A Fairytale

So, I wrote this a few months ago, but I had a friend recently edit it for me.  When I was writing it, I was thinking at how dumb chick flicks are cuz they never happen.  I myself was struggling with writing such a love story as my pen keeps wanting to write at times.  But then I was made aware of all the love stories in the Bible, so finally I set out to write what turned into this fairytale.  I wanted to cover some things that we don’t hear about in secular fairy tales.  Here’s what came to be! Hope you like.  =)^2 Anna

 

In a land far away, there lived a king and his queen who ruled the people with grace and justice.  The people loved and respected their king and queen, who were interested in their people as much as their family.  The two rulers lacked one thing: a child.  They longed for a child desperately, and waited until their patience almost died, but they would not give up hope.  And finally, through the queen was getting later in her years, it was announced to the kingdom that they would be having a baby.  An heir to the throne!  The whole kingdom rejoiced!  But when it was time for the baby to be born, a stillborn took the place of the happy baby they had been expecting.  Dare they wait for another?  What was this hope they had been waiting for?  And so patiently, they waited, until finally, the queen once again announced the coming of a child.  The kingdom was happy, though it held its breath.  And finally, a baby girl was born, healthy and happy.  And they named her Princess Naava, for she was beautiful.  A few days following her birth, the king and queen threw a party in rejoicing for their little girl, and the whole kingdom was invited!  Everyone, that is, except for Wasaki, the king’s arch enemy.  Always picking a fight, the king avoided Wasaki as much as possible, not that Wasaki would be avoided so easily.  It was still surprising, however, when he showed up anyway.

“What are you doing here?” boomed the king.  The guards positioned themselves to attack.

“I was just going to welcome your new little baby!  I notice my invitation was lost in the mail.” Wasaki smiled, even as a darkness shadowed the sky and his eyes at the same time.  The king knew of Wasaki’s jealousy and shuddered at his very presence in the room.  “I even brought a gift.”

“No!” cried his queen, reaching forward as she fell out of her seat.  The king drew her back.  His wife sometimes knew better than he the danger that lurked nearby.

“What are you going to do to her?” he asked in a threatening voice.  He kept his eyes focused on Wasaki, but felt his guards inch forward, readying their weapons.

Wasaki just smiled and started laughing cynically.  The king felt his anger rising.  “I said a gift, didn’t I?  He continued, ignoring the king’s muttering.  “My gift,” he proclaimed, “shall be your people’s first exposure to my world!”

The queen dashed to her feet, pulling away from her husband’s grasp.  She ran toward the cradle where her baby lay, panic strewn on her face.

Wasaki raised his hand up, and, just as the queen saw baby Naava’s precious face, both the baby and Wasaki vanished.

 

The king lost no time in banishing Wasaki’s presence in his land ever.  Wasaki probably had known it was coming, for he had established his world long ago.  But his rules and his laws left no being any room for fulfillment; the king had tried to go down there, but it was no use.  He could not get his daughter back.  Soon, word spread throughout the kingdom.  The king was willing to let anyone offer input if they thought it would help.  Few came, for they were all as stumped as the king himself.  All had heard about his failed attempts previously.  One day, a young man, who was merely a shepherd, called on the king as he was in the throne room.  The man expressed interest to the king in helping.

“Perhaps this will work,” said the young man as he presented his plan.

“You do know the cost of this plan?” the king asked the boy, hesitant.

“If it will save her, I will do it.”

“Why are you willing to do such a thing?” the king inquired.

“I have been hearing for years of this terrible thing that Wasaki has done.  He must be stopped.  And…I have not been able to stop thinking about the princess.”

The king nodded, comprehending what the young man was saying.  “Well, my attempts thus far have failed.  This you have no doubt heard.  But come with me, my boy, and we will make this the best rescue mission in all of history.”

