Bravely face the challenge

Sometime in the distant past, there were three Masai young men whose opportunity had arrived for them to venture out from home and persevere through the trial of masculinity. The oldest of the young men was named Shaquille, the second Danka, and the most youthful Kunta. Presently Shaquille was a brutish, strong kid, and invested the majority of his energy battling and being defiant to his folks. He was never so exceptionally cheerful as when he was ruling others or bragging his significance. Dismissing his errands and studies, he would continue for quite a long time concerning why he would some time or another be the town boss.

His folks frequently criticized him for this, and would shake their heads tragically and say, "Shaquille! Sometime you will be sorry you didn't comply with us. These are the learning years, and you should utilize them shrewdly." But no expressions of guidance or notice could fix Shaquille of his negative quirks.

Danka was a significant pleasant kid, yet he was shy and little for his age. He tackled his errands without being told and anticipated playing with his companions. At the point when the town young men met up to play soccer, he would be quick to show up, with incredible fervor. Yet, when the game became physical and the young men jarred to and fro for ownership of the ball, or on the other hand in the event that he didn't get the ball on his initial not many endeavors, he would surrender. His folks regularly admonished him for not putting in more effort, and let him know that some time or another he would languish over being so unfortunate. They regularly advised him that a champion is known not by his height, but rather by his boldness.

Kunta was a normal measured kid, neither thin nor solid. He was thoughtful to other people and consistently looked for information from the town elderly folks. Consequently, large numbers of the town elderly folks showed him how to chase, fish, and make weapons. He was much cleverer than Shaquille and Danka, and his folks' hearts expanded proudly when they heard the town boss say to others that sometime the little individual would be a town boss or senior.

Presently, it was custom in this town for every kid, from the oldest to the most youthful, to go to the focal point of a close by woodland and kill the lions that habitually went after the town's dairy cattle. A kid would be given one day to kill a lion and return to the town. Then, at that point, on the following day another kid would get his opportunity. The kid who killed a lion would be allowed the privileges of masculinity. In the event that dread of the lions surpassed a kid, he would be known as a weakling and compelled to relinquish his legacy.

Just like the custom on the prior night venturing out from home, the clan leader assembled the three young men together and gave them directions for the perilous excursion. Inclining forward on his staff with his tall thin body, radiating a reassuring grin across his weathered face, the boss said, "Whatever you do, stay on the best way to live consistently. From the way, you will actually want to see the lions before they can assault you. In the event that fundamental, utilize the trees as safe spaces, for everybody realizes that those lions don't climb trees well. Try not to pursue faster routes through the tall grass on the grounds that risky monsters stow away in the shadows. What's more, don't fear the lions' thunder, for you are more than ready to overcome them. Oppose the lions and they will escape from you. Continuously have your lance prepared to push into the lion before he can mess with you. Kindly recall these words in light of the fact that your solidarity, astuteness, speed, or deficiency in that department won't save you. Just through fortitude and acquiescence will you rout the lions and get back in win."

Subsequent to giving his guidelines, the boss advised Shaquille to get a decent night's rest since tomorrow he would require his entire being to endure the test.

The following morning, the boss assembled the whole town to implore and submit the young men to God. Then, at that point, the oldest kid went forward to guarantee his predetermination. Shaquille remained on the soil way until he was away from the town. Then, at that point, he moaned, saying to himself, "The timberland is a long leave. I will go through the tall grass and show up in the backwoods a lot speedier. All things considered, what does that idiotic old boss know? Doesn't he realize that I am the quickest, most intelligent, and hardest kid in the town?" No sooner had the kid left the way when a lion hopped from the shadows and killed him. In the evening, when Shaquille didn't return, the town grieved him and ready to convey the second kid promptly the following day.

In the first part of the day, Danka started his excursion down the way that prompted the focal point of the backwoods. He was mindful so as to remain on the way and intently notice his environmental factors. As he strolled toward to the timberland, he heard a lion thundering somewhere far off. His snapshot of testing was close. He recalled the numerous startling stories the elderly people men informed him concerning lions eating young men. Also, obviously, the way that Shaquille didn't return was principal at the forefront of his thoughts. Dread fell upon him. As he arrived at the highest point of the slope, he saw the thundering lion in the valley beneath and acknowledged amazingly the lion could likewise see him. The lion, who was partaking in the previous kill, saw the kid. He jumped to his feet and crawled toward Danka. Danka's heart dissolved with fear. He dashed to a close by tree and mixed up as quick as possible, dropping his lance all the while. The lion currently had no justifiable excuse to fear the kid, so he walked about the tree and started to insult him.

