The Lion King

Mufasa just got an heir and the whole kingdom came out to celebrate the cub king. Royalty places you above all, and as he was raised to the cheering animals, he saw his future greatness flash before him.

The cub was rather adventourous often straying to enemy lines and despite the much worry and warning of Mufasa, his curious little mind was made alive by intriguing tales as told by his uncle Scar.

Whatever shot Scar had to kingship had been thwarted. Perhaps there are other ways to actualise his ambition. Only if he could get rid of his two hindrances. When the opportunity came he killed one and sent the other on exile.

Loosing his home was tough but the cross of bearing the blame of his father's demise was tougher. The royal breed just turned wanderer. Timon and Pumba will introduce him to a world of eating worms rather than tasty flesh.

Hakuna Matata became his new slogan. A problem and worry free philosophy. On a sunny day, he bent to lap some water in a stream and the water mirrored at him Mufasa. He had grown to resemble the one he was trying to forget.

The image of his father lives in him,  and he had been watching waiting for an opportune time to knock some sense into him. This grace extended heralded his return to his home, the pride. Also, to face and subdue his detractor, Scar.

Do not loose your image, you are born royal. Don't fall prey to the tale of the devil saying you are not good enough. Even in your filth Jesus calls. Come home child, your throne awaits at your demand.

Don't die a wanderer, retrace your steps back to the waiting and loving arms of the one that loved and paid the full price for all wonderful benefits that could be yours.
Jesus loves you.

For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16