Rotating slowly in the air David rose from my his bed toward the ceiling as if he were laying face up on a giant lazysusan. He wasn’t asleep, but couldn’t be sure he was awake, either. His eyelids seemed glued shut, and each muscle in his body was frozen stiff. His arms and legs were locked, as well. Only David’s thoughts were free to fight for him, but they didn’t seem to have a weapon.
The voice said “You will always be mine. Come to me, my child.”
Moments before, David may have been asleep dreaming in color of flying over his house, his neighborhood, and then a city. Launching from roof tops, he was free to be a bird soaring through lighter clouds in the darkness, to dive at windows, and then blast up toward the full harvest moon that lit the night. His heart swelled at altitude and then shook with wonderful terror as his he made his fall head-first, closer, closer, and closer to the street. Oh, it was an exhilarating fright that he was sure to remember, and wonder about tomorrow. Was it a dream, or a gift from the gods?
The evil presence ended the flight. It came all of a sudden , buckled him down, bound his hands and legs, and then started to draw him upwards. David could not scream, even his tongue would not move, and he knew he would die if his mind didn’t find a weapon. His mother would find him, he was sure, in the morning, cold in his bed, and she would weep for him, briefly.
His heart was beating wildly and would not be controlled. Frantically David tried to take control of his panicking thoughts. Only one word would come to his mind, and David held on to it like a anchor.
And he stopped rising.
And he stopped rotating.
And everything was still.
How this word came in to David’s mind, and why it would be helping him David did not know. He had always been afraid of this word, like he was afraid of UFOs and the ghost of Hitler. The only time he ever heard this word was as a curse, so how could this word be his weapon against what was happening to him? But it was working so he said it with abandon.
David’s mind spit the word out into the air like machine gun bullets, and slowly he began to descend back to his bed. When it let him go David’s body sprang to life, and his suddenly free muscles catapulted him out of bed and in to the middle of his room. He stood there for a timeless age, tried to calm his pounding heart, and retake control of his rapid breathing. David wiped his sweating brow on an old t-shirt and then crawled back into bed. Surprisingly, he was almost immediately asleep
But it began again, and David, his body, rigid with fear, didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t even think of the magic word. Slowly he rose again, this time rotating the other direction.
“Nooooooooooooo!” his mind screamed.
And it stopped.
A peace came, it flowed over him like a warm syrup and saturated his being. His heart calmed, and his arms and legs relaxed.
“This must be love,” David spoke out loud.
The peace lowered him, laid him back on the bed, and then promised him protection, and that he would fly again.
David thought about the “dream” all the next day, but could not figure it out. He didn’t ask why the evil presence had chosen him because it had terrorized him before. He did ask the sky, however, why that word worked against his kidnapper, but he didn’t get an answer. One day he would know, something told him. As sure as David could fly over houses, one day he would know.
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This is a fantastic story, and a wonderful example of the power behind the name of Jesus. Many in this world hate this name and will not claim this name for their self. But those who do and those who understand its power and worth find riches in its use. Great job!