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Faith & Inspiration

By Charles Towne

Many years ago, and very far away, two slaves were given a challenge by their king.

Now, you should know that this was not just your ordinary, run of the mill challenge.  Oh no. Not one of those mediocre, “Go out and slay a fire breathing dragon and save a fair damsel” sort of challenges. No sir’ree Bob. They were summoned before the king and ordered to walk a thousand miles!

“Walk a thousand miles!”  You say. “Why, I would rather fight a fire breathing dragon and save a fair damsel any day than walk a thousand miles!”

But that is what they were ordered to do, and when the king tells you to do something, you do what he says, after all, he is the king.

The king decreed that each of them could select his own route and destination. And they could go anyplace they desired, as long as they walked the required thousand miles and returned within one year.

The first slave, we will call him Clyde, had been born and raised in the royal city and he feared the task, for ‘the great beyond’ frightened him. After all, there were unknown dangers out there. But he also knew and feared his king, for he knew that the law provided quick punishment for those that displeased his highness, so he dared not refuse the challenge.

Clyde also feared that if he set as his destination a far city, he might not be able to return within the allotted time, if at all, and thus the king’s great wrath would fall upon his head.

It seems that fear was a very real thing in Clyde’s life.

Have you noticed that when fear is allowed to rule one’s life, that fear grows and takes on the semblance of a fire-breathing dragon, whereas, if it was attacked in its egg form, it would make a nice omelet?

And so, being somewhat a clever slave, on the appointed day, Clyde began to walk around the city, never out of sight of the castle, never out of sight of the royal city, but, as the king had ordered, he was determined to walk the thousand miles.

Let us leave clever Clyde for a while and check in on the second slave.

John, the second slave, was also raised within the walls of the royal city. He, too, understood that the king was a hard man and not one to be trifled with. But on the appointed day, John overcame his fear of the unknown and determined to set forth and see far places.

Exactly one year later, to the day, Clyde walked back into his king’s presence.

Clyde was in excellent condition. Due to being so close to home, he had slept in his own bed every night, and not only that, but he had eaten his mother’s cooking. And his mother, boy could she cook! Yes, Clyde had walked the thousand miles without ever leaving sight of the city walls and, being clever, he had lived an easy life, so easy in fact, that he was somewhat more corpulent than when he had set out a year earlier.

The second slave, John, on the other hand was a completely different story.

He came stumbling into the king’s presence at the end of that long year, a mere shadow of his former self. His clothing hung from his emaciated form and his body bore the scars of battle, some so fresh they had hardly had a chance to heal.

The king sat upon his throne and gazed down with scowling countenance upon his two slaves.

The minutes passed slowly and the tension mounted as Clyde and John stood there, waiting for their king to speak.

Clyde, as we have already noted, was a clever fellow and being clever he had dressed in his finest; after all, he was going to be standing in the presence of the king. He looked upon his brother slave with disdain. How dare the fool come before the king in such a shabby condition.

More minutes passed before the king finally spoke, and when he did, it was to the cautious slave, Clyde, the slave who had deemed it wise to stay within sight of the royal city.

“Tell me slave, tell me of the wondrous sights that you have seen, tell me of your adventures.”

Clyde began to speak but soon faltered, his resolution fading. This was not at all what he expected.

How could he tell his king of his ease, of those endless, monotonous trips around the city walls? How could he tell his king of sleeping in his own bed, of eating his mother’s delicious food each and every day?

This was surely not what the king wanted to hear.

Thinking quickly, he spoke in a timid voice, “Oh mighty and august king, my journey has truly been long, a thousand miles I have walked as you commanded.”

The king smiled at these words and, noting the smile, Clyde was encouraged.

With a bit more enthusiasm Clyde continued. “Yes, my king, I walked one thousand miles for you. But my journey took me not to far away places. For the last year, I have been studying the royal city and the surrounding countryside, and I now know it better than any other man!”

Hey, didn’t I tell you that Clyde was a clever fellow?

The king sat for a few moments in silence. Though stern, he was wise and well informed, and he knew the ease in which his slave had spent the previous year.

At last he spoke. “And so, you have done this for me? And you say that you know the land around the city better than any man?” the king said, repeating his slave’s words. “What reward should I give you? Great wealth? Ahhh no, surely a clever fellow such as yourself would disdain such a gift!”

The king sat there pondering the great gift he would bestow upon Clyde.

“Oh, I know just the thing, a reward fitting your enterprising nature. I am going to give you subjects, two thousand subjects that you can oversee and care for!”

So saying, the king summoned a scribe and the king whispered into the scribe’s ear, and the scribe wrote down everything that he was told, and it became law. For such are the words of the king.

When the scribe finished writing, the king sealed the scroll with his personal seal and he handed the scroll to Clyde, the clever slave. Wow, he could barely contain himself, he was so excited!

The king then told Clyde to present himself to a certain dignitary of the court, at which time, he would be informed of his monarch’s decision and receive his reward.

