Jaden glanced towards the darkened patio door.
“Just one more, Lord, let me send
out just one more post before they come. “
He knew
perfectly well his time was limited.
“What
would you have me write about this time? What compelling message could be my
final farewell—“
Final
farewell? No, no I don’t want to think of it that way. When God closes one door
he opens another. He looked once more towards the drapes that were blocking out
the night. Soon, but not too soon, he hoped, early dawn would lighten the sky
and it had been rumored that they would come for him, then.
As he
waited for the laptop to boot-up, he bowed his head in prayer, “Lord give me
words.” John 3:16 came to his mind: it was one of the most powerful messages in
the world.
For God
so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son that whosoever believeth
on Him should not perish (die) but have everlasting life (live forever in
Heaven with God.)
His
hands nearly skimmed over the keys. What can I add to these words?
His mind was in frenzy. “What
more can I write Lord, what more?”
“Just send it, send it.”
The
patio door was locked but it was child’s play for them to get in.
“Seize
the computer!” the leader commanded as two men forcibly handcuffed him.
“Go,”
Jaden pleaded inwardly; looking at the screen, “Just go.” Sometimes it took so long
for a post to be truly sent; sometimes he had to reload it.
“Shall
I destroy the laptop?” The swarthy, turbaned man lifted up an axe that Jaden
knew would soon be laid to his own neck.
“No,
no. Dats ef-evidence! We will learn much.”
As
Jaden was man-handled into one of the vehicles a deep peace rolled over his
soul.
I
have fought a good fight, I have finished my course. May Christ’s light flame
brightly through me one last time when I lay down my life.
