A Short Story: THE MEMOIRS OF A KING “The Age to Come Through the Eyes of a King from the East”
Having destroyed the antichrist’s army, leveled his kingdom and thrown both the antichrist and his false prophet into the lake of fire Jesus will institute his millennial reign. This is the story of a king from the east who stood against the antichrist in those last days and now watches Jesus rule from Zion (Daniel 11:44 & Revelation 16:12).
In those days I King Chan II of the realm east of the Euphrates, the region known as New Korea; having seen the atrocities performed by that wicked king, who ruled with unquenchable hatred slaying all who spoke out against him, have now also seen his wicked tyranny come to an abrupt end. It is here that I write, in the second month of the thirty-first year of my reign as sovereign lord and king over my kingdom, in the fiftieth year of my life. I King Chan II recall that horrific time when that wicked man slew so many. It was by the end of his wicked and short reign that over half the population of the earth had fallen to war, pestilence and famine. Where once the earth had known such beauty and prosperity now knew destruction and famine. Where people once covered the earth, now through his wickedness both destruction and death had come to the earth.
I still recall when that wicked king came and sought to destroy Zion, yet no matter how small she was, she fought much more valiant than ever an army I have seen. I remember when he sought to make war against us kings of the east, as well as the fear that had gripped many of our hearts. That we might fall like so many nations had done so far. If it wasn’t for his struggles to overtake Zion we might have been swept away in his wrath. It was just enough of a distraction for us kings of the east to seek one final valiant attempt to flank him from his side. If ever we were to have a chance it would have been then, but alas even then his might was enough to hold us back. Still as I was there in the battle against that king, it was miraculous how that one tiny nation of Zion could stand as long as she did against his wrath. When many other nations had fallen so quickly, she stood defiant to the end. I would say it was the most magnificent display of might since the legend of the Spartans in Thermopylae; if it was not for Him who came to her rescue.
I will never forget that day when He showed up. It was as if He came out of nowhere. Never has a King shown up in such splendor and majesty, nor has there ever been an army so vast and so strong. If it was not enough for Him to show off His might that He Himself rode off to war to defend Zion. With a military like His, He simply could sit in the back and not even worry about fighting yet it was Him I remember who fought in the front lines at the battle for Zion. The way He fought, it was as if He had been consumed with a fiery jealousy in His heart, much like a husband whose wife had just been assaulted before their gaze. The anger in His eyes from the destruction that had befallen Zion was as if someone had poked the apple of His eye. His gaze alone was enough to cause the strongest of warriors to quake, yet it was the way He fought that set Him apart. It was nearly as if He didn’t even need His army as He slew that wicked king’s military. This Man fought with such tenacity that His garments were dripping with the blood of His enemies; surely there was more to this Man than what meets the eye. It was not until after that great battle did I hear the cry of Hosanna to the Son of David. It was there long-awaited King, King Jesus.
The people of Zion as well as those who served Him that were not from Zion greatly rejoiced and celebrated the return of their great and mighty King. Over the years things began to change as soon as the King returned and set up His throne He surprisingly went straight to work in establishing His Kingdom. His Kingdom grew so fast and so beautiful as He began to restore all that had fallen to destruction during the wars against that wicked king. I have even heard the rumors that the poor are all being fed and clothed in His Kingdom.
I King Chan II in the eleventh month of the sixty-first year of my reign of the realm east of the Euphrates, the region known as New Korea have seen much over these last thirty years of this King of Zion. It is said that already that much of the deserts of that region have turned into oasis’s as if it were all just one big garden. Not one negative word have I heard about the King of Zion. It would seem that all of His people both love and adore Him. Word has reached my ears that His people volunteer freely to serve Him and His Kingdom. What is His secret? Surely He must be doing something to get them to serve Him in this manner. I must continue to observe this King of Zion.
