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- A VIKING FAIRY TALE - PART 8 -
THE BLESSING OF GOD
One day he found his father in pain.
He had a big wound on his leg that wouldnít heal. He was in despair and wanted to call on the old gods.
But Knud wouldnít hear of that. To him they were no longer gods.
"Father, turn to the King of Heaven, he is stronger than sickness and death," Knud cried out.
But his father was angry. He would speak to the gods himself. "Get Odinís gold on the hill top," he ordered a slave. The gold was buried there and only taken out for emergencies. You would call upon the god while holding the gold in front of you.
Now Knud understood the connection between the hilltop and the rumours about a treasure. The gold was placed by the side of the sick leg. Then the father asked one of his friends to call on Odin.
This ritual took place for several days without the leg getting any better. But the father was stubborn. He would not turn to his sonís god because he might be looked down upon by some of the people.
The days passed and the new church was visited by many of the villagers. The father noticed that people talked about the joy of visiting the house, that the new god understood people much more than the old gods. And they also drank a god drink there.
"Knud", said the father one day when he was not feeling very good. "I want to try your god. Pray to him. I cannot take this anymore."
Knud was happy to be asked but still doubted if there would be an answer. Then he thought about the great promise from the monastery. It would still be true. He began to pray:
King of Heaven, you are still alive and our brother in heaven. You are also a god who makes miracles happen. You have made your power known among people in foreign lands.
Come to us now. You, who can change our troubles into blessings, fulfill the great promise that you have given to us so that we can have a safe and good life. I have read it by the altar and you who are love donít say one thing and then do something else.
Cleanse our hearts. Take away all these images and thoughts that do not come from you. Put your word in our hearts, the only word that can break down lies and bring light and life.
The promise, the promise.... the great promise, fulfill it now. You are bound to what you have said."
Sweat ran down Knudís forehead. The promise had to be fulfilled because love couldnít run from its promise. Knud had nothing more to say. He had prayed honestly and earnestly. Now the King of Heaven had to act.
"Father, donít forget the promise I will teach you." Knud was moved and looked directly at his father. "Remember it in the days to come.
You shall worship the Lord your God, and I will bless your bread and your water; and I will take sickness away from among you.
I have brought some of our god drink and some bread. That also has something to do with the promise. The King of Heaven changed water into wine so he can also change wine and bread into healing and new life. Eat and drink, Father."
The father could not resist Knudís pleading eyes and his eagerness. He wanted to believe his son. He took a bite of the bread and drank the god drink that actually tasted quite good.
A few days went by. The wound got worse but then, early one morning, he saw that the wound was gone. He had to touch it. He couldnít believe it but the promise of the new God was fulfilled.
The wound had healed. As a sign of his gratitude he would go to the new godís house and learn more about the new god.