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Topic: Police (10/12/06)
TITLE: MIDNIGHT ARREST
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Tramp, tramp, tramp turned to thump, thump, thump as they entered the moist air in the garden. The olive trees reached out to touch them with damp fingers as they passed by. The tall grass whispered “shhh” as they neared their target. There. Up ahead. A small group. The pre-arranged sign – Judas stepped forward to kiss the leader. A few words were spoken between them. A sweep of Malcus’ hand and the guard moved forward to seize the trouble-maker and restore order.
Malcus was right at the front. This was his opiate, his adrenalin. It was during these assignments that he was able to forget the long years of failing to meet up to his father’s expectations, knowing his best was never good enough. He tried, but trying and failing hurt too much; so he stopped trying. He would have liked to stop caring, but in reality a knot of anger and rebellion grew in his stomach until sometimes he couldn’t breathe past it. He rebelled; he resisted; he finally ran away. But the pain followed him. He felt small, invisible, unloved. That is, until Caiaphas took him on as his servant, and ultimately made him squad commander of the temple guard. Now he served the High Priest, the temple and the community. And sometimes he forgot the pain.
In an intoxicating burst of personal power, Malcus brought his hand down on the shoulder of the Man called Jesus. He opened his mouth to speak when out of nowhere a blow on the right side of his head bent him double and spun him around. The next few seconds proceeded in an agonizing slow-motion blur as he grabbed his head and brought his hand away sticky with his own blood. He could feel it trickling down his neck and under his collar. In horror he realized his ear was gone. Someone had cut off his ear! Panic gripped him and he fell to the ground, groping wildly for the missing ear.
“No more of this!” The quiet authority in the Voice stopped him in mid-reach. The owner of the Voice stooped to pick up the precious ear with one hand and with the other grabbed Malcus’ left hand, pulling him to his feet.
“Put your sword away!” He commanded.
Then He focused his gaze on Malcus. Those eyes! They did not hold mayhem and confusion, but Love. Malcus could not pull away from the Love and utter Acceptance in those eyes. He instinctively knew they saw all his secrets, all his pain, his rebellion. This Man really saw him, somehow really knew him, and yet He loved him anyway.
He barely sensed the Hand come up and put his ear in place, but he felt a warmth that surged like a river from his ear through his chest and stomach. And in that river, the hatred, pain, and rebellion that had lived there for so long simply dissolved away.
Still looking deep into Malcus’ soul, the Man asked, “Shall I not drink the cup the Father has given me?" Malcus did not know if the question was addressed to him, but the humility and submission in it washed through his essence like a healing balm. For the first time in his life, he knew who he was. He knew what he had to do. And he knew he would never be the same again.
Luke 22:48-51, John 18:10-12 NIV
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