 

Josiah had been a shepherd all his life.  It was pretty much all he knew.  He used to go out and “help” his dad and older brothers, when he would actually be doing more harm than good.  But he had learned the importance of keeping every one of his sheep safe.  Even if only one wandered off, he would go and look for that very one.  Josiah had been young when the princess had been taken, but it was talk for some time.  He had learned of her, and seen pictures of her as a babe.  He didn’t even know her.  But he found he was willing to give his life for her.  After consulting with his father, he knew what he must do.  So he had brought his plan before the king.  Since then, he had learned much and together, he and the king had indeed formed the rescue mission.  And he, a shepherd, would save Princess Naava.

 

Wasaki’s land was one parallel opposite of that which was his home.  Where goodness and grace reigned at home stood despair and dispute.  The list of differences went on, and Josiah found himself wondering what he got himself into.  The people were speaking, but no sense came from their mouths.  “Teach them,” had been his king’s instruction.  And so he did.  He began to speak of the way he grew up knowing and understanding things—the way of his homeland.  He found a group of friends who were happy to learn what he had to say.  Not everybody liked his teachings, but some were intrigued.  And one of those who was intrigued, Josiah eventually identified as Naava, although she didn’t know herself by that name.  So Josiah kept teaching, aware that when his mission was complete, Naava would find a new identity that was hers all along and be reunited with her father, who loved her more than any love he could see here.

The time came when Josiah knew he must finish the final task of the mission.  The act that would save not only Naava, but all who inhabited this land, from Wasaki and his evil ways.  His friends disapproved of it, but it had already been decided.  Once more, he checked in with his king, to ensure that this was the only way, for if another option had been found, he would prefer to take that instead.

 

The betrayal of one of his friends led to an arrest.  The arrest produced a death sentence, but it was a death sentence for Naava and the others, that they might be free.  And as J.C. hung on the cross, he cried, “It is finished!”  And then he died.  He was taken away and buried in a borrowed tomb.  Naava was among the women who went back after a day or two to go and clean the body.  She was also among one of the first to discover that he was no longer there!  He had risen!

 

Josiah took Naava by the hand and brought her home.  The kingdom was happy to have their princess back.  They rejoiced with a party that is still going on today.  Wasaki still has power over his land, but it won’t be long until the king will be back for an epic battle.  People taken by Wasaki are being returned home all the time; ordinary people who do extraordinary things.  They help missing sons and daughters find their true identity.  And eventually they all find what Josiah and Naava found…their happily ever after.

Superheroes for Christ

Once, there were a fleet of superheroes that roamed a city and kept it safer than it would be.  All of the bad guys learned about God and were pursued and loved on until they broke down and realized that there was more to life than religion or immoral attitudes.  That God had a purpose for them and that Satan was just using them.  That while Satan hated them, yet filled their heads with any lie he could get them to believe, God loved them and wanted to have a personal relationship with them.  He was truth, through and through, and would comfort and love and desire them forever.

We join two such superheroes on a random sunny day in the city.

“Hey,” a menacing-looking bad guy said as he turned toward the two normal-looking young ladies and eyed their purses.

“Hello,” said one of the two in a cheerful tone, smiling.

All of a sudden the bad guy saw their protector and realized who they were.  He slowly backed away and ducked in between two buildings.

When the girls got back to HQ, they related the incident.  One of the guys started pulling out his armor.  “Aw, he’s arming up faster than me,” he said, referring to another of the guys in the back room.

In the back room, another of the guys was indeed arming up faster.  He fastened the belt of truth and put on the breastplate of righteousness.  The shoes on his feet made him ready to proclaim the gospel of peace.  He took the shield of faith, with which he would be able to quench all the flaming arrows of the evil one.  He took the helmet of salvation.  As he came into the front room again, the armor was not visible to the human eye.  He grabbed the Bible, which was his sword, and nodded to the other guys in the room.

“Go tell him about Jesus!” waved the girls as the guys left the building.

 

Superheroes.  Many of us.  Our powers?  Christ-supplied.  Our mission?  To live out the gospel and advance it.  Whatever the cost.  Our weapons?  We gear up with the whole armor of God daily.  Because the devil is lurking everywhere.  The Bible is our sword and our source of energy.  Prayer is one of the most powerful weapons we have.  We pray as if it all depends on God and we can do nothing on our own.  The absolute, most powerful weapon?  We have Christ living through us.  And he is the biggest superhero our world has ever known.

