A Sacrifice of a Prince

Not all to long ago, lived a Beautiful Loving King, who ruled a good and noble kingdom, a kingdom of light. Ruled with love and compassion, truth, kindness, undeniable justice, freedom for all, the King made everything open to His people, all the access to any wisdom they needed for life. The good King gave His people all they could ever want, health, wealth, peace, security, demanding nothing, not even their worship even though he could, maybe even should. Demanding nothing except that they value and cherish above all things goodness and love, loving everyone as themselves, even themselves, instructing His people to the things that hurt others and in turn hurt themselves.

So was the love of the Great King, loving His subjects even more then any father could ever love his children, loving them so much He even gave them all the freedom, to do anything they wished, even to the point of allowing them to leave the safety of His realm, into to areas of the enemy, if they so desired. As much as the Great King gave everything to His precious children, there were those who would choose on their own to leave, often when darkness just couldn't loosen it’s grip from their heart, they would walk with their own two feet through the gate and into a world which only contained hate, anger, greed, and death.

How the Great Father wept for every soul that left, knowing once the kingdom of darkness wrapped it’s cruel greedy chains around the flesh of each of His children, none would ever return. What kept them away; shame, fear, guilt? Perhaps, but most likely the realization that the very chains that bound them, were the products of their own creation. Chained yes, but their hearts and spirits never forgotten where they came from. Great were the wailing's of the Good Kings people in this far off dark land.

Then one day the Father had a Son, ever so much of a true Son of the Father was He. All the people loved Him, because He loved them first. And while He deserved every inch of the palace that the Father shared with the Son, He chose to dwell among the people. He ate and slept, laughed and cried, held them, loved them, all equally without any favoritism, never lifting Himself above any, even though they would have, should have, lifted Him at every moment. He was all Good, all Kind, Truth manifested in a man. Wise beyond understanding, Love beyond comprehension, compassion without Limit. Men and women loved Him, His kindness and charity had no bounds, Children played at His feet, for comfort, safety, and security; for all these qualities wrapped their arms around Him like the strength of a thousand soldiers. He was the ultimate Man’s Man, and no one loved Him more then the King.

A dark day rose, but maybe for the Prince a glorious day, for Word came from the enemy that all the prisoners might be freed. All the souls that wanted to come back could, chains would be broken, sentences pardoned, costs erased, all the debts of the greedy, selfish, people that took without thinking, walked into darkness of their own free will, would be free, the forgotten found, the lost returned. A door from that horrible place back to the kingdom of Light would be unlocked for any and all who would be willing to enter, and the only cost would be that the Good and Perfect Prince, the Man that never hurt a single person, a Son that was only ever True and Good in His Fathers eyes, as well as anyone else who had known Him, had to surrender Himself to the enemy in their stead.

Nobody who knew Him, wanted Him to go, no one thought it was fair, but he enemy thought if he just imprison the Son, torture Him, kill Him, so too would the Father fall. There was in reality only two that knew the Son must go; one, the Son who would gladly had went even to sacrifice Himself for a single soul, and two, the Father who knew His Son, and knew that it was perhaps for this single act that His Son was born, and to deny Him the opportunity to sacrifice Himself for even a single subject, would deny the very character of the Son, He so loved and was.

The Son gave Himself, the door was unlocked, and all that remained was that the prisoners just walk through.

By Peter Colla

"Thank You Jesus for Your sacrifice for me, as I know I am that one prisoner that You sacrificed Yourself to set free. I believe with all my heart You have paid the price for my errors, I am so sorry, and I shall never forget that fact; ever in my heart will the thought of Your sacrifice for me dwell."

Published 6/12/2011