Sacrifice

He was standing in the shadows, when a woman dumped a bucket of dirty water out of a window above.  He heard her yell “Hey watch out below!”, and jumped aside just in time to see it hit the ground and splatter across his shoes.  From the smell of it, he figured it was dirty mop water.   All of this happened within a matter of seconds when he heard a whistle blow and he realized his mistake.

He ran.

Just one stupid mistake and they knew where he was.  Thankfully he wasn’t close to where his family was hidden.

Thinking quickly he rounds a corner into another dark ally, dodging crates and debris scattered along the way, takes a few more quick turns and continues on.  Fortunately he knows this area and has been able to avoid the authorities for several years.  He tucks into a tunnel that runs under the city, confident he was in the clear.

Unfortunately, someone had tipped the authorities of his whereabouts.  They knew he would be out today and had people posted throughout the area he was believed to frequent.  Even down in the tunnels.

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It was judgement day.   He was dragged out before everyone.  Accused of breaking the law.  Accused of hiding his family and secretly carrying documents and distributing them throughout the city.

“He is not alone in this evil business.  He is only a small man in a big plot against us!” the accuser yelled.

He was brutally beaten, as they demanded he tell them where the others were.  They even threatened his family trying to get him to speak.  He refused.

So now chained to a pole in a courtyard, bruised, swollen and bloody, barely able to stand, he keeps his head up, before them all.

In the crowd there are those who know him.  They fight to hold their emotions in check as soldiers march in and line up in a row in front of their friend.   The accuser moves close to him and in a loud voice once again asks “Tell us where the others are!”   He turned his head toward the voice and with one last burst of strength, loudly exclaims. “No!”

The accuser, filled with hatred, turns and walks away and turns to the soldiers.  “On my mark”.  The sound of the rifles being readied to fire, could be heard throughout the courtyard.

…”Fire!”

The noise was deafening as it ricocheted off the buildings.  People were covering their ears as they looked on at the dead body sagging against the pole. Blood ran and filled the crevasses in the stone pavement.

As they dragged his body away and people disbursed, one man says to another “I’ve never seen anything like that before.  He wouldn’t give them up.  I don’t understand.  Self-preservation is the only way.  Why would he do that?”

“It’s sacrifice man.  He cared for others more than himself.” was the replychain.

~ Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. ~ John 15:13

 

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I'm a happily married mom of two, living in Arkansas and selling AVON. Both of my children are grown and in college. I often wonder where the time went. I never thought I'd have blog but when blogs came along, I jumped on board. That just goes to show one doesn't know what the future holds. I was born in 1967 but my life truly began in 1996. That is the year I realized I need God in my life. That is the year I asked Jesus Christ into my life. So, you will see, as you follow my blog, there will be mention of God, Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit from time to time. I can't live without sharing that part of my life. I like to go to flea markets and visit antique shops and I usually find something to take home with me. I'm fairly new at crocheting. I tried to learn to crochet in my twenties but I didn't have left handed instructions. I could do it right handed but it was hard for me to keep my stitches consistent. Then a few years ago a left handed friend of mine gave me a book with left handed crocheting instructions and I learned to crochet. My first quilt was in done in 2001. Money was tight and I wanted to give my husband something nice. So I decided to make him a "blanket". Little did I know I would be hooked and still be making quilts years later. I'm starting my hand at scrapbooking and watercoloring. We will see how that goes. :) I update my AVON page each week with a special deal, so be sure to check it out. Well, that's a little about me. Hope you enjoy my blog and follow me on this journey.