A Love Story

Yesterday was my day off - it was a wonderful day! I spent most of my time reading, which was quite relaxing. I am currently reading Captivating by John & Stasi Eldredge. It is the female version of
Wild at Heart.

While taking a break from my reading, I went into my brother's room to find a CD of mine, and I found a book he was reading called Epic, also by John Eldredge. So, I picked it up and began reading it too. I skimmed through some of the pages and eventually came to a story that I feel I must share . . .


Suppose there was a king who loved a humble maiden. This king was like no other king. Every statesman trembled before his power. No one dared breathe a word against him, for he had the strength to crush all opponents. And yet this mighty king was melted by love for a humble maiden. How could he declare his love for her? In an odd sort of way, his kingliness tied his hands. If he brought her to the palace and crowned her head with jewels and clothed her body in royal robes, she would surely not resist – no one dared resist him. But would she love him?

She would say she loved him, of course, but would she truly? Would she be happy at his side? How could he know? If he rode to her forest cottage in his royal carriage, with an armed escort waving bright banners, that too would overwhelm her. He did not want a cringing subject. He wanted a lover.
(Soren Kierkegaard, The King and the Maiden)

He wanted a lover. So the mighty king disguised himself as a beggar and went alone to the maiden’s door in the wood to win her heart.

It is a parable of the coming of Jesus of Nazareth.
God himself – the King of all creation – takes on human flesh and enters our story as one of us. He sets aside his glory, clothes Himself with humility, and sneaks into the enemy camp, under cover of night, to whisper words of love to His own: “I have come for you.”
This is, after all, a love story.