The King’s Throne-room

Once upon a time there was a small town that forgot how to live properly. Things started getting out of hand, and eventually the townspeople decided to go to the capital city, where the palace was, and to lobby on behalf of their village. 

Upon arriving at the capital they found a path leading up to the palace. They were stopped by security, and the townspeople who were of terrible character weren’t allowed through. 

Most of them got past though; walking into the building they immediately split up into different groups; each group heading towards a different government office and speaking to different ministers. 

There were groups that went to offices which couldn’t help them at all and completely wasted their time and energy.

Then there were those that didn’t behave or didn’t speak nicely and weren’t allowed into the offices they went to; or they got in but were subsequently ignored. 

Some dropped names of high ranking officials in order to force their way into offices. This originally worked and they were able to advance; but in the end the employees realized that they didn’t personally know the officials and they were all shamed and thrown out on their heads. 

Some went to the correct offices and were even let in, but once inside they spoke with low level secretaries who themselves didn’t have much power and were incapable of actually affecting change. 

Some spoke to ministers who were able to help, but the townspeople themselves didn’t understand what was needed and didn’t know what to ask for or how to ask clearly; as a result the ministers had no idea what the people wanted. 

Even those ministers who did understand what was needed, mainly did not feel any urge to help. It would appear that the townspeople could not energize the officers to actually spurn them to take action. 

After a while most of the townspeople gave up.

Some never really understood the urgency of the situation in the first place, some lacked passion, others were exhausted and had no energy to continue.

In the end they all lost hope. 

There was however, one person who seemed to enter the palace like a storm wind, as if possessed by a spirit. He had seen, heard, and understood the severity of the situation. 

His heart was pounding through his chest with passion, and although he wasn’t familiar with the government bureaucracy at all, he went from office to office asking to speak with The King. 

This man told of great wonders and miracles that The King had done in the past for his forefathers, and in each government office all the ministers crowded around to hear him retell inspiring family stories about the greatness of The King. 

He spoke of an old treaty that The King had made with ancestors of his many generations prior. He spoke of what a mighty savior The King had been for his forefathers; all the promises He had made them; and all the good He had done for them. The man had many miraculous stories to share, and he told them all like they had just happened yesterday. 

This man came with much fervor and commitment; confident that The King wanted to hear what he had to say. He was so inspiring and convincing, that the ministers themselves were eager to help him. 

Of course, although every government office was a branch of The King, The King Himself could not be found in any office. 

The officers were able to direct him in the right direction though; and up the bureaucratic ladder he climbed, closer and closer to the throne room, towards The King Himself. 

From office to office he went, telling of the greatness of The King, and in each office they would help him ascend. With The Name and praises of The King on his lips nobody dared stop him, nor did any of them even want to. 

However, this was not a one day affair. 

The palace was enormous and sometimes it would take him days, months, or even years, just to walk in between offices, not to mention how much time he’d spend in the offices themselves. 

All his hard work paid off though and eventually he found the office of The King. 

This room was unlike all the other rooms.

All the other offices had a way in. Sometimes the front door was wide open, or there was a side door that could be used. Some had automatic doors that you merely needed to step in front of to get them to open, while others you needed to turn the doorknob. 

It is true that there were some offices which were locked, but those offices all had keypads by the front door. As long as one knew the code he could open up the door on his own. 

Ultimately, every office was able to be entered through the power of the person trying to get in, without any real help from another. 

Not so the King’s room. 

The King’s room had no handle, not even a clearly marked door. It had no visible windows, and there was no apparent way inside at all. 

This was in order to ensure that people didn’t stumble in by accident and become completely overwhelmed. 

The man stood outside, so close, yet feeling so far away from achieving his ultimate goal. 

The events of the years had emotionally taken their toll on the man. 

He had been sent from office to office; told over the stories countless times; and been throughout the entire Palace by this point. 

He couldn’t believe that he had been through so much and yet here he was not knowing what to do. He was so overwhelmed by it all that he burst into tears and started to cry uncontrollably. 

Little did he know that the walls were one way glass.

The King had been watching him all this time. 

The stories he had told were indeed true historical accounts, and The King knew his ancestors extremely well. The King had listened to the man tell over the stories again and again, each time amazed and delighted at how even after so many years, the family still remembered all that The King had done for them. 

The King remembered every interaction that had ever taken place between Him and this man’s ancestors, and cherished every promise He had made to them. 

His mercy had been aroused by this simple man. By his passion, his dedication, his desire; and The King could hold back no longer. 

Suddenly, the walls of the throne-room disappeared into thin air; everything and everyone around the man seemed to melt away; in an instant reality as he knew it ceased to exist. 

That’s when the man heard a voice say:

“I am The King of your forefathers; The King of all your family stories. I am the one who promised your ancestors that I would be with them, and I am here with you too!” 

And so began the man’s personal relationship with The King!