Obedience unto death | Previous Challenge Entry

how it works

TITLE: Obedience unto death | Previous Challenge Entry
By Henry Swart
02/03/05
LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE
SEND A PRIVATE COMMENT
ADD TO MY FAVORITES

In the beginning I was faintly aware of warmth, comfort, and safety. I did not see it. I did not hear it. I felt it – more with my heart than with my hands. I felt that I was covered and protected, but from what I did not know. My surroundings told me to be at ease, and I obeyed.

After a while I started hearing voices. One was close, so close I could almost feel it, but the rest were distant – a chorus of noise that would rise and fall. I slowly realized that they were in another place, a distant place – the outside. And if they were on the outside it meant I was on the inside. I somehow remembered that I had been sent here, but by Whom I did not know. All I knew at that time was that I had been sent and I had obeyed.

After a while the voices changed; they became angry, hostile, afraid. I did not understand what they said, but I understood their meaning full well. They were telling me that I was not welcome, I was not wanted. They were telling me that the outside was bad and uninviting. They were telling me to be afraid, and I obeyed.

The inside changed along with the voices. It was still warm, but it seemed less safe, less comfortable. It became stiff and resistant, as if it were willing me away. When the distant voices grew dim, the closer voice would sometimes whisper, and I would feel its anger, its frustration, its fear. The inside would convulse and shudder, it would tell be to be afraid, and I would obey.

On one particularly fearful day there was much tossing and turning. There were forces that would pull me suddenly to one side and then release me – first to the one side, then to the other. There was a distant voice that spoke harshly, threatening all kinds of things I did not understand. After the movement and after a pause, another distant voice spoke gently, with reassurance, and the walls of the inside were probed. The walls would press against me at different places and from different angles and with a shock, I realized that something on the outside was feeling me, assessing me. All this told me to be very afraid, and I obeyed.

Suddenly the inside tensed around me and I knew that something terrible was about to happen. I somehow knew that the outside was about to intrude. All I wanted was for the outside to stay out and the inside to stay in, but it seemed like everything was about to go inside out. I tried to scream, but nothing came out.

In that instant I felt the presence of the One who had sent me, I felt His sad love smile at me, and I knew… I knew Who He was and I knew what would happen. He was Yahweh and He was to be worshipped, but instead another would be worshipped. I would be fed to that hungry, golden calf called Molech. In a disinfected clinic I would be ordered to lie down on his white hot bottom lip and be consumed, a sacrifice for the sin that had produced me. Molech would suck me into his churning belly and be appeased.

I would be expected to die and I would obey, what else could I do? At least I knew there would be everlasting arms to receive me home.

Then started the pain…

I silently scream
the words of my unborn dream –
mother cleans her room

PREVIOUS ENTRY | NEXT ENTRY
SUBMIT YOUR ENTRY FOR THIS WEEK'S CHALLENGE

The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.

Accept Jesus as Your Lord and Savior Right Now - CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.