He looked around and his options were only two, death or certain death. The lions approached slowly and menacingly with carefully calculated movements. The government-installed electric fence was behind him and he could hardly move a muscle. He knew this was the end. The noise of the bar disco on the other side of the thicket attempted to muzzle the frenzied attack as the lions made their final move.
Her wailing was incessant, her high-pitched screams shattering the veneer of toughness that the men around her tried to put up in her support. No one knew how to react, they had never had to bury a man slain by their neighbouring beasts. Until now, the fence had always been a welcome barrier preserving the peace between man and beast. Now they knew that the inevitable had to happen, for once a lion tasted human flesh, it had to be put down. The prized tourist attractions had to die, for the men to live.
The last of the tourists waved a sad farewell as their plane took off. They had seen the famed lions of the plain for the last time, and would be the last tourists to see them alive. The lions seemed aware of their impending doom, anxiously foregoing their usual midday siesta as they paced the plains and roared in unison, a last concert of hair-raising proportions. The poison-laced darts were muffled but effective as one lion after another fell with a lazy thud to the ground, proudly looking death in the eye. One man's death, killed an entire family of jungle royalty, one peasant, many kings.
What would God not do for you, for just one of His beloved. You are more precious than anything the world has to offer. The entire world is not worth your eternal soul. God took our form and died in our place, so that we would not have to die for the sin that was so rightly our own. He paid the price, so that you wouldn't have to. What have you done with Jesus?
Her wailing was incessant, her high-pitched screams shattering the veneer of toughness that the men around her tried to put up in her support. No one knew how to react, they had never had to bury a man slain by their neighbouring beasts. Until now, the fence had always been a welcome barrier preserving the peace between man and beast. Now they knew that the inevitable had to happen, for once a lion tasted human flesh, it had to be put down. The prized tourist attractions had to die, for the men to live.
The last of the tourists waved a sad farewell as their plane took off. They had seen the famed lions of the plain for the last time, and would be the last tourists to see them alive. The lions seemed aware of their impending doom, anxiously foregoing their usual midday siesta as they paced the plains and roared in unison, a last concert of hair-raising proportions. The poison-laced darts were muffled but effective as one lion after another fell with a lazy thud to the ground, proudly looking death in the eye. One man's death, killed an entire family of jungle royalty, one peasant, many kings.
What would God not do for you, for just one of His beloved. You are more precious than anything the world has to offer. The entire world is not worth your eternal soul. God took our form and died in our place, so that we would not have to die for the sin that was so rightly our own. He paid the price, so that you wouldn't have to. What have you done with Jesus?
No comments:
Post a Comment