I King Chan II in the fourth month of the eighty-first year of my reign of the realm east of the Euphrates, the region known as New Korea have lived these last one hundred years, yet it would seem as though my body is growing younger. Or rather I should say it is as if I were returning to the days of my strength. I find that I feel, look and even have the same strength and speed as though I were in my late twenties. What is this? I feel as though it all began when He established His throne in Zion. It is not just me but my family and subjects are all experiencing it as well.
I King Chan II in the fifth month of the one hundred and twenty-first year of my reign of the realm east of the Euphrates, the region known as New Korea have received word that the King of Zion has found the cure for every known disease. There is no sickness known to man that can stand in His Kingdom. I must discover what kind of medicine they are using; perhaps He would help me with bringing healing to my people. I shall go and seek Him out in person, for perhaps I will get some answers to the questions I have about Him in the process.
I King Chan II in the ninth month of the one hundred and twenty-first year of my reign of the realm east of the Euphrates, the region known as New Korea write what transpired of my visit to the King of Zion. Never have I seen such beauty, for the houses of His own subjects was enough to make the palaces of the kings of the east to be shamed. When I entered His throne room it was decked with the purest of gold and ivory. The music that was played in the throne room was as if it was filled with joy and peace, for never have I experienced such joy and peace. As I approached the King on His throne I saw Him high and lifted up and adorned in beauty. The splendor and majesty of His throne room was enough to cause my heart to tremble in His presence, yet at the same time I felt as though I was being strengthened.
As I approached the King I began to bow before Him with my gift of silver and gold in my hand, to pay homage to Him. I knew it would mean nothing to Him for it pales in comparison to His great halls. Nevertheless as I bowed and offered it before Him, to my surprise I glanced up to see Him arise and begin walking down from His great thrown to me. I was both shocked and afraid as this great King approached me. Out of fear I began to bow lower, when unexpectedly He stretched out His hand to me to stop me from bowing. He brought to me a chair made of the purest of gold, silver and ivory and bid me to sit in it. The chair alone was far greater than the thrones of the kings of the east. I began to ask myself “Is He trying to humiliate me with this great chair?” “Is He trying to show off His great wealth and power?” Nothing would have prepared for what was to happen next, for he pulled out a golden bowl and said to me “My first rule for all that enter into my throne room, is that I get to wash their feet.” With a smile He began to take my shoes off. I sought to resist Him at first because of how frustrated it made me, but something kept me from doing so, call it fear or curiosity whatever it was I let Him proceed in washing my feet. As He washed my feet His gaze met mine and it felt as though His eyes were reading my soul. As He continued He began to tell me how much He loves me and just how much He loves my people. I had no clue just how to respond. Afterwards He returned to His throne and asked if I was thirsty. One of His servants entered dressed in the finest of linens; they came in full of joy to serve us wine. I found it quite odd that He had no royal cupbearer to taste the wine to make sure it was not poisoned such confidence. I found the wine to be the best tasting wine I have ever had; it brought such joy and pleasure to my heart.
Soon after the King asked me what was on my heart, so I asked Him what His secrets were. How had He made the land become so prosperous and beautiful? How did all poverty in His land end? How has He cured all forms of disease? How did He amass such a military on the earth to defeat the wicked king? For it was as if there were more in His army then there were on the earth prior to their appearing at the battle for Zion. Finally I asked Him if He knew why it seemed as though people began to regain their youth shortly after His reign began, and since then it was if the aging process took much longer. As He answered each question it was as if I felt He was encouraging and strengthening me with His gracious words. After my meeting with Him I felt as if I were leaving with more questions in my heart than before. As I left to return back to my kingdom I found myself continually looking back at His Kingdom wondering. I feel that I will wonder about this great King of Zion for many years.
