The Road To The Kingdom

Since I have not prepared anything for the site yet, I decided to share a piece that I wrote a while back and never really did anything with.  The Road To The Kingdom  was inspired by the work of John Bunyan and his work, Pilgrim’s Progress.  I liked the style he used in that story and endeavored to do something similar here.  It also reflects the internal struggle that I have faced, still face, and will likely face in the future.

The Road To The Kingdom

By the light of the Kingdom I go. By the Light of the Kingdom I see the road. I travel the road towards the village of Forgiveness, which I must pass through on the way to the Kingdom. Forgiveness is a pleasant village with warm meals and comfy beds, waiting to receive the weary traveler. But the way is perilous an fraught with danger. In the shadows lurk unspeakable things.

On this road, as I made my way to Forgiveness, I was delayed by servants of the dark one. I rounded a bend and just around the turn stood a thief blocking my way. His name was Bitterness, for he would steal my joy if I so allowed it. But the instead of yielding, I drew my sword; as I travel armed. A kingly blade as it was, I forced Bitterness off the road, and I attempted to move onward. But out of the shadows leapt a murderer. His name was Hatred, who kills one’s lobe and stills their heart as if it were stone. I turned about to parry his thrust. Engaged in battle as we were, Bitterness crept closer to attack while my back was turned. For a brief moment, I had disarmed Hatred and turned to Bitterness before he could harm me. Bitterness fled into the shadows. With my attention focused elsewhere, Hatred re-armed himself and attacked with renewed vigor. I was almost caught off guard. As I defended myself from Hatred, Bitterness again attacked form the shadows he had retreated to.

Back and forth we went, with no gained ground for either party. For how long we fought I don’t rightly know. Fearsome foes as they were, they might have subdued me in time. As I grew weary of the fight, and weakened to the edge of exhaustion, they only became stronger. I would not surrender to them. They would kill me before I lay down my arms and allow them to steal my joy or turn my heart to stone. I slowed, and almost failed to block a deadly strike. I had, for a brief moment, lowered my guard.

As my defense began to falter a great warrior riding a white steed came to my rescue. his armor seemed to reflect the sun in all directions. His sword was fast, and there was no fault to be found in His skill with the blade. I knew who this was. He was the patron champion of the village of Forgiveness, and the Lord of the Kingdom Himself. And there He was, fending off my assailants in my moment of need. With no hope of victory, my aggressors fled in to the darkness form which they came.

From there, my Lord and King personally escorted me towards my destination. His armor not ever losing its shine. Together we traveled on the road to the Kingdom, by the Light of the Kingdom, by the way of Forgiveness. In time, I found myself standing at the gate of mercy, which invited travelers into Forgiveness. I looked in, but thought back to the road. In a way, I was still fighting the two foes.

I could still hear the steal on steal, ringing in my ears. In hindsight, I saw many attacks aimed at my heart that should have ended me. By all rights, I should have died on that road. Then I recalled something peculiar. Many well-aimed strike by my foes were blocked, but not by my blade. I pondered this some more. As I relived the attack in my mind, I saw not two attacking one, but two defending against two. There was no mistaking the fourth party. My Lord and King had beneath me the entire time. But so immersed in the fight as I was, I had not noticed my Savior until He went on the offensive and drove the two away. How foolish of me to think I had withstood such an attack for these powerful battle-hardened enemies on my own.

I looked down at my attire; muddied and worn by the open road. A warm breeze blew through the streets of Forgiveness. The aromas of warm bread and other delectable meals filled my nostrils. “Come. Feast with Me in the village.” I looked up to my King to find Him smiling down at me. I smiled and looked through the gate of mercy again. I stepped through, at last in the safe walls of Forgiveness. Tonight I will rest well.

But I still remember. In my mind I still go back to that fight with Bitterness, who would steal my joy; and Hatred, who would kill my love and turn my heart to stone. I remember the cold look in their eyes. I remember the fierceness of their attacks. I remember the relentless efforts to subdue me. But what I remembered most, is my Lord and King who was there for me when my guard was down. And I will never forget how He traveled with me on the road to the Kingdom, by the Light of the Kingdom, by the way of Forgiveness.

I hope you enjoyed this piece.  Please check back again later for more posts.  God Bless.

-JCH