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Free at Last. A Story of Incapacity and the Wings of Grace
Feed My Sheep
Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me.
In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.
And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also. St. John, 14: 1-3 (KJV)
Reminiscing on the dark shadows of the path that brought him here, he stumbled into the darkness. Grim, sombre, blindfold cutting into the lower ridge of his nostrils and pressing against his precious eyes, he went deep within unto his nakedness, and reached out to God.
Alone, desolate, stripped bare; now forsaken by many and deserted by those responsible for his being here, he saw clearly, that his only course of action, was to dive deep into the pristine light and purity of the Soul. He wept within...
It would not be long now before they came for him. Those men in long black robes and hooded faces, for he was sentenced to be shot. They had picked him up, case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. No questions asked, no quarters given.
He had been pointed out by a so called witness to the incident, and now called to pay the price. A strong 24-yr old ethnic minority drop-out, and an unemployed youth, nobody was going to ask questions, he thought, and now it was almost too late.
Alone, broken, desolate and in a dark, dungy, cold and grey old makeshift cell, Charlie felt his capacity drifting away. He had not eaten for almost 24hrs. Helpless and devoid of strength, getting down on his knees for intercession, was probably about all he could muster now. He began to hear the words of the great Negro spiritual echoing in his Spirit. ‘Amazing Grace, how sweet Thou art …’
Summoning his last once of energy, he lifted up his Soul and offered it to God.
“Come to me, all who labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me; for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light." Matthew 11:28-30
These words were now invaluable to him, and grafted like diamonds, deep into the inmost recesses of his Soul. Indeed he was still muttering them, when he passed out onto the hard concrete slab. Cold, forlorn; seemingly forgotten in a lonely prison cell, in the middle of the Toppin Sea.
“Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool. Isaiah 1:18
The first thing that Charlie heard was the clattering of keys. This was followed by something dropping to the floor and the clanging of gates. A beam of translucent Light now shone bright and deep into his cell, and his heart was filled with beauty. He could see, as the blindfold cutting across his face was slowly lifted, and he was now filled with Love.
Charlie felt like a man transformed. No more the seeds of wrath that had controlled him for ages from lack of love; no more the valley of resentment that dwelt within his dark heart. He was washed clean by the Grace of his Beloved, and the old sticky ego and insecurities had vanished into the night.
Slowly he felt propelled to stand and walk towards the prison gate. The words of ‘Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid,’ dwelt sweetly in his Soul.
He walked past the prison guard; the warden; the superintendent … no one stopped him; no one said a word. It occurred to him that perhaps they could not see him, but he wasn’t sure why? A miracle, he thought. Had the Lord really answered his prayers? Was he dreaming? Why was he so filled with Love?
Walking past the final sentry, he opened the gates, jumped unto a waiting Vessel and sailed into the night, a changed and righteous man.
Credit: Inspired by GM Williams question and picture here: http://gmwilliams.hubpages.com/question/250392/what-words-would-you-use-to-describe-this-picture
-Manatita. Word-crafted Awakenings from the Lantern-Carrier. 29th January, 2015. ©Copyrighted.
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