And thus, was Clyde ushered from the presence of his king.

All this time, John, the ragged, dirty, unkempt slave just stood there dripping mud and blood on the king’s royal carpet. From his appearance and sorry condition, he obviously had encountered that fire-breathing dragon and had come off second best.

“Well, what do you have to say for yourself, slave? To come before your king in such beggarly condition.”  This the king said in a very firm voice.

As already stated, the king was well informed. He had been told of just some of his slave’s thousand mile saga, but not all, not by a long shot.

Clapping his hands, the king summoned several of his personal servants. At this, John was sure that he was about to be put to death, and was somewhat surprised when he heard the king order the servants to bathe him, dress his wounds, and dress him in princely garments.

As John was led from the king’s presence, he was also handed a scroll. But this scroll was different than the scroll that Clyde had received for it was not sealed, which meant that he could read it.

One of the things that John had learned during his year-long journey was patience. No longer was he the captive of immediate gratification. Thus it was, that as he was being ministered to, he laid the scroll aside.

Later, feeling better than he had in many days, he read the scroll.

It read as follows:

Regarding my faithful servant John, when he is well rested, we would consider it an honor to entertain him as a royal guest. We have a desire to learn of our servant’s adventures that he experienced while journeying to the far and distant lands. Signed, REX REX

And, beneath the king’s signature, was his great seal pressed into the wax with the king’s own ring.

As John read the scroll, he was somewhat taken aback. “At my own convenience! Well now, that was not at all like the king. After all, nobody kept the king waiting.”

Unsure just what to expect, he requested an audience with the king, and was again surprised when he was told that he would not have to wait. In fact, the king was awaiting his appearance at that very moment.

Unaccustomed to such royal treatment, John was half expecting the other shoe to fall, and fall hard.

Well, whatever happened he would somehow survive. Had he not escaped from the slavers, several times he fought his way clear of robber bands, and once he had been conscripted into an army of raiders, only being allowed to leave when he challenged their champion to a duel, and wounding the man severely in the ensuing fight. As their custom was, those warriors invariably killed the vanquished, and the winner became the new leader. But John instead, not caring to lead an army of bloodthirsty mercenaries, stood over the wounded man, guarded him, protected him from his own men, until he had fully recovered. And that warrior chieftain repaid John with his freedom, parting as brothers. The warrior went on to fight other battles, while John returned to his king, to whom he owed his allegiance.

Yes, John had worked his way out of more than one tight spot and, if need be, he could do it again.

Death didn’t bother John, for it is given unto all men to die once. What was important to John was not how he died, but how he lived.

Well, whatever was to befall him, it was best to not keep the king waiting.

This time, John appeared before the king a different man. Well-rested, confident, and prepared to meet his destiny, whatever it might be.

Upon entering his king’s presence, John was surprised when the king strode up to him and stood before him.

“Come,” said the king, “sit at my side and tell me of your adventures!”

And thus it began.

John told the king of deprivation, hunger, and great danger. He spoke of being captured by the slavers, and of his escape. He told the king of how he had become a warrior, a student and a merchant. And he shared with the king unknown trade routes.

After several days had passed in this manner, the king handed John, the slave, another scroll, but this scroll was sealed. John was ordered to present the sealed scroll to the king’s counselors immediately.

When the scroll was opened, John the slave was informed that he was a slave no longer, he had been granted his freedom by his king.

He was also granted, by royal decree, the position of the king’s emissary, with all the accompanying rights and honors. He was also given the king’s own ring to wear as a symbol of his authority, and he was to always have immediate access to his friend, the king.

One of John’s duties was to travel to faraway places and open up new trade routes for his king. For this, he was given a his own contingent of the king’s own soldiers to ease his way… but these he declined for, he said, they would make him soft and ineffective.

On his first journey from the royal city, he was surprised to meet that other slave outside the city walls. And he was all the more surprised to note that this man was still yet a slave.

“But,” you might wonder, “I thought this slave had been given subjects to rule over, two thousand subjects was what the king had said.”

And yes, you are right, he was given two thousand subjects — two thousand swine!  Yes, he was the lowliest type of slave, tending his frustrating charges within the shadow of the city walls, the land that he knew better than any other man.

But John, now, he was a different matter altogether! He went forth to new adventures, opened up new trade routes, contributed much wealth to the royal treasury, and he was the king’s friend.

Thus our story begins.

Yes, you heard me correctly. This is where our story begins… because now you must start your journey, your journey from slavery to freedom. But your journey is not to be of a thousand miles, oh no! It is a journey of a lifetime.

Go! Live! For tomorrow you will have to stand before your king. What task will you be given? That of herding swine, or adventuring for your king?

Charles Towne is first and foremost a Christian. An octogenarian, author, journalist, wildlife photographer, naturalist, caregiver, and survivor, his life has been and continues to be, a never-ending adventure filled with possibilities never imagined. He has adopted the philosophy that to Live fully, laugh uproariously, love passionately, and learn like there is no tomorrow, is a formula for a long and joy-filled life.


