Death to the Little Guy.

“Bless you prison, bless you for being in my life. For there, lying upon the rotting prison straw, I came to realize that the object of life is not prosperity as we are made to believe, but the maturity of the human soul.”
― Aleksandr I. Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago 1918–1956.

Life is often unfair, one could argue we are predestined for a purpose, metaphorically, we each represent a piece on the chessboard. There are the pawns which make up the majority, with the rest of the pieces being the aristocrats, ruling class and global elite. The Pawn is the least powerful, is used as cannon fodder, can only advance when supported by other pawns and powerful players, and is most vulnerable when isolated. If it is able to cross over to the opponent’s side, it is promoted Queen, an almost insurmountable task and often only made possible if it advantages the ruling class. The word “pawn” derived from the French “peon”, a Medieval Latin term for “foot soldier”, otherwise known as “peasant” or “farmer”. The pawn is the little guy.

According to Hegelian Dialectic, we are trapped in multiple states of being, but we refuse to see we are destined for either power, servitude, then death. Part of us is deluded into thinking we can make it across to the other side, to become kings and queens, aristocratic masters in the world’s domain. On the rare occasion, one of us makes it, most of the time, no one does.

As pawns on the chessboard of life, we are the little guys forced to play for a king to whom we pledged no allegiance. Manipulated, oppressed, indoctrinated and enslaved, it would seem we have no power. Discouraged from moving forward with every step made difficult by obstacles and traps from every direction, it almost seems as though we have no choice, that everything we do is forced upon us. Whilst that may be the reality, God is still in control.

Thankfully, we have a Creator to whom we can turn, a just King. He designed us with free will, the ability to choose right from wrong, and good from evil. He controls the chessboard. We can accept Him as our true and loving Saviour. He paved a way of escape from serving the unjust kings when He sent His son to die for us, “who Himself bore our sins in His own body on the tree, that we, having died to sins, might live for righteousness— by whose stripes you were healed.” (I Pet 2:24 NKJV)

Jesus loves the little guy, the peon. He is the panacea to life’s injustices, we can share in His victory over sin, and live a truly purposeful life, but we must also die to our sinful nature and surrender our lives to Him. Whilst the ruling class seem to prosper with every shrewd, calculated move, Jesus promises to one day “pour contempt on them and cause them to wander in the wilderness” (Ps 107:40). He does not take us out of the game, instead He allows us to continue, to strengthen our faith in Him, and share His truths with others. Those who die to themselves, and choose to serve Him will ultimately be the victors. “….Death is swallowed up in victory.” (I Cor 15:54‬ ‭NKJV‬‬)

Just like the game chess comes to an end, this world is not our final destination, and will soon come to an end. Heaven and Hell are eternal, our souls are eternal, and though the powers that be, call us “peon”, Jesus calls us to Him. Our servitude is not futile in Christ. There is power in being the blessed poor in spirit. We will see the kingdom of God. Trust Him.

“Blessed are the PEON in spirit, For theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are those who mourn, For they shall be comforted. Blessed are the MEEK, For they shall inherit the earth. Blessed are those who HUNGER and THIRST for righteousness, For they shall be filled.” (Matt 5:3-10)
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