Chapter 15 - The Scroll of King Anduri Now at the time Jekamiah had confronted the king, he had been in Arapa visiting with his brother Jeshaiah, and with Jedidah and Naamah. But now, after being exiled by King Visath, he was preparing to leave the city as the king had commanded. Jeshaiah was not aware that his brother had confronted the king and was now banned from the city of Arapa. So when the royal advisor returned to his home in the city that evening, Jekamiah told him all that had happened. The preacher had decided to return to their farm home in the Kiruhzs River Valley, the home left to the two brothers by their deceased parents. Jeshaiah said, "My brother, I do not know how long I will remain here in the court. But I pray daily for God's wisdom. And we thank God for your prayers. Now there is one small matter I want to ask you to take care of." The king's royal advisor brought out a scroll - and handed it to Jekamiah. Jeshaiah said, “These are writings of olde King Anduri, and this scroll has been in our family's keeping for almost three centuries. You know that our forefather Jekuthiel taught King Baenjavin's son Anduri the words of the Lord God in ancient days. These are some of the words Anduri wrote down on a scroll after he became king. These are his words to the children of the Cimirik people, and to the future kings of Cimora. And King Anduri entrusted this scroll to our father Jekuthiel. "The time may come," explained Jeshaiah, "when Jedidah and Naamah and I will have to flee Arapa in a great hurry. We may not have time to gather our belongings, and this scroll could be left behind. Please take this scroll with you on your journey back home, and keep it safe. Now, my brother, we will send you off in the morning with some provisions for your journey, and with our prayers." And so, that night in his brother's house, alone in his room before Jekamiah went to bed, he unrolled the scroll written by King Anduri. And these were a few of the words inscribed on the scroll Jeshaiah had given to Jekamiah: The Voice of King Anduri To my son Prince Jadirin, and to my Cimirik people, of all the clans of Cimora.
Allow an ancient man to write down these few words to you —
For even poorly written words,
Are better than the best memory.
Far better to have a scar and the Lord,
Than the world and great treasures.
Remember this, my children,
Through the Hebrew scriptures,
The Lord pours his heart into ours.
The Spirit of the Lord is the oil,
The Hebrew prophets are the lamp,
The Word of God is the firelight.
He who works evil toward others,
Labors to bring harm to himself.
He who speaks evil of another,
Brings accusations down on himself.
The Lord God gives us a new life,
We give him a home in our heart.
Do not fear when reviled.
The moonlight shines bright,
No matter how the dogs bark.
Bring all things into the light of the Hebrew scriptures.
If anything does not agree with the words of God,
Be done with it, for there is no good in it.
The lamp that lights another lamp,
Loses no light of its own.
We may talk more love in one hour
Than we will practice in one year.
Relieve your sorrows,
By comforting others.
Kings of the earth need to behold the storms,
The winds, the lightning upon the mountains,
And then bow low before the King of kings.
We produce our crop,
By pulling our weeds.
Children, do not be discouraged.
Lessons will be learned,
And hardships will pass.
Rest, my children, and be thankful.
Two most beautiful things of earth-
One who prays for forgiveness,
And one who forgives another.
Peace, my children, if possible,
But love for the truth always.
No reward on earth is kept.
No reward in heaven is lost.
Our faith is like a bold stallion,
And we ride it to heaven's gate.
In considering men's words,
Remember this, my children,
The fish that escaped
Is always a very big one.
A man's lies will not only disagree with truth,
They will also disagree with one another.
It is legend —Noah said to his sons,
Less advice and more hands.
He who is content with little is not poor,
He who must always have more is poor.
Even if you sleep in a room,
With one hundred beds,
You can only sleep in one bed.
The jealous Lord God
Is both death and life.
Death to worthless idols,
Life to those who love him.
We fall on Shiloh for mercy,
Or his justice falls on us.
We love Shiloh not at all,
If we love him not above all.
And after reading these few words, Jekamiah closed the scroll - and laid his head down to sleep.