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Topic: GRADUATE (08/01/19)
- TITLE: The School of Life
By Graham Insley
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There was a battle to be fought. A victory to be won. And he was the one to do it. It was his destiny, his fateâ€¦ but more than that, it was his desire. He wanted to face the foe, to bring it on where another had failed. He would show how it should be done. But arrogance was not part of his character. He wasnâ€™t here to â€˜flauntâ€™ his stuff, strut like a peacock and parade his tail. No, it was just a matter of fact, he needed to get the job doneâ€¦ and that was what he was going to do.
There was no food out here. Just the heatâ€¦ and the hunger. The sun was one thing, but the lack of food was another. Tummy rumbling, gastric juices at work on hopeful memories of whatever was last devoured. And all the while, time was moving on like a steam train on track for a head on collision. Two heads were coming to one point, one unresisting force meeting another. But so it had to be. As certain as the sun rising each morning and beating down on these red hot sands. The battle would be met, and one alone would come out victor. But victory would not bring peace, only more war.
Walking on, into the searing hotness and further away from the source of nourishment, our hero steadfastly journeyed. No matter the sound of a grumbling digestive track, the beat of a headache which felt like a million tribesmen beating drums in time with his intense temperature affected blood flow, stumbling but determined, a fighter ready for a fight, our champion of the people trod steadfastly forward.
Yet not a blow would be thrown. No, there would be no physical punch landing and there would be no thrust and parryâ€¦ not of a bodily kind anyway. This would be a combat of words with truth and lies being the weapons of choice. Carefully formed on the lips of each contestant would be the sharp edge of cutting destruction. Each one determined to show that their â€˜truthâ€™ was right, that they had the response being sought, their answer was the answer to all life, the water so lacking in a parched land, a shelter from this soul destroying heat, the forgiveness needed in an unforgiving landscape of human turmoil. So hung the scales of everyoneâ€™s existence. And the words to soon issue forth would decide humanityâ€™s fate. Victory or defeat hung as slender as a thread could ever be. But one man, with jaw like granite and a heart beating as only his heart could, strode into the battle assured and ready.
But even though determined to win, he knew this would not be the end. Others would now face the same fight, the same foe. His was only a preliminary contest. The defining one; that was certainly as true as his words would be. The words that would now bring defeat to the mind bending, soul twisting words of his foe. Definingâ€¦ yes. But not the end. The final word on all matters, but not the last word. In future time, each fighter to come must issue his own choice of Word from his own inner self. Each person down through the ages must decide for him or herself who held the Word of Truth, the Word of Life.
Jesus not only left the desert a Victor, but also as the first Graduate from the Academy of Life. He faced off with the tempter of tempters and passed with flying colours. Now enrolled with undisputed honours in the university of the Kingdom of Heaven, He leads the way for us all.
We too can become graduates from the School of Life and have our name engraved on the plaque at the Gates of Heaven. Graduate with honoursâ€¦ choose the Word of Truth, choose Jesus.
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