The Prince

The Prince

“Now no one in Israel was as handsome as Absalom. From head to foot, he was the perfect specimen of a man.”

I Samuel 14: 25

Prince Absalom brushed his luscious locks of wavy thick hair and arrayed himself in his royal clothing. He then hailed his royal chariot and the fifty men that ran before him and made his way to the city gate.

He was so cool! He was so grand. He was everyone’s dream boy. And the people swooned when in his presence.

“Oh, Absalom Absalom, what a guy…what a man...what a prince! Ooh Ah, Ooh Ah!”
All day long they would pass his way and if they had a question or a problem Absalom was there to give an answer—one they wanted to hear.  

“It’s not right. I ought to be king. Everyone loves me! Father has really made a

mess of things in Israel. Besides I’m young, Father is getting old, and… I look…

                                                             like a king.”

So the battle lines were drawn and a prideful son took up arms again his own father.

But look how Absalom met his end.

 Absalom rode speedily on his mule through the thick forest from his enemy.

Suddenly he ran under a thickly boughed oak tree and the rest of the story

                         is unreal!

“He cut his hair only once a year, and then only because it was too heavy"

  

“My hair! It’s caught in the tree. What to do? Help! Come back, mule,

I’m hanging by my hair!”

But he had already been spied by the enemy and three swiftly thrown darts pierced his heart. It was over! Absalom, the pompous, physically perfect prince—was dead. The king was a father—deeply grieved.

Great people give glory to God, not themselves. Absalom is remembered for his pride. 
Greatness? This is not the way!

Dear Lord, Search me and see if there is any wicked way in me. Thank you and change my heart. I want to be great…for You!