"Descend from the tree," the lion murmured, "and I will release you."

In any case, Danka didn't move. He understood the sly lion had no designs to release him. He knew when he left the tree, the lion would eat him, actually as he did Shaquille. In the wake of begging the kid to descend from the tree with no outcome, the lion became irate.

"Descend," he thundered, "or I will climb the tree and eat you."

Presently this he said ridiculing the kid since everybody realizes fat-overweight, male lions don't climb trees. So the circumstance transformed into a stalemate with the lion indignantly revolving around the tree and torturing the kid for quite some time. In the tree, the kid surrendered to surrender, decided to leave his journey, and stayed there until the lion left. That day he started kicking the bucket every day, despite the fact that he experienced an additional fifty years. He turned out to be such an object of mocking and disgrace for his family that he was in the end driven away from the town, never to return. What a superfluous misfortune! The lion had not actually contacted Danka yet just undermined his wellbeing. Rather than accepting the insightful old boss, the kid stupidly decided to accept [fear] his adversary and languished over his noncompliance. His defiance predetermined him to withstand among the weaklings that bite the dust oftentimes previously their demises instead of the fearless who never taste of death however once (Julius Caesar, Act 2, Scene 2).

On the third day, the most youthful kid, Kunta, began his excursion to the backwoods. He strolled down a similar honest soil way as the other two young men. During his walk, he rehashed out loud all that the old boss had enlightened him concerning overcoming the lions.

"A lance will save your life and take the lion's life," he said, getting a handle on his lance firmly in his right hand. "In this manner, never put down your lance or lose it, for it is your actual life."

While he strolled, he passed the subsequent kid walking back to the town, head down, shoulders drooped. Kunta attempted to comfort Danka, however he would not talk or quit strolling towards home. So Kunta proceeded to his predetermination. Subsequent to strolling another mile, he saw what was left of the principal kid on the left half of the street close to the tall grasses. He quit, considering what precisely befell his companion. After taking a gander at Shaquille's and his assailant's impressions, he found that Shaquille had defied the central's directions and left the way. Understanding his companion's destiny, he got back to the way.

He strolled for some more hours in the rankling sun until the way with tall grasses on the two sides offered way to the woods controlled by lions. As he entered the woodland, Kunta heard a boisterous lion thunder from the shadows before him. It roared all through the woodland. He, similar to the next young men, became apprehensive when he heard the thunder. In any case, he didn't flee however followed the sound until a huge lion remained before him. Totally mature, above and beyond 500 pounds, the monster had a majestic mane, indicating his power. After seeing the kid, the lion lord thundered and thundered to unnerve the kid. Kunta, in any case, constrained himself to remain quiet and solidly grasped his lance. At the point when the lion saw the kid would oppose him and not run for security, he got upset. He paced and thundered as though planning to charge the kid.

"I'll eat you, actually as I did all the other people who came into my woods," he said menacingly.

Kunta wouldn't permit the harasser lion to move him. All things considered, the kid told the lion his future.

"Mr. Lion, you have eaten your last young man," he said strongly, raising his lance and gazing into the lion's eyes. "I will kill you today with my lance and wear you as a coat."

As he opposed the lion, he before long found an astonishing truth. The lion was frightened of him. The lions had since a long time ago figured out how to fear men who realized how to utilize a lance. They realized that a man with a lance could undoubtedly kill them. So lions would escape from outfitted men, however assault and eat up unarmed men. The lion, understanding the kid would oppose him and furthermore impeded his way of break, charged at Kunta. Notwithstanding, Kunta recollected the central's guidance and promptly directed his lance to the charging lion and propped it with his foot. As the surprised lion lurched, the lance punctured through his stomach. The lion dropped to the ground, dead.

Kunta could get back in win. He had turned into a man.

The following day the clan leader welcomed Kunta to his home.

"You see it is as I told you," the boss said. "The best approach to have accomplishment in life is to have gallant dutifulness notwithstanding difficulty."

Luckily, Kunta had discovered that illustration—and discovered a fortitude he didn't realize he had. Kunta grew up to be an effective tracker, a solid le

So when facing the lion of temptation—Satan—remember that obedience to God's Word is the key to defeating him.