Jesus the Dragon Slayer? A Completely different Tackle Christmas’ True Which means

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There as soon as was an amazing dragon, purple like blood. He was a horrible serpent, historic past human reminiscence. His energy and crafty had been past human reckoning, and he was evil past all wicked human creativeness.

And the dragon was actual. He didn’t inhabit the realms of fairy-tale or nightmare — their horrors had been however his shadows solid in legends. No, the dragon inhabited the true world of males, although imperceptible to their eyes and ears — until, after all, being perceived served his depraved functions.

And the dragon abhorred man. He hated them out of his virulent, bitter hatred for the Excessive King who had created man.

For, you see, the dragon too was a creature, having been usual by the King in ages gone, although not as a dragon, however as an impressive prince.

A Prince Endragoned

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As soon as upon a time, this prince was numbered among the many nice ones; he was a god within the holy council of the Excessive King over all gods.

However deep within the labyrinthian channels of this prince’s coronary heart, satisfaction started to run like a poisonous sap, poisoning his loves and his ideas. The larger he grew to become in his personal eyes, the extra his true greatness diminished.

Self-deceived, the prince strove for larger glory than he possessed. He desired glory not bestowed by the King’s grace, however glory all his personal, self-achieved and self-ascribed. Within the deeps of his coronary heart, he exchanged the glory of the Excessive King for a false picture of himself he had come to like. And in doing so, he exchanged the reality for a lie and worshiped his creaturely self somewhat than the Creator King, making himself a rival of the King.

Subsequently, the prince was solid down from his exalted place within the council of the nice and hurled out of the King’s presence. He fell like lightning to the earth. There the King gave the treacherous prince as much as the depraved passions of his coronary heart, and he who was as soon as numbered among the many gods grew to become essentially the most dreadful of dragons. A time was then mounted by the King for the dragon’s closing judgment.

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A Vile Ambition

So, when this dragon noticed that the Excessive King had usual mankind in his personal picture, that he made them gods as he had as soon as been, and had given them to rule over the earth, he was enraged. He burned with bitter hatred and longed to shatter these photos of the One he hated most.

Then a depraved plan took form in his good, futile thoughts, which happy his darkened coronary heart. If he may entice the man-gods to show in opposition to the King as he had executed, they too would share his horrible destiny; they too could be solid from the King’s presence; they too would turn out to be objects of the King’s simply and horrible wrath. And the Sovereign’s sentence upon them could be irrevocable, identical to the sentence upon him.

However much more fascinating, the dragon would take pleasure in one nice triumph: He would achieve stealing the King’s glory by defacing the King’s picture, woven into the very flesh and bone of those feeble gods. And earlier than his dreaded day of judgment, he would remake these fallen gods into lesser dragons — photos of himself — which he would enslave to wreak wanton destruction on the planet the King had made.

Let the Excessive King destroy him with omnipotence! He would depart an unfading scar upon the Eternal Father: the everlasting perishing of the King’s prized folks. It couldn’t fail to decrease the King’s pleasure!

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A Horrible Triumph

So, into the peopled backyard crept the artful, condemned serpent. He introduced himself to the picture bearers as a bearer of enlightenment. He promised them the fruit of godly knowledge if they might however put aside the King’s sole prohibition and easily assume for themselves — for had been they not additionally gods? Absolutely, possessing the King’s knowledge and data would improve their glory, for they might be much more just like the Excessive King than they but had been.

As they contemplated the dragon’s crafty lies, satisfaction started to seep into the guts channels of the picture bearers. They believed the dragon’s darkish gentle. They merely thought for themselves — solely to find too late how nice was this gentle’s darkness. In horror, they quickly realized the serpentine promise yielded foolishness, not knowledge; demise, not life; alienation from the King, not larger likeness to the King.

In rejecting the King’s command, they’d rejected the King’s rule. That they had turn out to be the King’s enemies. Theirs was treason of the best order. And for such a criminal offense, in opposition to such a King, there was just one simply sentence: destruction.

The dragon exulted because the deeply grieved King solid his damaged photos out of the blessed backyard of his favor into a world now cursed, one the dragon may now rule. He savored every sentence of judgment pronounced upon the fallen gods and relished the endragoning that should certainly await them.

However because the Excessive King issued his simply decrees, the dragon heard an ominous promise: The nice serpent’s head would in the future be crushed beneath a human foot. These phrases made him writhe in fury, and he resolved to maintain a cautious watch, that he may destroy the foot earlier than the blow may fall.

However unknown to the dragon, mysterious decrees had been uttered by the Excessive King within the secret counsel of his will ages earlier than the dragon existed, conceived in knowledge unimaginable to a dragonly thoughts.

Enter the Dragon Slayer

Weary years handed because the cursed earth and its wicked inhabitants languished in bondage to corruption. After which, within the fullness of the King’s time, the traditional, mysterious decrees started to unfold. In an surprising place and an surprising method, into the world stepped the Dragon Slayer.

