Saying, Blessed be the King that cometh in the name of the Lord: peace in heaven, and glory in the highest. And some of the Pharisees from among the multitude said unto him, Master, rebuke thy disciples. And he answered and said unto them, I tell you that, if these should hold their peace, the stones would immediately cry out. Luke 19:38-40
I don’t know how long I just walked and listened to the words of the King. To be honest, I couldn’t remember a time in my life that I had actually listened to anyone. Even though I couldn’t see Him, I could still feel His hand firmly holding mine. My sense of urgency was gone for once, and I felt at peace. This was exactly how I felt when I chose to be reborn as Harmony. I just hope I can always feel like this, but a creeping voice tried to whisper doubts into my heart.
Before I knew it, I was back at the door of the tent, and the King let go of my hand. My fingers tingled from the memory of His touch, and of their own volition they stretched out in search for Father’s hand once again. There was nothing, but I felt the lightest of kisses on my cheek as the wind blew the tent flap open. As a foreign giggle escaped my lips, I felt completely embarrassed at my uncustomary reaction. I was grateful that no one witnessed that.
It took my three seconds to process that another human being had uttered those words. As I slowly turned to face the young boy reclining against the chaise, it took everything in me not to snarl at the child. I did not like children. “Who are you little boy? How did you get here? What are you doing here?” I asked a little briskly.
He just hopped off and ran to stand in front of me. Up close, I may have underestimated his age, but the top of his head only reached my shoulder. With curly blonde hair and green eyes, the scrawny boy did not seem affected by my presence. “Look, I’m Nathan. Grace found me and told me to come get you and be your temporary guide. Let’s go.”
Without ceremony, Nathan grabbed my hand and dragged me to the exit. Normally, I wouldn’t have let him lead me, but as soon as his small hand wrapped mine, I was taken aback by how similar the feeling felt like my King was holding my hand once again. I got ahold of my senses once we left the confines of the tent, but we were no longer in the forest. In fact, even the tent disappeared as soon as we took a few steps away. We had somehow transported.
I relinquished my hand and tried to stop Nathan from going further, but he just kept walking on the new road. “Come on!” he yelled over his shoulder. I looked around my surroundings. We seemed to be on a well-travelled road that led into an unknown town. The land barely had any trees. Except for the rolling green hills, there were no familiar landmarks to prompt a location to mind. With a snort at my fortune, I ran to catch up with my young guide.
Initially the young boy tried to act grownup, but after ten minutes he was telling me everything that came to his mind. Nathan was a ten year old boy whose parents died from illness. Before he could be sent to the orphanage, the Forgotten King intervened. “I was just seven years old when He rescued me,” said Nathan joyfully. I couldn’t help but return his smile. I understood exactly what it felt like to be rescued by the King and be chosen to be part of His family.
As we continued to amble along, I noticed a group of people staggering down the road. Even from far away, I could tell that some of them were tipsy from alcohol. The closer we came to encounter them, the more anxious I felt. As soon as I heard the word “Prince” being uttered from their lips, I wanted to pick up Nathan and run far and fast.
I was so focused on calmly passing them and keep walking that I didn’t realize that Nathan was no longer by my side. I looked over my shoulder, and the foolish boy was actually talking to the group of strangers. I ran back to fetch him, but his words made my blood run cold, “The Prince isn’t our true leader. The Forgotten King is.”
Most of the men just laughed, but Nathan continued, “Choose to follow Him, and you can also be part of His kingdom!” I couldn’t breathe as I watched for a reaction. Most of them laughed off what Nathan said and just kept walking, but Nathan and I both noticed how one person looked back with hunger in his eyes.
As soon as the strangers were out of earshot, I grabbed Nathan’s shoulders and berated him for his risky actions. “What were you thinking, Nathan! If those men were sober, they could have captured us and taken us both to Prince’s castle.” I leaned in closer to get my point across. “Prince will have no problem killing us because we know the true King.”
Nathan belligerently shook me off and began to berate me. “I don’t care if Prince captures me because I know where my home is.” He returned to walking on the road, but he paused and looked solemnly at me. “There are so many people who believe in the lies. It’s our job to speak the truth. How else can they know that they need a Rescuer?”