Take me to the King!

Take me to the King!

And He went a little beyond them, and fell to the ground and began to pray that if it were possible, the hour might [a]pass Him by. 36 And He was saying, “ Abba! Father! All things are possible for You; remove this cup from Me; yet not what I will, but what You will.”                                             Mark 14:35-36 (NASB)

By Bobby R. Henry, Sr.

     Have you ever watched little children playing in competitive games to which they have not learned to master the skills necessary for them to achieve their soul ambition; which is more than anything else at that time-to please you the parent?

     Remember the impression of a child that had tried so hard to please their parents at being the best at playing football but failed miserably because he did not have the physical attributes to compete with the other players.

     This child endeavors relentlessly but no matter how hard and how much effort he puts into it, he could not seem to get it.

     He would get knocked down time and time again. It was as if he was a human practice dummy. Every time he gathered himself up from the ground, he would look around for some comfort and support from his parents. His parents, not wanting to seem overly protective, would turn their heads away from him but if he was shaken really bad they were quick to offer the attention and treatment needed for him to continue in the conflict, both the internal and the physical fray.

     Sometimes that boy would wonder off all by himself like a wounded lion to lick his wounds and ponder his directions.

     I can still visualize him sitting under that tree with his head hung down crying, wondering how much longer would he have to battle what appears a no-win situation all by himself.

     Now the boy is all grown up; he has become a man with children of his own and the competitive games have turned into life responsibilities. Now when he is beaten, battered and knocked off his feet, he looks around only to see a mystic mirage type image of his parents telling him to get up and fight on.

     He grasps at the vision trying to embrace it, but it’s like trying to catch the wind. Everything that his parents have instilled in him was now pouring out like water in buckets filled with holes.

     From the crying boy under the tree to a man praying in his closet, the wherewithal still eludes him like trying to find mermaids in the sky.

     Now the man has assumed the position of a fugitive, but instead of being hounded and chased as an outlaw, he is chasing after that which will produce the hopes of being the man that his parents knew that he could be.

     The tree and the closet are both comforting and lonely at the same time. The extreme complexity of a true oxymoron.

     All the boy wanted to do was to please his parents despite the consequences of the turmoil presented in the quest.

     Now this man is presented with a dissimilar quest and a special Parent to please. This time, what is at stake is be-coming more than an accomplished athlete; it’s about uplifting, salvation and loving all despite the hardships that this encounter presents.

     This boy/man has engaged and intertwined, grown up and grown through a plethora of chasing hopes and expectations only to find himself back under the tree and in his closet, reaching for the strength to go own.

     Its time for this boy/man to be taken to the King!

Take Me To The King

By Tamela Man

Take Me To The King I don’t have much to bring My heart is torn in pieces It’s my offering Take Me To The King Truth is I’m tired Options are few I’m trying to pray But where are you? I’m all churched out Hurt and abused I can’t fake What’s left to do?…