The First Will Be Last

One was smug with pride, a royal member of King Ahasuerus' court. The very one who demanded all to bow and give him due respect. He boasted of his power, his riches, his multitude of children, and told of every single time the king had bragged and boosted him above the others. His friends and wife fell for his trap of great conceit, and plotted with him how to end the life of one that seemed to threaten him.

But that one was so different, a humble quiet sort of soul. An exiled one, a foreign one who also found a place in royal court. He sought to serve the king by loyalty, and gave wise counsel to his queen. He had actually averted an assassination plot, and though it went unnoticed by the king, his loyalty remained unchanged. He knew himself and would not give in to the self- conceited one; honor is never given by demand. . .

The plot ends up with the prideful one bestowing praise to the lowly one. The one with so much power and pomp ends up without, the one without gains all the royal stuff and more. Pride will always lead us down a road of self-destruction, sometimes quickly, sometimes very slow. We cannot demand honor and respect by boasting of our strengths. The lesson there for us to learn is that the foolish prideful one ends up the loser; the one who gave himself first place, is put behind in last.

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