I King Chan II in the third month of the two hundred and fifteenth year of my reign of the realm east of the Euphrates, the region known as New Korea; much of the world has changed over the last two hundred years. The Kingdom of Zion has vastly expanded; I have heard that there is peace among Assyria, Egypt and Zion. It has reached my ear that the Kingdoms that choose to make war against this great King of Zion quickly fall; however, I have also heard that those who have chosen to submit to this great King are shown mercy and even rewarded. It is not just the kings that are rewarded but their subjects who willfully choose to submit to this King of Zion. What is His secret?
I King Chan II in the seventh month of my three hundred and thirty-first year of my reign of the realm east of the Euphrates, the region known as New Korea write as follows: Famine has hit my realm, yet it would seem that the Kingdom of Zion and all who are in subjection to her are experiencing bounty. Having desired to know what His secret is I have sent word to Him to let Him know that I desire to visit with Him. However, on the day of my departure I heard a great uproar in my city. As the cries in the city grew louder and closer I heard some saying “It’s the King of Zion!” Quickly I arose to gaze out the window to see for myself. Expecting to see some great parade of soldiers with the King, I simply saw the King of Zion and handful of men on horseback. This was hardly what one would expect. The men with Him were not guards dressed for battle, rather they were in the finest of linens and not one carried a sword. As I ran to my throne to prepare myself, began to ask myself “Why is He here?”
As He entered my throne room He came in dressed so elegantly that His garments made mine look as mere rags. It would somehow seem as though He had grown more majestic since our previous meeting. He walked towards my throne with such strength and gentleness. As one of my servants introduced Him in my court I realized that His men were nowhere to be seen; however, what He did next was the biggest surprise. He bowed before me. Though His bow was not one of showing fear or timidity in my presence and it was not one of insecurity. In fact as He bowed it seemed as though it was done in confidence knowing He was more powerful, thus no need to show off out of insecurity. In truth it seemed as though He was attempting to honor me as one would a friend. His first words were words of apology for His sudden and uninvited arrival. He began to tell me that upon receiving my letter of the state of my kingdom that He and His companions set off immediately to come and offer aid. I felt so humbled and honored to see this great King come in all haste to personally meet with me. As He continued He said these words which I will never forget, “When I said I loved you and your people, I truly meant it.” His words were as though someone had taken a double-edged sword, and plunged it straight into my heart. As I was still reeling from His words He began to ask me if I was free to show Him around the city so He could get a better idea of what all I need help with.
As I took Him up on His request, I led Him down into the city to show Him the beautiful places. I began to wonder where His companions were but before I could ask He revealed to me, how they dispersed to go through out my city to help the people in whatever way they could. Shocked by these words, I was even more thrown back when said to me; how He did not desire to look upon the beautiful places. It was the broken down places that He desired to see, that He might rebuild the ashes into beauty. So of course I began to show Him where the places were that had been most impacted by the famine. I showed Him the districts where the poor lived, to my surprise He began to go to the people and give to them water from His own bottle. The most astonishing thing was is that it never seemed to run dry as people flocked to drink from His water bottle. He even seemed to have enough bread, fruit and nuts in His bag to feed all the people who came to Him.
When He finished with all who came to Him we continued going about the city until He saw the sector of the city that had been most destroyed by the riots. At this point He stopped me to tell me He had seen enough and was ready to start helping me rebuild and take care of my people. To my astonishment He rolled up His sleeves and walked straight over to where those doing construction were and began to help them. As I sought to stop Him to let Him know we had workers for this such job, He simply smiled and told me “I told you I came to help you and your people out because I love you all; besides I know My way around carpentry.” I had no clue how to respond. I simply watched Him for a bit in amazement. Who is this great King who is willing to feed the poor and get His hands dirty with manual labor? I even felt the fear and insecurity rise up in my heart that the people may turn on me and choose Him. However, something in me leads me to believe that He would not take my throne unless I gave it to Him freely.
