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Persecution Builds You Or Breaks You - a short story by A.B.King

   Once upon a time a good Christian boy named William joined a new school. He was nice kid and he quickly gained a reputation for being a nice guy. He even saved a younger student from being bullied in a way that even the bullies walked away happy just as the bullied walked away happy but also relieved.   William did very well in his school work. The teachers started to like him and soon everybody liked him.   William gets on the football team and did really well on the football field just as he did in his previous school.   One day, after a game which he ended up being the hero of; the principal asked William to give a victory speech about the game. William took the mic. He thanked God for the game and he said that when things where rough during the game that he prayed and obviously God answered his prayers so he is very grateful to God.   That day was the day that the whole school knew that William was a Christian. And from that day on his persecution started.   Immediately, after that speech people started avoiding him.   From the next day there was side talk that he hates gay people. People started looking at him angrily anytime they saw him, including teachers.   William became the subject of hate and criticism in every gossip in school. He had gone from being the guy that everybody wanted to hang out with to becoming an observer who was on the outside but at the same time was inside the school; watching the whole school become a vessel of hate and persecution against him.   One day, William went for football practice as he always did but the coach benches him from practicing. William couldn’t believe that he was getting benched from practicing. He couldn’t believe that anyone could get benched from practicing. Anyway, he was an obedient boy. He sat on the bench, quietly watching other people practice.   After the team finished practicing, the Coach told everybody to go but as William stood up to leave he called him back. He told him that he would like to have a word with him in private. When they both sat down, the coach told William that the rest of the team does not want him on the team. The coach said that he did his best to talk to them but he is sorry, he couldn’t help him. He has to leave the team.   That day as William went home, he got on his knees by his bed and started crying.As he started to pray, God started talking to him. God told him to be strong. God told him that persecution either builds you or breaks you, but what it does to you is up to you. If you stand up, hold your ground and not let the persecution shake your faith; then you would only be growing stronger as well as setting yourself up for a promotion.   God then gave William some bible passages to read.   William read them and brightened up.   The next day, William went to school super charged; he was full of faith, confidence and happiness. He maintained a positive attitude and responded positively to all those who treated him negatively.   He went on like this for days and just focused on his studies. The fact that he smiled when people frowned at him made them unable to help smiling back at him sometimes.   Even though the feelings in their hearts remained, they were now asking themselves within themselves if they weren’t the ones with the hate problem.   One day, the school team was losing really bad on the football field. The principal and the assistant coach came to William and told him that they would please like him to get on the football team.   William asked them that he taught that he was kicked off the football team.   The principal and the assistant coach quickly responded that he should consider himself back on the team.   William said, No! thank you that he has rearranged his priorities and football is no longer on his plate. He never even wanted to be a professional footballer in the first place. And now he has time to concentrate on studying for what he always wanted to be.The principal was shocked by what he just heard. Then a little while later, after he pulled himself together the principal said, “Well then, please pray for us. Pray that we would win like you did last time. We could really need a miracle right now.”   William couldn’t help it. He started laughing. It was just too funny. In between his laughter he asked, “Pray to whom? Should I pray to the god of the atheists, or should I pray to the God of Christianity who you believe is outdated and hates gay people like you?”
The End.

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