Walking down the street, gang-members and muggers back away because we have something different.  We don’t look like superheroes, but we have a power and a presence among us that one needs to experience to understand.  And in our time of crisis, Jesus is our protector.

It is the power of the devil verses the power of Christ.  And Christ always wins.  The devil can only draw out the battle a little longer.

We bring Jesus to save girls from trafficking and boys from the pressures of gang involvement.  The love that we share lures people away from suicide leaps and out of the deadly isolation that Satan takes hold of.  We find darkness so that we may shine light and bring the hope of Christ into it, making it dark no more.  We need not be identified by fame or names—we need only our identity in Christ.

Our relationship with God is the most important thing in the world to us.  We are suspended by it when we have nothing else.  We are radical for God.  Together, Christ radiates through this army, drawing more and more souls to himself.  We don’t care what others think of us—we do a kingdom dance whenever another spiritually orphaned child returns to the Father, no matter how terrible of dancers we are.  We sing and shout at the top of our lungs with praises.  Because God is just that miraculous!

To become one of us isn’t that hard.  The number one thing is to ask Christ to transform you like we did.  You have to be willing; you have to let Christ live through you and learn to not fight it, even if you want to.  And even after you have joined our team, you have to be careful.  The devil will fight you, testing your commitment to Christ and seeing if he can get in, anyway.  He will do anything to get in.  You must be on the lookout at all times.

We still struggle, too.  But to us, to live is Christ and to die is gain!

Unboring Action-Packed Blog, Take One

Unboring is me, writing this story on the way to SuFu the other day.  Prepare for awesomeness:

Once upon a time, there was a giant evil chicken.  The Giant Evil Chicken would sneak up (as much as he could sneak up) and peck at the little people, causing them to run around frantically like…chickens.  One day, the Giant Evil Chicken hid on an empty trailer and disguised himself as a Giant Chicken Mascot—you know, the ones that stand in front of some restaurant and say, “We serve chicken!” or in front of a school and say, “Go Fighting Chickens!”  You get the idea.  Well, the Giant Evil Chicken waited to make his move until the truck that was pulling the trailer was on the interstate.  His evil chicken eyes followed the minivan that they were passing, already coming up with a perfect  pecking plan.

MEANWHILE…on a farm not too far from said interstate…the Giant Awesome Puppy Dog’s ears perked up—he smelled scheming.  Tongue lapping, he ran to the interstate and leaped over it.

(By now, just so you know, all residents of said minivan are pretty much freaking out)

As the Giant Evil Chicken lifted his beak to gain momentum to peck through the minivan to get to the people, he saw the Giant Awesome Puppy Dog out of the corner of his eye.  Just so happened, that the Giant Awesome Puppy Dog saw the Giant Evil Chicken as well.  Giant Awesome Puppy Dog landed.  Turned.  Started growling.  Giant Evil Chicken flapped to get out of the trailer.  Got out.  Got on the other side of the interstate.  Cars slowed.  Traffic stopped to watch the battle of Giant Evil Chicken versus Giant Awesome Puppy Dog.

[battle scene]

Here are the highlights for those of you who missed the televised broadcast:

–      Giant Evil Chicken challenged Giant Awesome Puppy Dog.  Giant Awesome Puppy Dog jumped.  Giant Evil Chicken flapped.

–      Giant Awesome Puppy Dog barked.  Giant Evil Chicken flacked, pecked.  Giant Awesome Puppy Dog bit.

–      Giant Evil Chicken ran away.  Giant Awesome Puppy Dog followed.  Much faster, I might add.

–      Giant Awesome Puppy Dog won.  Giant Evil Chicken lost.

And all lived in perfect harmony and enjoyed Giant Evil Chicken Wings.

But not before an unknown egg hatched, a brother to Giant Evil Chicken.  But that’s for another story.

AKA: TO BE CONTINUED…