The Path of the King, Episode VII.
Inspired by The Dream Giver, by Bruce Wilkinson.
4/02/05
Follow me.
Davey King pursued the luring voice up a slight grade on the heavily forested mountain slope.  Suddenly he approached a high clearing brightly illuminated by a giant ray of light.
Come into the light.
Davey nervously stepped into the beam.  Instantly, he felt the burning.  Strangely enough, though, the heat seemed to be the greatest on his insides.  He looked down to see an incredible sight.  He could see into his own heart.  All of his wickedness, sin, shame, and pain lay festering in darkness.  Soon it started to smolder, sending a horrid stench into the air.  The smell was almost unbearable and the whole process gripped him with agony.  Slowly, the darkness was replaced by pure light, until finally, the light flowed completely through him.
This is what I have done for you.  I have provided the way for you to be a new man.  Now, come closer.  Follow me.
Davey numbly stepped out of the clearing and back onto the trail.  Each step he enjoyed more and more fellowship with the Voice.  A unique kinship started forming as the peace of this place saturated Davey's being.  He had never before experienced such utter satisfaction and fulfillment and wished to never leave this for anything else in the world.   He climbed higher, topping a ridge, and dropping down into a small, secluded basin against the base of a sheer rock cliff.  A crystal clear tunnel of water appeared magically out of the cliff and tumbled into a round pool below.  Bubbling air rose to the surface from the plummeting waterfall.
Give it all to me. All your hopes.  All your dreams.  All your plans.  Everything.
"But I thought You gave them all to me to have?" Davey questioned.
Everything you have is from me.  Now, give it back.
"But I can't.  I won't.  I have great plans to live my dream!  Do I have to?"
No.  Many don't, but it's your choice.
Davey struggled with the options.  He could hold on to his dreams and please himself, or he could give them back to the Voice, pleasing Him.  Sighing, he decided that he wanted to please the Voice more than himself so he laid everything down right there as an offering to the Voice and slipped into the glistening pool for a soak.  The water washed over him, heavily massaging his shoulders and pressing over his face and head.  It seemed so purifying and cleansing.  He now felt lighter, free from the burden of the anxiety of his dreams and plans, and simply let the water surround him.  The water got colder and colder.  He heard himself laughing.  Laughing.  Laughing.  Then he heard voices to the side...
"Hey, King, don't you think you've wrinkled up enough in that shower?" the guy's mocking woke Davey from his stupor.  "How 'bout we go on this call?" he laughed as the tones were going off in the station for their truck to respond to.  Davey quickly shut the water off, threw on some shorts and a shirt, jumped into his turnout boots, and was on the truck in a flash.
Thank you, Davey.  Now, I am giving it all back to you.  All of my power is at your service to pursue your dream.   You can now use your dream to serve Me.   And now you will see and understand how it fits as a small part perfectly inside my bigger dream for the world.  You will see.  Thank you.  Now go for it.
Davey sat back and smiled at the wonder of it all.  The Voice was more giving and loving tan he ever imagined.  He was definitely someone he could trust to handle all of his life.  The sis wailed as they flew towards the emergency scene.  He could feel the love for this job growing inside him.  Just the thought of serving the Voice excited him, for he remembered all He had done for him.