I King Chan II in the eighth month of the three hundred and thirty-first year of my reign of the realm east of the Euphrates, the region known as New Korea write as follows: It has been nearly one month since He arrived in my city to offer assistance. If He was not helping to feed my people then He would be seen helping to rebuild the areas that had fallen to ruin. At first I was quite skeptical of His agenda; I was not sure if He was secretly trying to spy out my land or even try to turn my people against me with His great wealth by feeding them all. Alas I am beginning to feel as though He really is just here to help serve us, simply because He loves us. This is so new to me, however, I do fear as though that the people may begin to revolt or all leave when He eventually returns to His Kingdom. Nevertheless His help has been quite helpful as the famine has ended and the Kingdom is now starting to stabilize again. The repairs to the houses and business, as well as the new wells and farms have made the land more fertile and left the people in better condition.
On one particular day as I was sitting in the great halls having a meal of celebration with the King of Zion and His companions; when a great commotion was heard as the captain of my guards entered. As he entered into the great halls he began to rejoice aloud declaring that they had finally found the man who had murdered my father over three hundred years ago. The man had worked as an assassin for that wicked king and poisoned my father when I was eighteen years old. I had always hoped we would eventually find the man, though I had expected that he had since then died. As my guards brought the man in before us, I knew it was him as soon as I saw his face. How could one forget the face of the man who murdered their father? As I began to question where they had found him I kept one eye on the King of Zion to observe how He might react. My guards informed me that they had found him among the inner city districts feeding the poor and even served in their reconstruction. As I began to send him to the dungeons, the great King stopped me and asked me if He might hear this man’s story as to why a former assassin was now serving the poor.
This in short is what the man said: “After I assassinated my king’s father the previous king for that wicked king, I continued performing assassinations for him. Whoever would offer a high enough price would have my knife at their command. However, as time went on I was beginning to see the chaos I was helping bring to the world and thus withdrew from helping the wicked king. After the great war for Zion I found myself working as a thug for local gangs and spending most of my time and money in taverns and brothels. I honestly began to desire death, as I would spend hours trying to drink the faces of those whom I had killed away. However, I began to notice something strange and that was I was in a sense getting younger and now ageing much slower. I felt as though I had been cursed to live and unnaturally long life with the faces of my victims continually tormenting me.”
“One hundred years following the great war for Zion I found myself hitting rock bottom and lying in a ditch as a man named Stephen had found me and began to help me. The man was so noble looking in appearance as well as dress that I thought he was some great lord of a land. He had glow about his face that just left me stunned. He began to help me by feeding me, clothing me and even helping me to sober up. He had a companion with him, a man named Paul who looked just as majestic as he. They seemed to be the best of friends. Paul would ask me many questions about my life and my past; for some reason he never seemed offended or shocked when I told him of all the wickedness of my past. Even when I told him of people I had murdered in my past, he would just begin to tell me of how he can relate. Then he would just go on to tell me of how he used to do the same, but he found redemption and from then on his life began one of blessing and giving life rather than taking it. Stephen would just be smiling beside him, as though he was thinking of something or rather remembering something from long ago. I found it hard to believe that this man could ever have done the horrible things that I had once done, but for some reason even in my doubt something told me to listen to him and believe. These two were quite the pair of friends in how they interacted with each other and how they served me, each other and others. They seemed to have some history of brotherhood that was unlike anything I have ever seen. Words could not put to words how they interacted with each other.”
“After I parted way with these two I began to search out forgiveness for all my wickedness by helping others in hopes that I would eventually find redemption for my sins. For the last two hundred years I have traveled the world helping others in hopes that I would find redemption for my sins. My Lord Chan I beg thee that thou would please forgive me. It seems that my travels have brought me to your feet for forgiveness for the father I stole and the life I destroyed. I know I have wronged you, your family and your people and willingly receive whatever punishment you deem worthy, for I know I have sinned.”