    • Yea EdG, you are so right, it is good to be the king, especially if you are a good and wise king. Thus is our king, no petty tyrant but the epitome of grace and goodness. Praise our king, yes: praise our King. Amen Chaz

  1. Quite long but definitely worth the read. Fear often traps us within our comfort zone. Dare to venture outside your comfort zone and there are wonders to behold. Thank you.

  2. Thoroughly enjoyed reading this. Only one trip to the dictionary to confirm my understanding of a rarely used word which you masterfully used. I feel very sorry for folks that live in fear – that is not living.

    • Mike McFadden, ahh, you pique my curiosity, my friend. what word was it? Tell us that we may cogitate on it and chew until we have the juice of it. Bless you and yours, Chaz

  3. Well Chaz, the journey of a Thousand Miles! The first slave may have walked a thousand miles, but he didn’t go anywhere! There was no journey! The second slave understood what was asked and was ready to comply with all the hardship, danger, frustration that it implied. He was also willing to experience any benefits that may occur. There is that eastern adage that states, A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. but I wish to use a different example – you walk a thousand miles, ok, 30 days on a treadmill in a gym, same air, same view, mostly the same company or you could walk from here to Chicago! ( I realize it’s a bit more than 1000 miles but this is MY example!), breath fresh air, meet lots of different new people, see vast portions of the country, when both have reached the thousand mile goal, which one will be the better person for the journey? I really love at how often we seem to look at the same thing but differently, and yet we still seem to agree! You are obviously blessed with great perception and wisdom, my friend!

    • Richard, you are right. Clyde walked the r required thousand miles and lived his life and died a miserable, bored old man herding swine! What are we doing? Really living, or just sucking air. Thanx my friend, Chaz

  4. Quite a thought provoking story.
    It asks which type of person are you….content to stay where you are, surrounded by comfort and what you can see….or
    adventurous and curious of what you don’t know and new things to learn, even though that road may be harder. I think some people may choose one or the other and stick with it. Some people may decide to change course after awhile. But in the end, which reward would you prefer? Clyde got his reward along the way by having safety and comfort, but was still a slave. John got his reward in the end, by being free and allowed the privilege of traveling and many resources… and always returning to the King’s greeting and hospitality.
    Thanks for the story, Chuck!
    God bless you.

    • He is asking each of us to journey where we have never gone before to prepare us for an eternity of adventuring with him! Chaz

  5. love this story! Yes…we are definitely choosing each day how our journey will end! I choose standing before the KING! Blessings to all!

  6. Yes!!! Enjoyable read and creative indeed:)
    I love the subtext… now, live in the moment and savor every second of it, right? We need to pray for those that lack confidence and allow fear to hold them captive.

    • Dear NH, fear is not an option, not something to consider is it. How does a journey of a thousand mile began? Yes, with a single step! Bless you, Chaz

  7. Nice, Nice, Nice Story Charlitos … Each human uses his/her knowledge, brain and wit, with experience to show what and why was created …
    Based in our nurture and education, we take different ways and miles in This Life …
    But always GOD gives us the way to learn and comprehend how deep is Life.
    Blessings my Little Bro.

    • Leo, I am just guessing but I think it is human nature to chose the safe path, to not take dangerous or risky route, the thing is growth and maturity, yes; even wisdom comes with exposure to the hard and difficult path. Bless you my friend in Christ, Chaz

  8. Hey Chuck! Also don’t neglect age in making these decisions! When I was younger, I would try, sometimes/usually, to carefully consider the pros and cons of of important decisions on my life! Now I seem to be at the point where I approach those same decisions with ” I wonder what would happen if I…” Which way is more interesting????

  9. Richard, when the king called the two slaves before him, they were men, not children: therefore the king was wise. Clyde chose the easy way as was his style, John on the other hand took a bite of life and found it much to his liking. God, our king, demands much from those he gives much, Chaz

  10. Charles, this is excellent !!! Why? Because it is so very true about the human condition. As I read about the 2 slaves, I guessed Clydes attitude by his choices, and I also pictured John’s adventure. You placed a twist in there that I had not imagined as I read it, but the same concept was there. Clyde did not touch lives and maintained a life of ease. John looked outward, he encountered great trials and conflict, but these situations helped him touch others and grow, grow , grow in wisdom and knowledge. John had something to share! John became a benefit to the king and his kingdom. Glory to God for the lessons in your Storytelling!!!
    Mignon and Jim

  11. Charles, thanks for sharing this journey. Unlike this earthly king, our heavenly king set before us two choices life or death, blessing or curses. He does not order us but just knocks on our heart door asking us to let Him come in, a truly great King almighty Jesus.

  12. Dear Mignon and Jimmie, my dear friends. isn’t it wonderful that we are friends and not slaves to our Holy God. I am so pleased that you appreciate and enjoy my feeble efforts. May our Holy God bless you both and your friends and family. Much Christian love on you both, Chaz


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