A Life in the Way

Neither of us would soon forget the events of this day. The same is surely true for everyone else, especially the young man with the key.

lighthouse 2The pardon was preceded by adversity, as often it is. She refused to leave us alone. Try as the hunter might, her incessant squib began to grate upon my companion’s usual calm. He thunders in the name of the way… she speaks no more.

Others do. The anger of her master’s rod soon wields its punishing blows to our backs. Bruised and bleeding, we are dragged off and hurled into a prison chamber.

The hunter seems unmoved by our abuse at the hands of the blinded ones and begins to offer hymns to the way. His joy is pandemic; I join in.

Our songs are accompanied by a surrounding of seismic convulsions. The walls fill with crevices and the doors to our cells unhinge. We are free!

The young man with the key draws his sword, but not for us. Fear embalms his face. He intends to do himself harm. We refuse our liberty and the hunter consoles.

Every event of the day has played its vulnerable role. We know this when we hear the young man with the key ask, “What must I do to be saved?” The hunter of the way preaches Jesus… and we know the fellowship of His suffering.

About mtsweat

Seeking the rest that is only promised and found in Christ Jesus, along with my treasured wife of more than twenty-five years, we seek to grow in our relationship with our Heavenly Father, walk with the Holy Spirit as He moves our hearts, loving others always as Jesus loves us, and carry the news of His glory, the wonderful gospel, that gives light and life where there once was only darkness.
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