As I rose up to sentence him to the gallows, the King of Zion rose up and began walking towards the man and stretched out His hand towards him and helped him up. “Today,” said the King “Today mercy has triumphed of judgment. If you will allow King Chan I would like to claim this man for myself, call it payment for everything I have done; for I can see in his heart that he has truly changed. My son today you shall know redemption. Today I have bought you for Myself that you may know freedom.” Before I could say anything the King looked at me and His gaze felt as though He was reading my soul. Suddenly out of nowhere I began to remember all of the wicked things I have once done in my life. I felt as though I was unable to pass judgment upon this man for I too have done so much wickedness and am deserving of judgment.
Later that night I met with the King alone in my study and began to talk with Him. I began to ask Him all the questions I have had building in my heart about Him and His ways. One after another He would answer them and in some way I felt as though new questions would arise in my heart. It was though each question was a head of a hydra and with each answer a head was cut off for two more to replace it. Eventually the King stopped me and asked me why I would not just go ahead and ask Him who He was. I realized that this was the chief question of my heart. “Well my Lord who are You?” Suddenly His eyes began to change and look as though they were far older than the world itself and far wiser than all the wisdom of the world. He told me “It begins with a God desiring a family and His Son’s pursuit of a bride.”
Then He began to tell me about the prophets of Israel from the days of old, about the creation of world, humanity’s plunge from grace and how redemption came into the world on a cross. It was as if He was telling me some kind of fairytale though in my heart I somehow knew this one was true. As He went on I found my heart beginning to experience a burning sensation. I did not know what this was but I knew it was connected to His words and thus I did not want Him to stop speaking. Suddenly He paused stared into my eyes and told me how much He loves me and how He has longed for this day since before the dawn of time. His words left my heart reeling. “My Lord,” I said “What does this mean for me? What do I have to do with Your story?”
“My child,” said the King “I am the One who stood in that garden with your ancestors. I am the One who wept as they turned their backs on Me, and had to leave because of their sin. I am the One who sent messengers to them time after time in hopes that they would turn back to Me. I am the One who wept while watching the people of the earth fall into greater depravity, which resulted in so much death. I am the One who formed a nation of people, endued with My promises, to be My representation to the people of the earth. I am the One who wept as they rejected Me. I am the One who sent more messengers calling the people of the earth to return to Me. I am the One who came and bore all of the sins of the world both past, present and future on a cross; so that they may receive redemption from their sins if they would just turn to Me. I am the One who rose from the grave having conquered death, hell and the grave. I am the One ascended into heaven and waited until three hundred years ago when it was time for My return. I am the One who came and fought to deliver my people and the people of the earth from that wicked king. I am the One who has loved you since before the dawn of time and I gladly stand before you.”
At once I began to fall to my knees in reverence to worship Him, but before I could even get to my knees He caught me and pulled me up and began to hug me and tell me how much He loves me. I felt as though my heart was about to burst with love and affection for this great King. After He let go of hugging me for what seemed like an eternity of ecstasy, I looked into His fiery eyes as I took a knee and swore my allegiance to Him. “What is mine is Yours, my kingdom is Your Kingdom, my throne is Your throne and my life is Yours my Lord, my King.” With a smile He raised me up and told me to govern New Korea on His behalf as His appointed governor over the realm. Afterwards He began to share with me some of the secrets of His heart towards me, as well as how to better improve the realm.
For the next week I would always be by His side asking Him questions and listening to Him. At times He would ask me questions or tell me stories and at other times He would share of His love for art, rock music, coffee, and turkey bacon. At times He would look at the clouds and ask what I see and after I responded He would simply say “That is awesome” and then go back to walking. He never seemed down, but always seemed filled with joy. It was always delight to be around Him. After that week He had to return back to his Kingdom but before He departed He bid that as His appointed governor that I govern justly, show mercy and walk humbly. “My Lord,” I said to Him “What is to come of my father’s murderer who You ransomed from me?” “Do not worry about Him My son,” He said “for I tell no one anyone’s story but their own.” With a smile He departed with his companions. The man who had murdered my father rode on the horse beside the King; I could only wonder what marvelous things He might have shared with him.
