My Purpose Realized

My Purpose Realized

There are people in the world that seem like they were born to be evil and unredeemable. Sanguo was one of those people and expected to be by his parents who named him blood. On the day he was born, his town was attacked. His mother and father died protecting him and told his protectors to promise them revenge, which they did. His warring tribe rose him up to be as bloodthirsty as his parents were and once he was of age, he led his tribe against the one that killed his family and erased every trace of them from the land. This accomplishment started his long legacy of conquering that would make his tribe into an empire.

Through his wars, Sanguo took lands and instilled fear into his enemies. Nothing was too valuable, too hard to take nor was there something too sacred to be broken. He showed off his strength and took on whatever challenge came his way to show that he could overcome anything. His helmet was made from the head of a rare creature that no one else has seen. Most people say that he killed a demon that manifested into flesh and blood because of how demonic the helmet looks with its horns, eyes, and mouth.

The thought of the supernatural powers of God compared to his temporary power as a king always occupies Sanguo’s mind. He knows that he would eventually die of old age or in battle. His ideology could be passed on from generation to generation, but his ideology could be misinterpreted, forgotten, or changed and there would be nothing he could do about it just like many other ideologies and religions. On the other hand, God is eternal, His truth is eternal, and His followers always practice the same belief. Even as time passes, even as the number of His followers dwindle, even as numerous heresies and other gods are worshiped, God’s true believers stay firm and consistent throughout all time. This jealousy of God affects Sanguo more than any other concern that he has for his empire.

His concerns and jealousy make him research deep into God’s truth so he can find out why it’s always practiced and to see if he can destroy it. He spends years going through the Scriptures and writings by various saints but can’t seem to find a weakness or a good way to get rid of Him. Sanguo even debates several followers of God. His subjects may say that Sanguo wins most of his debates, but Sanguo always feels like he’s lost. Instead of killing the followers of God, he sets them free and doesn’t engage their kingdom. Before they were enemies, however, after learning that God abundantly rewards those who die for Him, Sanguo cuts off their war with to deny them this honor.

A follower of God approaches Sanguo and tells him, “Lord Sanguo, The God you seek to challenge awaits you in a cave in the Mountain of Zion.”

Thinking that this is the ultimate test, Sanguo takes his best men, weapons, armor, and prepares to go out to face God. Before he leaves, he kisses his wife, children, and closest friends goodbye. He then sets out for the cave and gets to it after traveling for a day. As he sets foot in the cave, his soldiers behind him turn to dust.

“Come out! I command you!” Sanguo says, “Are you afraid? I am the conqueror of nations! I am the fear of kings! I am the strength of my people! I am Lord Sanguo!”

Sanguo charges into the cave screaming with his weapons at the ready.

“Are you now?” a voice says in the cave. “Where you there from the foundation of the world? Is your voice mighty enough to create and destroy?”

Sanguo’s weapons disintegrate.

“Are you eternal? Can you know the thoughts and actions of every being across all of time as if all of time is the present? Can you save souls with your death? Are your arms strong enough to open the gates of Heaven?”

Sanguo’s armor and helmet disintegrate and his clothes are changes to a simple sackcloth.

“Do angels and your followers follow your orders out of love, fear, and respect? Do they never go against you? Can you escape the clutches of death and break open the gates of Hell?”

“Who are you?!” Sanguo yells out.

“I am,” the voice responds as Sanguo is pushed back by a mighty invisible force that puts him on the ground unable to get up.

“You are the God I have been looking for.”

“I have always been near you. Even before you were born, I knew you. My plan for you was made during your creation. Your ways and actions are clear before me. I have brought you into existence and continue to sustain you despite your actions and thinking. My people have prayed for mercy on your soul and I have given it to them because you have shown mercy to them. What you do next will decide the fate of your kingdom.”

Everything that Sanguo has learned begins to click thanks to the words of God.

“I…I want to learn. I want to learn your ways and serve you.”

“Then do this one thing. Proclaim the truth to your empire and be my faithful servant. Repent of your sins and I will be faithful to you and help your kingdom come to see the truth that you see.”

“They will likely kill me.”

“You were raised in blood and you will die in blood. Your blood was once as putrid as your soul, but your conversion purifies it. Go and do this and you will not have lived in vain.”

Sanguo takes a moment to consider his options.

“What will be your decision?”

“What other choice is there but to serve you, my Lord and God?”

With this, Sanguo goes back home to proclaim the truth of God. Because he is king, it takes a day for his people to come up with a plot to kill him. Once they do, they have to stab him multiple times to put him down. Even as he is dying, he proclaims the truth of God and repents of his sins. Sanguo’s words ring through his people’s minds with some going insane while the others repent, which includes Sanguo’s family. As a result, God’s promise is fulfilled and Sanguo’s purpose in life is complete. Even though he lived a sinful life, he did what God willed of him at the end, which is the only thing that matters in our life.

The End