Messengers in Disguise

There once was a kind Everlasting King who ruled a vast empire of mortals. This king kept many things about himself hidden from his subjects because these things were far too wonderful for mere mortals to comprehend. Nevertheless, he treated his people well because he loved them and wanted the best for them.

   But they were ignorant people. Some were evil, smarter than the others, who spread bad rumors about the king. The people believed these rumors and revolted against the king, sending him into hiding.

   For hundreds of years after, generation after generation set up mortal kings who ruled wickedly and made life miserable for them. But the evil ones kept convincing the people that they were better off with their own king than under the thumb of the all-powerful Everlasting King.

   Meanwhile, the Everlasting King sent secret messengers from his palace (for he always did things in disguise) to remind the people of who he was and how good things had been for them when he was ruling. The messengers sang and danced the

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wonders of the king. A few people believed, but most did not and elected to put the messengers to death or send them into exile.

   Finally, the Everlasting King sent his own Everlasting Son in disguise. For three years his son roamed the kingdom singing and dancing and reminding the people of the love and kindness of his father. Alas, the people didn't even listen to him; they put him to death as they had so many of the others.

   . . . At least they thought they had. Of course, they couldn't kill him because he was everlasting. But he let them think they had — all except a few who truly believed he was the Everlasting Son of the Everlasting King.

   These followers were secretly empowered by the king to spread the news of the Everlasting Son of the Everlasting King to all lands and for all generations. Because of this, these people and all who believed through them were called Kingsons.

   For centuries Kingsons were treated by the people just like the Everlasting Son and his messengers had been. The Kingsons were stoned, sawed in two, and put to death by the sword. They went about in sheepskins and goatskins, destitute, persecuted, and misunderstood. The kingdom was not worthy of them.

   But the Kingsons went on singing and dancing their message, receiving their persecution with joy because the Everlasting Son had told them to expect this. He said they would be hated just like he had been hated. And so they were proud to share in his sufferings.

   But then a very wonderful thing happened (or so it seemed for a while). For some unperceived reason, the persecution ceased. Whether the heart of the people softened or the Kingsons were no longer found to be a threat, no one knew for sure, but Kingsons everywhere suddenly found themselves free to sing and dance at will. They banded together and sang and danced their message across the land. Soon they developed their own small kingdom of followers of the son of the Everlasting King. It wasn't long before every cultural expression in the evil kingdom had an equivalent Kingson expression in the Kingson kingdom.

   For a while, the Kingsons basked in their freedom. Kingson messengers sang and danced for Kingsons. Everyone rejoiced, even the evil kingdom, because the Kingsons were so busy singing

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and dancing for each other, they didn't bother the evil kingdom anymore.

   But something began to sour. The Kingsons grew tired of hearing the same message. And the Kingson messengers grew tired of singing and dancing the same message before the same people who, they soon realized, were growing tired of the same message. As they grew tired of the message, the messengers began to bicker about how the message was to be delivered.

   And as the sound of the message grew old in the ears of the Kingsons, their love for the Everlasting King grew old as well. They liked living in a private kingdom where Kingson things surrounded them, but they lost their zeal for the king. What's more, there arose even among the Kingsons evil men, smarter than the others, who used Kingson words and truths to advance their own power and glory. Ultimately, maintaining a comfortable, secure Kingson kingdom became more important to Kingsons than the words and message of the king's son himself.

   So it remains to this day. The Everlasting King looks out from his concealed palace and sighs with sadness. Once again, he sends secret messengers into his vast kingdom (for he always does things in disguise).

   But he finds his messengers are better received in the old evil kingdom than in the Kingson kingdom. For in the old kingdom, the people have been so long without kindness and love that many are finally willing to listen. Meanwhile, the Kingsons think they know all about the message as well as exactly how it should and should not be delivered.

   And once again, the king's messengers are misunderstood and persecuted everywhere. But then, that's just the way the Everlasting Son said it would always be.

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