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Today Is The Day |
| Written by Matthew Daniel Carter | |
| Friday, 04 July 2008 | |
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This is the last day of my life. The walk was long and painful to the place of my execution. Why did everything seem different, as if a film were cleared from my eyes. The morning dew sparkled and the smell of the nearby fig trees filled my nostrils. As I looked up, I noticed the sky was extraordinarily blue and the clouds majestically white. Was that a bird chiruping behind me? It was probably a common bird, yet the sound was new and comforting. Crowds began to gather around me; they were spectators enjoying the show. I hated them. Some of them I had probably robbed before. Memories. Those memories seemed more vivid now that I was about to die. My heart began to beat faster as I thought about death. Where would I go? What is going to happen? What am I going to see? From deep within I felt sure my condemnation wasn't over. Another trial would be waiting. My crimes flashed before me: Slander, deceit, robbery, lies, adultery; what crimes have I not committed? What could I possibly say before the judgement seat of God? Those brutes begin the process of another execution beside me. The crowd seems pleased as they witness the hammering and the screams of agony. The pain was becoming unbearable. Air was caught in my chest and I could only let out bits of it at a time. I felt like I was suffocating. My mouth was so dry. I began to cry. The sadistic spectators began ridiculing the man beside me; I tried to hear what they were saying but the loud ringing in my ears prevented me from understanding the words. Ah, look who showed up! The holy men. Bah, they could do nothing for me in life, and they could do nothing for me in death. Preachers of hypocrisy! Hey, I think I robbed that one. Serves him right. How long, O Death? How long till we meet? My lungs burned. My dislocated bones cried out in pain. Will I be in terror when the time arrives? Will I be tormented? Where are these questions coming from? I never asked them in life; why are they so important in death? Those hypocrites pointed their fingers and mocked the man next to me. A centurion began nailing a sign above his head. Did the sign say he was a king? Yeah right. Well, today is my day. I have to admit, I am terrified. Well, God, would our meeting be different if my life were different? But I can't make excuses, not now, it is too late for excuses. I turned my head toward the poor soul next to me. What was this? He was looking at me! There is something peculiar about this man. Why is my heart burning inside me? My sadness turned into uncontrollable joy. Distress changed into calmness. What is it about his presence? Is he really a king? or maybe a holy man? That would explain why the hypocrites were present. Yet, they mocked and ridiculed him. He seems so peaceful. Suddenly, I knew what I needed to do. This was not just a man. Somehow, from the depths of my soul, I knew he was my only hope. I have nothing to lose. So, here it goes, "Lord, remember me when you come into your kingdom." Jesus replied, "Truly I say to you, Today you will be with me in paradise."
Copyright 2008 Matthew Daniel Carter |
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