The Prince

Growing up, I enjoyed fairy tale stories. They usually started with “Once Upon A Time…”  This morning, I decided to create my own story placing myself as the main character and comparing it with the real Prince of Peace. 

 

Once upon a time, I was a Prince. From the beginning of my days, I was constantly beside my father. We did everything together, hand-in-hand. My home was elaborate and beautiful. All my needs and much more were provided. I was well protected and did not have to live among people who lied, cheated, murdered, and stole.

     Then one day, my father said, “My son, I want you to set aside your crown, riches, and princely ways and go out from this protected home and environment to live among those evil people you watch, from upon this hill, every day. I want you to go out, meet them, and teach them the right way to live.”

      “What! No way!” was my response. “I am not giving up my wealth. Have you lost your mind?” was my final question.

     My father just looked at me with firmness and pushed me out the door. 

     I stood there crying, feeling abandoned. What just happened? I did not want to live with these evil, disobedient people. I wanted my luxury. They surely would not listen to what I had to tell them. I was feeling…well, really, I did not know all my feelings or emotions. My father had just told me to do something I had no desire to do. I thought my father had completely lost his mind, and I would just sit on his doorstep and cry, groan, and disobey his instructions until he decided he was wrong or until a beautiful Princess came along to rescue me. 

     I could continue this story and make up some “happy ending” but I am just one of those sinful people who the true Prince of Peace came willingly to rescue. 

     The true Prince of Peace, Jesus, lovingly obeyed His Father. He left his home and Father willingly. He came bringing love to those doing wrong. He walked among the people and provided healing and teaching.  

     If my father had said, “Now it is time. Get upon that cross and let people hammer nails into your hands to save these wretched people,” I would have said “No!” 

     Jesus did not say “No!” He did it of His own free will. He did the will of His Father, and by doing so, I am saved!