Re-Posted from "Meditations of a Charismatic Calvinist Who Does Not Speak in Tongues"
An old knight and a young knight met when riding through the forest.
The young knight had the newest innovations in his armor. His sword
had a special power point, and from his belt hung the newest of
electronic gadgets. His armor was covered with bright colors meant to
impress and attract those of a neutral persuasion to join themselves to
his side. The older knight had more subdued armor, encrusted with the
discreet ornaments of legalism. His sword was old and battle worn,
touched with the rust of archaic usage. But both wore the helmet of
salvation and the breastplate of righteousness, so they met as servants
of the King and not as sworn enemies.
"I have not seen you around here before," said the old knight. "New in the area?"
"I
just graduated from Knight School," replied the young knight, "where
we learned the newest techniques. Just looking at your outfit, you
could use a brush-up."
"I've been around the forest a lot of years. I reckon this old armor will take care of me like it always has."
"Maybe," remarked the young knight, "but it looks too worn-out to take a serious testing."
They
parted and rode off in opposite directions, each shaking his head at
the other. As the young knight rounded a grove of trees, he was
startled by a loud roar. He turned his head and saw the huge yellow
form of a lion streaking toward him. He reached for his sword, but was
not able to bring it to play before the weight of the lion rammed his
horse and sent him flying through the air. He was sitting on the
ground, grasping his shield, as the lion charged. While he did not have
time to rise to his feet, he was able to bring up his shield to deflect
the charge. He twisted his shield back and forth, warding off the
lion's claws and teeth. One swipe from a claw got around the shield,
but was turned back by his breastplate. The young knight was beginning
to tire when he heard the sound of approaching hoofs. Before the lion
could turn a sword swung down, instantly severing his head from his
body.
"That's a good shield you have there," said the
old knight, for such was his rescuer. "I'm not sure mine would have
held up that well after such a battering."
"It's nothing," replied the young knight. "You really must teach me that sword stroke."
And they rode off together, laughing.