The wind ripped through his clothes as his legs flew over the dust and gravel. Sweat poured down his back and into his eyes, blinding him from the world. With every pump of his arms he could feel them gaining on him. They were catching up. He stopped for just a moment to catch his breath and refill his lungs. He drank in the oxygen with the desperation of a dying man. A quick glance around his shoulder told him that break time was over. They were almost upon him.
Like a bullet shot out of a gun, he was off again. He sprinted through rocks and shards of glass with a reckless abandon. He wiped the sweat from his eyes and tripped, stumbling over a boulder that wasn’t there a second ago. A sharp, blinding pain coursed through his body and he crumbled to the ground. He could feel razor-like talons digging into his flesh as they bound him with the thick chains. The heavy metal sliced through his skin, cutting off his circulation. Coil after heavy coil, they rolled him until he could scarcely breathe.
Then he was falling. He hit the water with the force of a big rig colliding with a train. He was sinking. He held his breath as he squirmed and twisted, trying to break free of his chains. A white figure danced before his blurred vision. Then the world went black.
He was awakened with a start. He rubbed his eyes before glancing down at his scarred wrists. Pain seemed non existent in that peaceful, blue world. He stared in wonder at the scene before him. A beautiful red and yellow fish floated by, unthreatened by his presence. His legs floated simultaneously on their own, unburdened by the heavy shackles he once wore.
A shimmer caught his eye. He glanced in the direction of the brilliant light and gazed upon a man dressed in the whitest robes he had ever seen. His blue eyes spoke to his heart, using no words.
“How are your hands? Do they hurt?”
“No, actually they feel great. How am I still breathing? Am I dead?”
“Not anymore. Come along now. You’ll need to stay close. If you become afraid, just keep your eyes on me. If you wander away they will catch you again. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I think so. So they’re uh, still here? Waiting?”
“Yes. They are always waiting. Come along now. Stay close.”
Slowly they began their assent to the surface.
An explosion filled the expanse above them. Crash! He ducked just before an iron mass slammed into the ocean. Suddenly there was a storm of metal as the chains rained down.
“Jesus! Save me! They’re after me again!”
He ducked, swerved, and twisted as the flying iron threatened to drown him again.
“Just stay with me! I’ll lead you out of here and you will be ok as long as you stay with me! Don’t give up! It will be ok!”
Exhausted but unrelenting, the man followed his savior toward the surface. He knew the chains were going to come and he knew there wasn’t a whole lot he could do about it. His peace came in knowing that though they threatened to bury him beneath the surface, he would be safe as long as he stayed close to the Lord. He swam upward with renewed hope. He would survive and he would do it without those iron chains. He would do it with Jesus.