The King is speaking.
I'm in the crowd wanting to be as close to Him as I can. There's a bit of commotion behind me. Someone is trying to push through the crowd.
Then I feel a nudge trying to get me to make room for the anxious one to pass.
I turn to face him. My look is rebuking him, "Who do you think you are pushing past us?"
"Didn't you hear? The King just called my name to come to Him!"
Then I understand.
It would be wrong not to press ahead when King Jesus calls us forward.
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