The inspiration for this comes from Brennan Manning's Sermon Jam entitled “Imposter”. Its worth a listen and will probably make the rest
of this make a lot more sense
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To: The Court Jester
From: The Healer Prince
Subject: Termination of
Employment As Ship Captain
Jester,
Upon the drafting of this
letter, all of your privileges, rights, and responsibilities as acting Captain
of a Royal Vessel have been revoked: YOU NO LONGER RUN THE SHOW. This means an end sailing in circles to
your heart’s content and putting holes in the bottom of the very vessel that
carries you.
Your antics have been
entertaining, that’s for sure. While
you were in charge liquor and laughter were never in short supply. You looked good at the helm too. Every man wanted to be you, every woman
wanted to be your lover, AND they all were laughing with you.
EXCEPT IT’S IMPOSSIBLE TO
LAUGH WITH SOMEONE WHO ISN’T LAUGHING.
You hate yourself. You distrust and resent every single one
of them.
Your humor is a grotesque
and inhumane weapon. You wield it
maliciously against them, giving free reign to your anger and hatred. You dismember them with the words from
your smiling face, which doesn’t even attempt to hide the fangs
drenched in their blood. You hurl
verbal bombs into their midst that explode sending out beautiful flames and
brightly colored pieces of shrapnel that kill and destroy. You feed them poison that smells of
roses, and convince them that its medicine while it slowly brings about their
demise. As you lay waste to the
objects of your hatred, you rise above the fray unscathed and victorious.
Unfortunately, you’re the most
frequent victim of that very weapon.
You have maimed yourself through cheerful self-deprecation: like a
glittered razor blade carving smiley faces into your flesh. What’s even sicker is you’ve used a
weapon to try to heal yourself, dismiss your wounds, and carry on. You’ve put cartoon-covered bandages
over gaping, infected wounds that you reopen at every opportunity.
You are a WHORE. You’ve devalued yourself, you’ve pawned
your giftings, you’ve dismissed your integrity, and you’ve suffocated your
passions in order to feed your constant and growing need for the approval of
people you hate.
What appeared to be
disheveled, unorganized, and sporadic maneuvers in the harbor actually was your
way of avoiding your greatest fear: the open sea. By hiding within the safety of not being taken seriously you’ve
lost your identity and purpose.
You refuse to take risks in order to achieve great things. You’ve crippled yourself with the fear
of the unknown.
I, The Healer Prince, HAVE
REPLACED YOU as Master and Commander. The vessel you’ve
commanded has become a contradiction and a joke. It was designed to be mighty and powerful, a force to be
reckoned with, AND IT WILL BE.
This is not to say that
everything will run smoothly from this point forward: it won’t. Certain parts of this ship have become
accustomed to your wanton ways while others have atrophied from lying unused
for so long. They will strain,
bend, and moan when used for their intended purposes; they will even break, but not beyond repair. That will be perfectly all right,
because this ship is headed out into the wild and dangerous sea to join
the fleet. There it will be
strengthened by those that surround it and it will lend its strength to
others.
Out there it will finally
become what it was meant to be.
Truly Truly,
The Healer Prince
Beautiful!
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