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Sons of the Flaming Throne 3 – Ch. 16 | KT OLLA

KING David turned to Solomon, and he bared his heart to him.

‘Son, I have heard your words; but there is the walk, there is the race and there is another path. Still everything is a path of completing a journey.’

The younger man sighed with thought.

‘You have chosen to walk, but the walk is not the journey; it is a pathway among so many.

‘But son, you can choose to run, yet running the whole length can tire. Then again you can fly, and when you do you scale the mountains and can be somewhat tired, too.

‘Still I will tell you of a path that is easier than the ones people ply. And this way is what your father used to win fights without sweat.’

Solomon was curious to know. He was also eager to learn, and so he answered, ‘Tell me, Father, I’m dying to know.’

King David resumed in that moment, so he said: ‘There is a way of walking your journey that you will not be tired, be weary or faint. And that way is the way of the baby eagle with its mother.

‘Salemon, you can leave the walk that tires the soul; you can leave running and flying, too. Now you can ride on the great shoulders of the Almighty – it is like an eaglet riding on the wings of the eagle!’

Right there the younger one sat back and pondered. There was little silence in the study chamber and King David allowed his son the thought time. Yet when the younger man was done, he couldn’t grasp much from the parable.

King Solomon was a man who sought wisdom and the jewel in understanding. So he wouldn’t let a matter go if he was yet to comprehend it.

For the words that the older monarch spoke were something tangled in the mysteries of wisdom, and he was too young to dicipher it.

So the son spoke up and asked: ‘How exactly do you mean, Father?’

King David was ready. He knew his son would not stop until he understood things. So he made effort to help him.

‘Are you asking, son, how exactly a man can ride on the shoulders of God?’

Solomon nodded a yes, as those words seemed quite a vague thing to say.

Now King David picked up in a quieter voice. It was a personal time between father and son.

He said: ‘Since the days of my youth I have learned this thing, and if you also walk by it, your steps will be light.

‘For I have learned to ask the living God on every step that I must take, and His directions have always brought success.

‘Always the Most High God will speak to you when you ask Him about your ways. At times He may speak in your ears or through your dreams. And many times He guides you through events and happenings.

‘Other times He may simply direct your thoughts to what is best to do each time. And it may be a different thing, or what you have wanted to do.’

Just then Solomon let out a sigh, as he suddenly realized why his walk had been labour.

But King David’s words weren’t done, so the monarch added a different thing.

‘Well, there are several many things that God has already spoken about, and you needn’t be confused on what way to go.’

Solomon looked at his father; his eyes went askance.

King David looked back at him, then shot the question: ‘Or will you tell me, for instance, that you want to ask in prayer if to kneel to an idol?’

The younger man burst out in a laugh. ‘Absolutely not!’ he said. ‘Who on earth does?’

‘Or will you tell me’, continued David, ‘that you want to ask if to take another’s wife or give your body to a seductress?’

With the latter the man heaved a sigh, for he was ready to take care, to take it even more.

His father summed it up.

‘Now son, if there is any way you need to walk in order to have a sweatless work, then it is in following what the All-Knowing One says on every matter.

‘This way you will be an eaglet on the wings of the eagle!’

It was the first time the newly crowned would be hearing this. And he had found the flight far better than any walk.

He wanted to be assisted, wanted to be carried. So he chose the manner of the eagles.

He looked up and breathed. ‘Now my days will be easy!’

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