In my image there is a reflection of me and a reflection of my dad. I reflect his image just like we reflect God’s image. The first two chapters of Genesis tell us: we were made by God for a purpose – to live in the relationship with him in this life. Human beings are created to reflect God’s image and likeness (Genesis 1:26).
He fell asleep that night, dreaming of all the things he would get to do as king. He would be rich and adored by all the people. He could sit in his throne and order his court men to do his bidding. He could do anything he wanted. “School?” he shouted the next morning. “Why do I need to go to school?” “To learn how to be a king, of course,” his maid said. “But what about my kingly duties? How am I to perform them if I’m in school?” “The regents are ruling for you until you are old enough to rule on your own, young majesty.” “But I’m the king!” he protested. “I’m the king now!”
Despite his protests, he went to school with his private tutors. He had to learn arithmetic and Latin and all sorts of other things he hated doing. “Why aren’t you doing your studies?” one of his tutors asked him. “I’m the king,” he replied. “I can just order someone else to do it for me.” “No you can’t, you must do it yourself!” “You can’t order the king to do anything!” The young king silently went back to his studies, grimacing at the pain in his rump from the beating he got by his tutor. “You can’t beat a king either,” he mumbled to himself.
That evening his maid had him in bed at what seemed too early a time for him. “You can’t order the king to go to bed!” he said. “The king will choose his bedtime whenever he wants!” His maid sighed. “You are not a king yet, young sire.” “But I was coronated!” he argued. “How can I not be a king?” “Things are complicated. You will learn soon enough.”
The next day the young king skipped his lessons and went out into the city instead to greet his subjects. Being the small boy that he was, he managed to sneak out without any of his servants realizing. He smelled the most delicious things down at the bakery and decided to go in. He saw wonderful breads and cakes and rolls there. He looked up at the shop owner. “I am the king,” he declared. “I decree that you give me all your cakes and sweet rolls!” The shop owner snorted. “Get out of here, kid. Either pay or I call the guards.” “But I am your king!” he persisted. “Check the news lately? You’re not king of anything until you grow up. Now scram!”
The young boy’s face grew red. “Oh yeah? Well we’ll see what you have to say about that when I get my guards in here!” He turned and stomped away, but he did not go for the guards. Instead he walked slowly down the dirt streets of the city. He saw rings of other children playing together, but they never noticed him. He frowned and walked away, out of the city and into the wilderness. He started to slow when he got hot, the sun shining down on him. He ran over to a tree nearby to get some shade, but there weren’t enough leaves on the tree to provide shelter. “Give me shade,” he said in a commanding voice. “I am the king, do what I say!” The sun seemed to grow hotter. He turned his face up to it. “Don’t be so hot! Don’t you realize you are in the presence of the king?”
A strong wind blew through the air, knocking the young king off his feet. He cried out, “Don’t disrespect your king!” A voice whistled in the wind, ringing in his ears. “Don’t you realize that you are in the presence of The King?” The boy blinked, squinting his eyes. “Who goes there?” The wind blew him down again. “You may be the king of your country,” the voice said again, “but you are not king of the world or the universe. You do not have power over nature. And at your current age, you do not have power over your subjects.”
“Who are you?” the boy shouted. “Where are you?” “I Am,” the voice replied. “Everywhere and always. Know this, young king, until you learn what it is to be king, no one will treat you like a king. Everyone will treat you as the child you are.” The boy’s eyes watered, from sadness or from the intense wind, he could not be sure. “It isn’t fair.” He felt something, like a warm, loving touch. “Go home, do as you are told. You will become a true king one day, sooner than you may expect. But remember this: there is only one true King, and He reigns over all other kings of this world.”
The boy stood slowly, wiping the tears out of his eyes, then turned and looked back at the city. “Okay, I’ll try to be a better king.” He made the long journey back to his palace, pledging to be the best king he could be, and the best king the people could ever have. But most of all, he pledged to have all of his subjects pledge their loyalty to the King above all other kings.