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Free at Last. A Story of Incapacity and the Wings of Grace

Updated on February 1, 2015
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Manatita is an esteemed author living in London, UK. He writes spiritual books, flash fiction and esoteric poetry, his favourite genre.

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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.

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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.

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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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      manatita44 2 years ago from london

      Yes, Jodah. Powerful indeed! Truly sound advice! Thank you for this wonderful sentiment. God bless your Spirit. Peace.

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      John Hansen 2 years ago from Queensland Australia

      Faith and true repentance can be a powerful thing and lead to miracles. You should never lose hope if you leave things in the hand of the Lord. This story demonstrates that manatita. Well done. You used very appropriate Bible verses John 14 1-3 and Matthew 11 28-30.

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      manatita44 2 years ago from london

      Yes, Victor, my Friend.

      I was doing this as a child growing up in the Caribbean, both vocally and in prose. So happy that you like it. Much gratitude.

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      Victor W. Kwok 2 years ago from Hawaii

      You are an amazing storyteller, Manatita.

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      manatita44 2 years ago from london

      Hehe. Thank you so much, my Sweet. Have a great Sunday!

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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 2 years ago from Victoria, Australia

      A truly awesome story.

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      manatita44 2 years ago from london

      So good of you to return, Faith. Higher blessings.

      Thank you, Mary. Like Jamie says to me, I hope that life is good for you in NJ. It would be a pleasure to have the company of you and yours. I may visit Queens in April, God's willing. Have a great week-end!

      Shyron,

      I read only nice things about you. Peace and loving thoughts, and thank you for visiting my Hub. In love and Light!

      Ruby,

      I am actually both writer and poet. Not too many know this. I do both effortlessly by His Grace, of course. Nothing belongs to me. Always glad to hear from my really close Friends. Some of you are here right now. Hope you day is going great. I send you much beauty through the ether. Peace.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 2 years ago from Southern Illinois

      Such a beautiful story of redemption. I was deeply touched by this. Thank you my dear poet friend...

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      Shyron E Shenko 2 years ago from Texas

      Manatita, this is "Awe Inspiring" Thank you for sharing this.

      Voted up, useful, awesome, and beautiful and interesting.

      Shyron

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      Mary Craig 2 years ago from New York

      Certainly beautiful and uplifting. The grace of God frees us but not always in the ways we expect. This story truly portrays the love of God. So very well done my friend.

      Voted up, useful, awesome, and beautiful.

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      Faith Reaper 2 years ago from southern USA

      Hi Dear Manatita,

      I came back to share everywhere, for I was on my phone at the time, and it does not allow me to share anywhere.

      Blessings always

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      manatita44 2 years ago from london

      Thank you my loving Friend, on this cool but pleasant Saturday morning here in London. Always good to hear from you and to feel your passion and one-pointedness for God's Love. Higher blessings on you, children, family and dear ones.

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      Faith Reaper 2 years ago from southern USA

      Oh, how lovely ...you have written a beautiful story! There is nothing more freeing to one's soul than that free gift of grace. We may not have deserved it but it is still freely given ...now that is amazing love! Up ++++ tweeting, pinning, G+ and sharing Peace and blessings always