Regardless of the dragon’s vigilance, the Slayer appeared at first undetected. The snake had not foreseen such a mystifying entrance. When he awoke to his hazard, he acknowledged in terror his long-expected foe was the very Son of the Excessive King.

However what strangeness was this? The Mighty One, born within the likeness of feeble man? To what finish? And as a defenseless youngster within the care of a peasant? Rapidly he sought to devour him and his fearful foot. However the Slayer eluded the primeval murderer and waited for the appointed Day with an unnerving quietness.

The Slayer Is Slayed

Lastly, the Day drew close to. However because it did, the dragon grew solely extra perplexed by his Adversary.

At occasions he displayed a dreadful energy. The dragon anticipated this. But the Slayer proved the meekest and humblest of all mankind. And he gave himself no benefit. He made his house in a despised village in a reviled area. He sought no schooling, pursued no influential occupation. He selected the weak and silly as his followers — even a treacherous man as his shut confidant. However the robust and clever he humiliated, and their envy and suspicion was contaminated with toxic resentment. And thus, he was rejected by these wielding energy, turning into a risk they wished to eradicate. Even when his survival depended upon the approval of the nice crowds he drew with mighty miracles, he drove them away with exhausting phrases.

All this made the wily lizard cautious. Such absurdity! This Slayer appeared extra bent on being crushed than on crushing the serpent. Nicely, if such was the Slayer’s want, the serpent would grant it with relish.

Then all of sudden, the darkish stars aligned: the deadly leaders, the traitorous confidant, the disillusioned folks, the faithless buddies, the immoral tetrarch and the pragmatic prefect. All aligned in opposition to the Dragon Slayer, and with horrible, brutal swiftness, the lethal dragon struck. And the nice Son of the Excessive King lay slain in the bloody mattress that he had made.

The nice purple dragon exulted greater than earlier than. He had achieved far past his wildest hopes. Not solely had he disfigured the picture bearers — he had slain the Dragon Slayer! It had been really easy, like a wolf upon a lamb. The crusher lay in defeated demise, his foot sorely bruised. The serpent lived triumphant, head unscathed and unbent. When he confronted the Excessive King’s all-powerful wrath, he would accomplish that along with his prodigious satisfaction intact.

The Dragon’s Nightmare Morning

Then got here the morning of the dragon’s nightmare, the morning the Son of the Excessive King arose from his mattress of blood and stood, indestructible, unassailable, upon robust toes, scarred however with out bruise.

The nice serpent appeared upon the risen Slayer, bewildered. Then the horrible fact dawned upon the traditional liar with blinding brightness. He had not crushed the Crusher; he had slain the Lamb of God! He had not seen it! How had he not seen it? How had he not seen an altar of sacrifice within the Roman cross?

An altar! An altar is for the expiation of sins! Whose sins? Not the unblemished Son’s, however the fallen gods of mankind’s! An altar is for the propitiation of wrath! Whose wrath? The Excessive King’s!

No! No! It couldn’t be! May it? Had the nice Choose turn out to be responsible so man could possibly be forgiven? Had the Holy turn out to be unholy that unholy man might turn out to be holy? And naturally, the curse of demise couldn’t stay upon the sinless willingly sacrificed. What a idiot he’d been! However who would have thought such a factor? Simply wrath he knew. However such loving mercy he didn’t. And lavished upon such undeserved creatures!

The belief was excruciating. The Son of the Excessive King had not come to deliver upon his head the ultimate blow … but. The reality was far worse: The Son had come to destroy all that the dragon had labored for thus lengthy. And oh! He had certainly left an unfading scar upon the Eternal Father, however not the scar he deliberate — man’s destruction. It was the scar of man’s redemption!

Waves of horror washed over him as he watched all his hopes collapse round him like a fort of playing cards within the wind. What he thought so clever proved silly; what he thought so silly was proved clever past comprehension. No matter glory the dragon thought he had grasped in his horrible claws, the Son had simply snatched away.

The human Son of the Excessive King had certainly bruised his head, not with energy, however with disgrace. The dragon’s nice foolishness was now on open show for your complete host of the Excessive King to see. And each fallen human the King would redeem and restore via the Son’s sacrifice of unsurpassed love could be one other blow of disgrace upon his depraved head — and one other ray of the King’s glory. One other surge of the King’s pleasure.

This was the worst attainable sentence upon a being of such diabolical satisfaction: The dragon would die a billion deaths of disgrace earlier than the Dragon Slayer lastly destroyed him. And with the nice wrath of unfathomable humiliation, the dragon loosed a horrible roar.

Jon Bloom (@Bloom_Jon) serves as a author, board chair and co-founder of Needing God. He’s the creator of three books: Not by Sight, Issues Not Seen, and Don’t Comply with Your Coronary heart. He and his spouse stay within the Twin Cities with their 5 kids.

A model of this text appeared on the Needing God web site beneath the title, “Enter the Dragon Slayer.”

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