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<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nThere was a great Lion that roamed through a land called Air. There was none like him, He was known as King of all. Once he was attacked and wounded, his attacker thought he was dead so he left. The attacker was a large ugly creature that resembled a Jackal. He laughed hideously loud. It sounded like children crying and people in agony, with their voices going up and down, shaking as one who can\u2019t catch his breath. He was known as the prince of the power of the Air. After a while he sent back a few of his offspring. They looked and laughed just like him. They were to make sure the King was dead and if He wasn\u2019t they were to stay there and pester Him until He was. They were to laugh, condemn and shame Him. They all danced, jumped around and around Him with their shrill screaming-crying\u2019s. Suddenly, the Great Lion stood and roared so loud that it covered the sound of the screaming\u2019s. The jackals jumped back in fear, running, but not fast enough. A great paw came around and killed them all. At a distance the king of the jackals screamed in horror at the sight of his offspring\u2019s violent death. He swore to torment and kill all the Great Lion\u2019s offspring forever. The Jackal disguised himself as a beautiful Lion to fool the Great Lion\u2019s offspring. His looked like sweet innocent lion cubs, but inside were deceiving jackals. He sent them throughout the land of Air with orders to seek, kill and destroy all the Great Kings\u2019 offspring. <\/p>\n
One day there was a young man that came skipping down a narrow country road in the land of Air. He was blowing a Trumpet; the sound was so beautiful that everyone stopped from their work just to listen. When he played, their worries would leave and seem so small. Everyone loved him and would wait expectantly for him to come.\u00a0 The sound seemed to have a message with it. It gave you a feeling of Hope. There was a beautiful house off to itself along the way. It was nestled among the trees and rose gardens. There were children playing in the yard, they looked lovely in their fine clothes. They made a great impression. The young man that had come to be known as, \u201cThe Trumpeter\u201d, gazed at the house. He could see right through the walls. As the children, would come into the house, they would transform into laughing, screaming jackals, fighting and spitting on each other. \u00a0The father of the house heard the Trumpet, cringed and jammed his fingers into his ears. He was a hideous looking creature, black with gray spots. Everything about him was dark. They would only allow their children to watch dark movies on TV. He headed for the front door as he went through into the yard, he was transformed into a beautiful lion. In his smooth stride and every hair slicked back just perfect, he approached \u201cThe Trumpeter\u201d. \u201cGood sir, what is the tune you are playing\u201d asked Mr. lion? \u201cWhy its name is \u201cForever Hope\u201d replied \u201cThe Trumpeter\u201d. \u201cBut sir my neighbors already have hope and I\u2019m sure your tune hurts their ears, for you know I play as well to my neighbors. Quite beautifully, if I do say so myself\u201d. \u201cAnd what is the name of your tune\u201d, asked \u201cThe Trumpeter\u201d? \u201cWhy its name is \u201cMy Hope\u201d. So, you see we play the same tune\u201d Mr. Lion said smiling.\u00a0 \u201cThe Trumpeter\u201d than said, \u201cDo you play in your house to your children\u201d? \u201cOh, yes, you can see how content they are\u201d Mr. Lion replied. \u201cI have a large farm and I supply jobs for all my neighbors, and you can see how content they are also\u201d. \u201cThen why is it that all your neighbors stop their work to listen to my tune of Hope\u201d? replied \u201cThe Trumpeter\u201d. Mr. Lion Said, \u201cWhy, I feed and clothe them. I let them charge food in my store which is the only one in town. Can\u2019t you see they love me\u201d? I bring them hope I am their only hope and they know it\u201d. \u201cSo, you want them to look and dress just like you, to be as wealthy as you are and to aspire to have what you have, a fine home, wonderful kids and all\u201d? answered \u201cThe Trumpeter\u201d.\u00a0 \u201cWhy yes\u201d said Mr. Lion, smiling sickly sweet. \u201cThe Trumpeter\u201d replied \u201cDo your kids spit on each other and have black and gray spots, Mr. Lion\u201d? \u00a0\u00a0Suddenly, Mr. Lion began to froth at the mouth, his hair began to turn gray with black spots and his eyes turned blood red. Steam seemed to come from his nostrils. He began to metamorphosize right before his neighbors very eyes. Mr. False Hope, Mr. Lions brother-in-law, came flying out of his house, to come to Mr. Lions defense. \u201cCalm down Mr. Lion\u201d, he said. \u201cYou are scaring your beloved neighbors\u201d. \u00a0Mr. Lion whirled around, taking a swipe with his claws, ripping Mr. False Hope\u2019s face. \u201cThe Trumpeter\u201d raised his trumpet and began to play loudly, \u201cForever Hope\u201d. Mr. Lions\u2019 and False Hope\u2019s children came roaring out of their houses, screaming to attack \u201cThe Trumpeter\u201d. They cried, spit and cursed \u201cThe Trumpeter\u201d with all the anger they could muster. The tune \u201cForever Hope\u201d pierced the darkness like a great tightening storm. He began marching down the narrow road filling the air with hope. All the neighbors dropped their farm tools and came running after \u201cThe Trumpeter\u201d. They danced and sang to His tune, words they had not known. \u201cOn this solid rock, I stand, all other ground is sinking sand, all other ground is sinking sand. My Hope is in nothing less than Jesus Christ and His Righteousness\u201d. Mr. Lion screamed after \u201cThe Trumpeter\u201d, \u201cYou can\u2019t have my minions, I mean my people, they love me. I give them many free subsidies and food\u201d. \u201cThey are my slaves, I mean my loved ones\u201d. He could hardly speak he was slobbering and spitting so much. Continuing he said, \u201cYou are giving these people false hope and I will oppose everything you do and everything you say\u201d. At that he turned to Mr. False Hope and his children and gave them the same orders, adding one other thing. \u201cNever let him out of your sight, harass Him and His children forever\u201d.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe Trumpeter\u201d walked across this great country named Air. Playing his beautiful song \u201cForever Hope\u201d. He was sent on his journey by the \u201cGreat Lion, King of All\u201d. People would follow his message of Hope. He would become the President of this great land called \u201cair\u201d. A hope would rise that was so real that you could touch it. The Great King would again hear His song of Hope sung throughout His kingdom.<\/p>\n
The King of the Jackals would recruit many people who would follow his deceitful lies and wage war against \u201cThe Trumpeter\u201d and His message of Hope. They would spit on Him and curse Him and his family, but to no avail. Forever Hope has great strength and stamina, and the Great King stands with them.<\/p>\n
The jackal hates everything the Great King and His people do. He deceives and then trains our neighbors to do the same. A trained jackal is one that is against God. \u201cA Trumpeter\u201d can see right through a jackal\u2019s house, his black and gray spots, his spitting, cursing\u2019s and fighting\u2019s. If you find yourself doing the same things, reject the jackal and embrace \u201cForever Hope\u201d. The jackal does not own you, or your neighbors he just deceives you. Begin to sing, \u201cMy Hope is in nothing less than Jesus Christ and His Righteousness. And follow Jesus, \u201cThe Great Trumpeter\u201d.<\/p>\n
David McClary<\/p>\n
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