We Are Conquered

Every human longs to be conquered and we all are to some degree or another.  Our conquers either make much of us or much of our weaknesses, power, addictions, fame, sex, exploits, technology— and the list goes on.  All these conquers rob us of our selves, the singular nature of the essence of our true self and gives us instead, self as king.  However there is a Conqueror that places within us a cause, gives to us a legend that calls us to a nature we know of no other way, raises us to princes and sainthood, priests and hero, allows us to live greater than ourselves to the point of humbly laying aside our own life.  It is This Conqueror that allows us to conquer our greatest foe first, our self, and then gifts us with the title, “More than conquerors” and sets our questing adventure in a life un-imagined before.  There is nothing like being an adopted child, a conquered one of The King, that gives us cause for being that allows us to embark on a life best described by words often reserved for great tales of old, legends we consider of ancient heroes and battles and victories that echoes not of every widening cosmos but of a land of the eternal, infinite Paradise—not lost but oft-forgotten for the belittling realization of self.  Oh to ride beside The King, not as conquered slave but as a son with The Father, as He leads us to victory into victory in the ancient world our times seems to have forgotten.