship.
He took my hand and lifted me to my feet. “No longer will you wear these tattered robes of grief and sadness, but I want to clothe you with new garments of praise and anoint you with the oil of joy. Then I will send you out to find others who are broken by life. You will comfort them with the same comfort I have comforted you.”
My heart burned within my breast. Never had anyone ever spoken like this Man. I knew in that moment that my life would never be the same again. I was changed for this life and eternity.
“Who told You about me?” I asked.
“Your Heavenly Father!” the King answered.
“My brothers were right.” I chuckled. “My Father does love me best.”
The faithful soldier grinned at the King. The King's eyes twinkled at his loyal subject's response.
“That's what they all say, Your Majesty! You did it again! That's why You are known as the King of Kings!”
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