The King
By: Caedmon Micah Johnsey
Day after day I, the king, send out a single invitation to one of my subjects, inviting them to my feast table. Every day, one unsuspecting peasant walks into my dining hall, their eyes full of awe and wonder as they gaze upon their majestic monarch with golden, flowing hair. In their respectful reverence, they don’t even notice that there is no food in sight, and no one else in the hall apart from their exquisite emperor. They seemingly pay no mind as I set a single, empty platter on my side of the table.
Conversing all the while, some wear a confused expression as their splendid sovereign lay a single, polished ivory chef’s knife on the platter. Conversing a while longer, the creature might ask a question such as, “My lord, when are we to dine on the marvelous meal you say you prepared?” To that question, their beautiful king would smile a dire smile, pick up the gleaming blade, walk around the table, lean in close and whisper a dreadful phrase,
“My poor child, you are the meal.”
“Like a roaring lion or a charging bear is a wicked ruler over a poor people.” Proverbs 28:15
This short story was written by my son for a Proverbs project he was doing for school. His assignment was to write a story illustrating a proverb of his choosing. I am very proud of this story. It is a bit macabre, but I enjoyed it immensely and I believe it gives us a picture of the proverb. I pray that perhaps you will enjoy it as well and let us pray for righteous rulers.
Love one another.
