THE RELUCTANT PROPHET

THE WATCHER'S BOOK:

THE WATCHER"S BOOK: The Book of Tales:

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        THERE was a one, O’bajuth by name who left the priesthood of Mithar. He searched the more ancient scrolls in the libraries of Lindol and found himself crying to the face of God. He was called by God and even for a bold season that touch radiated in his life beyond reproach of any. He spoke both day and night of the wonders and powers of God the Almighty. The glory of the stars of heaven and the majesty that filled the earth with such diversity was what that prophet always spoke of. He offered love, compassion and forgiveness to all.

   Then, for some untold reason; maybe a fall in his personal life, a shadow fell upon him with an engulfing silence. A stumbling block did the thorn in his side become and he no longer shared the touch of God upon his heart. All he saw was the disillusionment of men who called themselves good. But their outward deeds were evil all the day long as they were blind, even to those wicked standards among the street people.

   O’bajuth became known as the reluctant and neglected prophet, and then in time, the forgotten one. Though the presence of God was ever felt as a burning in his soul, he quenched that spirit to share daily out of self-imposed fear or shame. Everyone who looked upon that man of God saw that there was something most peculiar about him; special and different, even though he kept his radiance hidden as if veiled. His heart yearned to burst in opposition to the ungodly and judgmentally condemn the corrupt wrong doers of both Mithar and Lindol. Yet ever did a shadow turn him away with the emptiness of regret. With grave clarity he beheld the tolerance about him of everything evil, but he was weakened by the deaf ears that only laughed scorning him with railing words recalling his own failures. They shouted that it was he who was intolerant of new things, and his thoughts were ever on an old and dying world of by-gone days. He was crushed by their remarks that God loved the sinner as all were the same in the eyes of the gods and judgments were wicked saying of the frail minded. Even so, the silent voiced prophet knew they were wrong but his words fell moot. He lived a defeated life like a eagle, whose wings were not clipped; yet ever did he peck among chickens in the field.

   His name was not listed among neither the three Major, nor even among the three Minor Prophets. Kyon and Aeire both referred to him, not by name; when they said: ‘We were not called to be timid, but empowered to speak the truth. In season and out of season, no matter who is offended by the Word of God, it must be boldly pronounced unto the poor and Kings alike.’ Again when she spake out: ‘For thus is the servant, whether he stumbles in the day or night must not forget his master’s voice. Truth remains durable like a mountain, regardless the countless storms that press against it. March forth being ever faithful, faithless and disloyal no more as you once were; before his call.’

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