Thursday, January 24, 2008

Fighting a dragon?


There was once a great and noble King whose land was terrorized by a crafty dragon. Like a massive bird of prey, the scaly beast delighted in ravaging villages with his fiery breath. Hapless victims ran from their burning homes, only to be snatched into the dragon's jaws or talons. Those devoured instantly were deemed more fortunate than those carried back to the dragon's lair to be devoured at his leisure. The King led his sons and knights in many valiant battles against the dragon.

Riding alone in the forest, one of the King's sons heard his name purred low and soft. In the shadows of the ferns and trees, curled among the boulders, lay the dragon. The creature's heavy-lidded eyes fastened on the prince, and the reptilian mouth stretched into a friendly smile.

"Don't be alarmed," said the dragon, as gray wisps of smoke rose lazily from his nostrils.

"I am not what your father thinks."

"What are you, then?" asked the prince, warily drawing his sword as he pulled in the reins to keep his fearful horse from bolting.

"I am pleasure," said the dragon. "Ride on my back and you will experience more than you ever imagined. Come now. I have no harmful intentions. I seek a friend, someone to share flights with me. Have you never dreamed of flying? Never longed to soar in the clouds?"

Visions of soaring high above the forested hills drew the prince hesitantly from his horse. The dragon unfurled one great webbed wing to serve as a ramp to his ridged back. Between the spiny projections, the prince found a secure seat. Then the creature snapped his powerful wings twice and launched them into the sky. The prince's apprehension melted into awe and exhilaration.

From then on, he met the dragon often, but secretly, for how could he tell his father, brothers or the knights that he had befriended the enemy? The prince felt separate from them all. Their concerns were no longer his concerns. Even when he wasn't with the dragon, he spent less time with those he loved and more time alone.

The skin on the prince's legs became calloused from gripping the ridged back of the dragon, and his hands grew rough and hardened. He began wearing gloves to hide the malady. After many nights of riding, he discovered scales growing on the backs of his hands as well. With dread he realized his fate were he to continue, and so he resolved to return no more to the dragon.

But, after a fortnight, he again sought out the dragon, having been tormented with desire. And so it transpired many times over. No matter what his determination, the prince eventually found himself pulled back, as if by the cords of an invisible web. Silently, patiently, the dragon always waited.

One cold, moonless night their excursion became a foray against a sleeping village. Torching the thatched roofs with fiery blasts from his nostrils, the dragon roared with delight when the terrified victims fled from their burning homes. Swooping in, the serpent belched again and flames engulfed a cluster of screaming villages. The prince closed his eyes tightly in an attempt to shut out the carnage.

In the pre dawn hours, when the prince crept back from his dragon trysts, the road outside his father's castle usually remained empty. But not tonight. Terrified refugees streamed into the protective walls of the castle. The prince attempted to slip through the crowd to close himself in his chambers, but some of the survivors stared and pointed toward him.

"He was there," one woman cried out, "I saw him on the back of the dragon." Others nodded their heads in angry agreement. Horrified, the prince saw that his father, the King, was in the courtyard holding a bleeding child in his arms. The King's face mirrored the agony of his people as his eyes found the prince's. The son fled, hoping to escape into the night, but the guards apprehended him as if he were a common thief. They brought him to the great hall where his father sat solemnly on the throne. The people on every side railed against the prince.

"Banish him!" he heard one of his own brothers angrily cry out.

"Burn him alive!" other voices shouted.

As the king rose from his throne, bloodstains from the wounded shone darkly on his royal robes. The crowd fell silent in expectation of his decree. The prince, who could not bear to look into his father's face, stared at the flagstones of the floor.

"Take off your gloves and your tunic," the King commanded. The prince obeyed slowly, dreading to have his metamorphosis uncovered before the kingdom. Was his shame not already enough? He had hoped for a quick death without further humiliation. Sounds of revulsion rippled through the crowd at the sight of the prince's thick, scaled skin and the ridge growing along his spine.

The king strode toward his son, and the prince steeled himself, fully expecting a back handed blow even though he had never been struck so by his father.

Instead, his father embraced him and wept as he held him tightly. In shocked disbelief, the prince buried his face against his father's shoulder.

"Do you wish to be freed from the dragon, my son?"

The prince answered in despair, "I wished it many times, but there is no hope for me."

"Not alone," said the King. "You cannot win against the dragon alone."

"Father, I am no longer your son. I am half beast," sobbed the prince.

But his father replied, "My blood runs in your veins. My nobility has always been stamped deep within your soul."

With his face still hidden tearfully in his father's embrace, the prince heard the King instruct the crowd, "The dragon is crafty. Some fall victim to his wiles and some to his violence. There will be mercy for all who wish to be freed. Who else among you has ridden the dragon?"

The prince lifted his head to see someone emerge from the crowd. To his amazement, he recognized an older brother, one who had been lauded throughout the kingdom for his onslaughts against the dragon in battle and for his many good deeds. Others came, some weeping, others hanging their heads in shame.

The King embraced them all.

"This is our most powerful weapon against the dragon," he announced. "Truth. No more hidden flights. Alone we cannot resist him."

Melinda Reinicke, Parables for Personal Growth (San Diego, CA: Recovery Publications, Inc., 1993), pp. 5-9.

I found this story very powerful. It's funny how you can hear something so often that it doesn't seem to even touch you anymore, but once you hear it told in a different way, by way of a parable you get a completely new understanding of it, or it suddenly speaks right to your heart! I don't think I have ever heard a story or parable that describes the alluring and entrapping power of sin as this story does. Another image so vividly portrayed through this story is true grace, the kind of grace we find when we turn to God with our sins, no matter how ugly they are, no matter how hopelessly entrapped we are. This story was refreshing and it explained a little bit about the heart and grace of God in a very understandable way! Just wanted to share that with all of you :) Hope the story touched your hearts as much as it did mine!



Saturday, January 12, 2008

Going to England!

Yep, I'll be going to England for a weekend in February! I can't wait! I'll be attending the CMF student conference. It's a national student conference held every year and I'm finally able to make it. I've wanted to go the last couple of years, but didn't get the chance because of finals. I am very excited! It'll be refreshing and fun and such a great oppurtunity to make new friends who have a heart for God and a heart to reach the world through medicine :)

But, until the beginning of February I will be very busy preparing for a clinical final. Lot's to read and review and practice!

I love medical school! Just thought I'd let you know once again, hehe! God bless, and I hope you have a wonderful weekend!

Thursday, January 03, 2008

Here's to a fresh start! Happy New Year!

I like the concept of the New Year being a fresh start, a time to let go of the past and think ahead with an open mind and a clean slate... I happen to be able to start each and every day like that because of the forgiveness I have in Christ, and that is a wonderful thing. But there is still something special about New Years... I guess maybe because this one time a year almost everyone thinks of it as a fresh start. Sometimes it almost feels like the atmosphere has been cleaned, people let go of "the old" and look to the future with optimism. So with these words I want to wish you all a Happy New Year!

I hope and pray that this next year will be a good year with new adventures with God. I pray that He will lead me each and every step of the way and that I will not take any side steps. I yearn to feel the presense of God in a new way. I also pray that I will be able to lean on God 100% and trust in Him completely... I've ran into the wall too often because I started trusting in myself instead of God. I know from experience that when I trust in God I can rest because He is in charge and He knows where He is taking me :) So I'm starting this year with God in the driver's seat and myself in the passenger seat and hope to keep it that way :) I am ready to ride!