This comes from one of my favorite websites. It might seem a little long – but it is REALLY good! Valerie
The Magic Mirror and the Princes’ Bride
Bryan Hupperts
Apr 16, 2007
The Magic Mirror and the Princes’ Bride
Once upon a time a would be princess, who, to escape the troubling world, being fed up with charmless princes, frogs on the make, (“He was on me like a chocolate covered fly,”) fed up with “get rich quick” guaranteed gold making multi-level marketing spindles, wolves of every sort of pedigree, evil step mothers of fading beauty, and the irritating hair care issues inherent with long, ladder like hair used by ladder climbing would be princes, and such, so she decided to take a long, unaccompanied walk through a dark forest.
The truth is she was fed up with pretending to be a princess and could not understand her own heart that desired it to yet be true.
She left no bread crumb trail and hadn’t a clue how to get to grandmothers house. Even the old woman (with her 38 state sponsored offspring) who lived in a shoe was gone having been deported to a FEMA trailer compound in another state. It was growing dark and as there was not even a gingerbread house in sight, (and after dealing with the flesh-eating paparazzi, handling one old cannibal woman wouldn't exactly be much of a challenge) she sat and began to weep, her tears splashing on her now ruined Molano shoes.
As the last streaks of sunset gave way to the pale moonlight, she caught sight of a glint of light. Grabbing her designer wolf skin handbag (for she had skinned many a wolf), she headed towards the source. There, in a clearing in the midst of a thicket, stood a solitary mirror. There were no surrounding ruins and nothing else manmade present. Though its frame was badly scratched and scarred with nail holes, the mirror itself seemed timeless, brilliant in its perfection, so of course she primped, straightened her hair, cleared her throat and tried a classic standby:
“Mirror, mirror
On the ground
Who’s the fairest
Pound for pound?”
The Mirror responded, “Do you seek lies or truth?”
She jumped out of her muddy Molanos and stared in credulity. Finally she asked, “Why are you standing here in this darkness?”
The mirror replied, “I am where I am to seek those who are lost. What do you seek, lies or truth?”
The would be princess said nothing. Looking into the mirror, she saw a parade of conflicting images: herself as an old, apple toting hag; herself, dressed in purest white singing in an angelic tongue; herself, whored to weariness; herself, standing crowned and regally resplendent with glory.
Aghast, she jumped back and turned away. “Don’t taunt me with your lies, Mirror!” she snapped.
“I speak only truth,” said the mirror. “All I have shown you is truth.”
“How can I be both a princess and an apple, toting hag? How can I be whored to weariness yet crowned and regally resplendent with glory? These are contradictions of the vilest order.”
The Mirror replied, “Haven’t you noticed my name?”
The would be princess, avoiding eye contact with the images, saw something carved on the scarred frame in an ancient language. Having graduated from princess school she recognized ancient Greek and the name of the mirror: Logos, the Word of God.
“If it is lies you seek, more charmless princess, more frogs on the make and such, turn away now,” said Logos, “but if will you look into me, seeking with all your heart, I will tell you why you want to be a princess.”
The princess began to weep. “The apple toting hag whored to weariness is the truth, mirror.” She sighed, “I know the ugly truth about myself.”
The mirror began to glow and spoke softly. “Yes, this is the truth about you.” The Princess began to openly sob. The mirror continued gently, “Now, if you will turn from these things, the other truth, the higher truth, the pure truth, will finally be the only truth remaining: You, dressed in purest white singing in an angelic tongue; you, standing crowned and regally resplendent with glory.”
And the Princess looked squarely into the mirror and saw scenes of utter horror. Herself accused, tried and justly condemned in a court of Justice. Herself stripped naked before the world, beaten with whips, her failures written like criminal offenses and placed atop a pole, herself being tortured and finally publicly executed for all her failings and sins.
She gasped in pain at the scenes of utter horror portrayed in the mirror. She dropped to her knees praying in words to deep for utterance. In a flash of understanding of her own need for forgiveness, she freely forgave the frogs, the ladder climbing princes, evil stepmothers of fading beauty, the wolves - she forgave all who had ever offended her.
“Look again,” intoned the mirror. And the same graphic horrors began to unfold. She stood bound and accused and was tried and condemned. Suddenly the scene changed for the Prince himself climbed off his royal throne, picked up her execution pole and by royal right, declared her written offences as his own. He cut her bonds away allowing himself to be bound by the very cords that held her captive, and was himself whipped and beaten in her place, and then carried the pole with her crimes to a place of horror where he suffered and died.”
The mirror went black and all was silent.
And finally the would be princess found her voice. “But it should have been me.” Through her tears she looked up and beheld a marvel, the mirror transformed into a handsome, nail scarred man, the Prince himself!
Taking her hand, he spoke, “I am Love. I am he that liveth, and was dead; and, behold, I am alive for evermore. I am the Logos, the Alpha and Omega. He who believes in me, though they were dead, shall yet live.”
And the Princess believed. Bought and paid for with a price, she was now the Princes’ Bride.
“Will you bring me a gift for our soon coming Wedding feast?” asked the Prince. All answers were now Yes. The Princess smiled. “Go and call the charmless princes, the frogs on the make, those who peddle in “get rich quick” guaranteed gold making multi-level marketing spindles, the wolves of every sort of pedigree, all evil step mothers of fading beauty, and all ladder climbing would be princes to this mirror so that I may speak to their souls. If they will but look to me, they will live, and not die. I will transform them into a nation of kings and priests as I have transformed you."
She looked into the eyes of the one whom her soul loved, and was not ashamed. She saw her own reflection transformed, dressed in purest white singing in an angelic tongue, standing crowned and regally resplendent with glory. The hag was vanquished. He had made all things new.
She turned and began her journey back towards the troubled world to serve as a mirror decoyed in darkness, confident that she no longer walked alone…
Bryan Hupperts
Copyright 2007
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