Saturday, January 11, 2014
I was trapped; held hostage in a repetitive cycle of sin. I would tell myself it was not my fault, that they had chosen to eat from the Tree; not me. Why should I suffer for what they had chosen to do?
I was captured; held hostage in a prison of fear. There was sickness, pain, and death everywhere I turned. But wasn’t it Cain who killed Able? So long ago that it was the Genesis, yet now we see it all around us.
I was corned; surrounded by walls of hopelessness, doubt, and confusion. He stood there staring me down with vicious eyes. “You will follow me…” he sneered, “Bow down, I’ve arrested thee.”
I raised my bound hands, and silently dropped the mustard seed that I held pinched between my fingers. I knew it was my only hope. The seed shattered on the barren cement floor of my prison cell, and what had once been a tiny seed became hundreds of eagles. They beat their wings; creating a wind that would have blown down even the strongest trees. I had to close my eyes against the force of the fierce wind, but I heard the eagles’ shrieking cries as they clawed at my captor and crushed his head.
Then suddenly I was free. My hands were no longer shackled. In fact, I raised them high; extending them toward the man who hung in my place. He wore the crown of a king, but hung lifeless where I had once hung. I saw the blood which poured out from him when he had made the exchange; Him for me.
My captor had fallen; he lay lifeless on the floor of the cell.
My ransom had been paid; although all I had was a mustard seed, it was enough. I was no longer a prisoner, I was free. Now my mission would be to tell the world of the man who became a hostage in exchange for me.
Written in response to the One Minute Writer prompt~The Hostage
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