I Chan II in the twelfth month of the eight hundred and seventy-sixth year of my reign as governor of the realm east of the Euphrates, the region known as New Korea write as follows: It has been over five hundred years since that night with the King of Zion in my studies. Often I have found myself thinking about the things He shared with me during that time. Over these last five hundred years I have had multiple meetings with Him, though most would be about politics as He would ask for a report of the realm. Though every time He would start encouraging me by telling me just how proud of me He was and how I am doing a good job.
I am beginning to feel old, though each time I feel it I find myself laughing when I realize that I am eight hundred and ninety-five years old. Who would have thought that I would ever be this old? I can just picture the King of Zion just looking at me with a gentle and infectious smile of His and tell me that “I don’t look a day over four hundred.” Though I have aged, He still remains filled with youth, vigor and beauty. It would even seem with each encounter He looks more beautiful and more glorious.
I Chan II in the second month of the one thousand and thirty-first year of my reign as governor of the realm east of the Euphrates, the region known as New Korea write as follows: I am getting quite old though even in my old age I still feel like a child on the inside when I think upon my King. Over the centuries we have become close, I have found a true friend in the King of Zion. He has never done me wrong, and oh how pained I was when I heard that some of the kings of the earth had chosen to revolt against Him. It was so painful when these men asked me to join in their revolt. How could I have betrayed my King, whom I have faithfully served these many years and He has done me no wrong? How could I betray this one whom has won my heart? I watched them submit themselves to that demon and follow him to war against my Lord, my King. Oh the wickedness in their gaze as they sought to oppose my King. When the battle was over there was not one left standing in their military and not one dead in my King’s military. It was such a bloody battle. I remember seeing the King weep as he slew those wicked kings. I could see the pain in His heart as these whom He had loved so dearly betrayed Him.
I Chan II in my one thousand and fiftieth year write as follows: Shortly following battle there was a time of rejoicing as the age of my King transitioned to the age of His Father who was coming to the earth to rule and to reign. It was at this point that both the living and those who had died were to be summoned to stand before the King, that they might be judged according to their deeds.
When it was my time to stand before the King He sat on His heavenly throne looking even more glorious than ever before. He had beside Him a book in which He began to open it and read from it, each line in the book was concerning a point in my life. There were many things that He told me that brought pain to my heart concerning my own failings. There were also many other times that He told me of things that I did that brought joy to His heart, such joy that I felt it in my heart as well. I remember as He went through my life and then stopped at one point and began to speak about the man who had murdered my father. He said “You chose to show mercy and forgive the man just as I had chosen to show you mercy and forgive you. Now hear of part of what happened after you forgave him.” I began to think about how I thought I was not allowed to know anyone’s story but my own. As I thought this the King said to me, “My child this part of his story is yours as well, for all the good things He did from that point on you were to share in them as if you did them as well; for it was your forgiveness and mercy that allowed him to do so.” All of a sudden I began to see the man and all the people he touched behind him each one with tears in their eyes saying to me “Thank you!” Many times the Lord would do this with other people who I had touched or forgiven in some manner and the reward that I shared in their lives. He kept telling me that it was an investment made in wisdom. With each time I found myself falling to my knees weeping tears of joy for the good points and tears of sorrow for the times I had failed; each time He would stop, walk down towards me and knell down to wipe away my tears, all the while telling me “I love you!” When it was all said and over I must say it was the hardest, most sober, most healing and most joyful experience I have had so far. This great King of Zion, has won my allegiance. This God-man Jesus Christ has won my heart, and I will forever love Him and serve Him; for never has one been so gentle and so merciful to me a sinner.
Posted on May 21, 2012, in Stories, Thoughts from the place of prayer and tagged Christianity, Forgiveness, Jesus The Bridegroom, Jesus the Judge, Jesus the King, religion, The Kingdom of God, The Messiah, The Second Coming. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.