Short Stories

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The Tale of a Murderer
And a Father’s Love

Once upon a time, there was a very wealthy and powerful man. He was a good man, a fair man, and just man. He had an only child, a son, that he loved very much. This child was the apple of his eye and there was nothing that the father would not give him or do for him. The child loved his father just as much.

The child grew into a man and was very much like his father. Like his father, he was a good man and there was no evil in him, only love. All the laws of the land, and desired of his father, he carefully obeyed. He used his wealth and power to feed the hungry, provide care for the sick, the blind, the deaf, and the lame. The child met their needs, just as he had seen his father do. The people loved him because he was generous and good. He was kind and compassionate to all. Unlike other rich men, he did not despise or look down on the homeless, lost or abused, nor did he think of himself as better than them. Being not afraid to get his hands dirty, he spent his time with the prostitutes, the junkies, the thieves, the prisoners, and the poor. He told them were loved and that there was a better life for them than what they were living. Many a dying man was saved by him, for he offered them a better way, a fresh start, a new life and hope.

The common people loved him, but the leaders not so much. He had pointed out their faults and by comparison, they were cold and heartless. They feared that the people would love him more than them. They had flaunted their power and prestige while condemning the common man, pointing out all of his faults. Worst yet, he had publicly disgraced them and said that they were no better than the vilest offender was. Each day they hated him more and more.

They spoke to the crowd and me saying, “You are no less than he. All of us have it in our power to be like him. If you had his wealth and wisdom, you would be just like him. He is no different or better than you are. You do not owe him anything. It is simply luck that he was born into that household. There is not just one way but many ways that lead to power and happiness. Think of all the things you could do if you had his resources. You could do anything you wanted, have anything you wanted. Nothing could stop you. All you have to do is take it. Who is he to tell you what you must do? Who does he think he is anyway, God?”

We believed their lies and they stirred the evil in our heart. In our blood lust, a mob of us took him prisoner, tortured and murdered him. It was only afterwards that we realized what we had done. Only as I sat, waiting for my day in court, did I fully comprehend that I had murdered a man that had never done me harm. It was too late to take it back and I was about to receive the reward for my actions. I stood covered in guilt and shame before the judge when he asked my plea. Did you kill Jesus?”

There were too many witnesses for me even to think about pleading innocent. Every careless word I said, every action I had taken had been recorded. So I pleaded guilty and threw myself at the mercy of the court, hoping for life in prison versus the death I knew I deserved.

I saw his father there in court. I could feel his pain. I wanted to say something, but I dared not speak for any words would have been to lame. “I am sorry I killed your only son. I did not know what I was doing; I was just carried away by the heat of the moment. I did not know that it was wrong. If I had been born to, different parents or different circumstances I would have not needed to do it. He deserved it. I knew the truth, but I choose to follow my desires, and my wants. I did not care what it cost anyone else. Somehow, I thought that I would never have to pay the price for my choices.”

The judge pronounced my sentence, death. It was the justice that I deserved. The father rose, spoke, and asked for mercy. He said his son’s death was enough. He requested that I be released unto his hands and his care. The judge agreed. I expected vengeance for the murder of his son. We, I had been exceedingly cruel and hateful. I had mocked him, beat him, striped him naked, gambled for his clothing, pierced his tattered body, nailed him to a tree and left him there to die of suffocation. As if that were not enough, I had stuck a spear in his side just to make sure he was dead. I wonder what form of torture and death awaited me. At best, I thought that he would take me as a slave, to do his every bidding. Never again would I be able to do anything I wanted. Never again would I have anything.

He took me home and gave me his son’s room. He told me that he forgave me and that he would treat me as his son, adopting me as his own. He said I could have anything that was his sons and if I needed anything, all I had to do was ask. He sent servants in to feed and care for me. At first, I thought it a trick; surely, he would kill me in my sleep. He wanted me to know what I could have had and what I chose to throw away.

In time, I stopped fearing for my life. I asked the father, “What would happen if I tried to leave?”

He said, “It would make him break his heart. Look around. There have never been any guards. I will not force you to stay against my will.”

I had been given all the rights and inheritance of his son, but I could leave and return to my former state if I wished. I did not understand him or know what to think. He had not given me what I deserved, but had instead given me the gift of grace to be his child. All I had to do was to take it. He had shown me so much love that I would have been a fool to leave and so I stayed. I had learned to love him, because he loved me though I was unloveable. Although he had never brought it up again, I remembered who I was.

I asked him one day, “How he could love me when I was so unworthy and unclean?

Father said, “It is not who you are that allows him to love me. Love is who I am and I can do no different.”

His love is so sweet I cannot begin to tell you. Each day I find myself wanting to be closer to him, more like him. Never do I want to leave his presence, for in it is the hope, the joy, the peace, and the love I was looking for. His house is big and all are welcome will you not come and see for yourself? I promise you will never be the same. For if he can change me, he can change anyone. Do you need love? Come!

Kathy Barnes
12-25-09


Heaven or Hell the choice is yours. Can you live with your choice?

There is no person Jesus won’t touch or answer when they ask forgiveness, desperate people, discourage people, suffering people, grieving people, tormented people, imperfect people, trashy people, weak people, fearful people, doubtful people, different looking people, those that have made a mess out of their lives, murders, thieves, liars, those guilt of sexual aversions, those that are holier than thou on the outside and dead on the inside. He loves them all but not their sin. He has made away out through the cross. All have a choice to make heaven or hell, to believe or not.

All it takes is a statement: Lord, if your are real I want to know you not just about you. Show yourself to me become real in my life. I need You.

Plan of Salvation
1. For all have sinned and come short of the glory of God. Roman 8:23
2. While we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. Romans 5:8
For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten son that whosoever believeth in him should not perish but have everlasting life. John 3:16
3. Admit you are a sinner: If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us. 1 John 1:9 Wash me and I shall be whiter than snow. Psalm 51:7
4. We were therefore buried with Him through baptism. Romans 6:4
5. Grow in grace, and in the knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. 2 Peter 3:18
6. Be faithful until death, and I will give you the crown of life. Revelation 2:10

Salvation Prayer
Dear Lord Jesus, I believe that you died for me on the cross and rose again to give eternal life. I ask you to forgive me of my sins and take total control of my life. Thank You for saving me and making me your child. In Jesus Name. AMEN.

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