A brilliant light flashed momentarily blinding Nijole while illuminating her frail body. A deep raspy voice boomed from somewhere overhead commanding subject 72 to step forward. The small woman caught a glimpse of her reflection before her. Pinned haphazardly to the front of her shirt she saw the number 72 scrawled in black on a torn piece of bright white paper. Realizing the voice wanted her to step forward she moved without thought.
“Subject 72, you have been given a second chance at life, when you go back out into the world you will take with you one of three ‘lifeguards’. You will not have a choice of which one you will take with you. You’re going to play a game similar to Russian roulette to find out which of the three ‘lifeguards’ you’ll receive.” Pausing only long enough to take in the look of shock on his latest subject’s face; the Voice took on a mocking tone, “If you roll a one you will be sent back into this miserable world with a coat of armor complete with a hepa filter. The armor is bullet proof. The hepa filter will stop you from catching any communicable deceases but there is one catch, you will not be protected when you sleep. You will remove your armor every night and keep it off for at least eight hours. This is the chance you’ll have to take.
Rolling a two will give you a personal bodyguard, a guardian angel of sorts or as I like to call him – Model 202. He will guard your life, protecting you from stray bullets and pushing you out of harms way. The catch here is due to union rules he must take a 15 minute break every four hours.
Now for my personal favorite, rolling a three will give you a lifeguard. He will be with you always. He’ll watch over you while you sleep. He is invisible so it will be up to you to believe he is with you if you want his protection.”
Falling to her knees, bowing her sweat drenched head in prayer, Nijole trembled as she prayed she’d roll a three. Believing the number represented her Heavenly Father’s Son; Christ Jesus.
Disgusted by Subject 72’s actions the Voice grew angry demanding her to stop what she was doing and roll her fate.
Reaching out to grab hold of the die, Nijole quietly defied her captor as she whispered, “I believe I’ll roll a three for any other number would be just that, a number.”
Releasing the die both the Voice and Nijole held their breath as it tumbled, flipping from number three to number one then seemingly balancing between one and two finally landing firmly on the number three. Unable to hold back her relief, Nijole squealed, “Thank-you Father.”
“Are you ignorant? Explain your reaction?”
Confidently Nijole explained, “I believe this invisible lifeguard that you speak of is none other than my Lord and Savior; Christ Jesus. He silently watches over me from His throne, guiding me in all my paths. He is my ‘lifeguard’. Though I can’t see Him I know He is with me always and never forsakes me.”
Foaming at the mouth, the Voice screeched, “If you’ve never seen Him how do you know He’s there – I mean here?”
“Simple. He showed me He was with me when He answered my prayer. You see in blind faith I prayed the die would land on number three.”
“Wretched subject! You’ve ruined my research. I’m sending you back without any lifeguard. See how long you’ll last now.”
Nijole woke with a start. Springing up into the sitting position she ran a still trembling hand through her soaked hair, turning her eyes heaven ward and breathing in a sigh of relief she thanked Jesus for being her lifeguard and that the horrible experience was nothing more than a nightmare.
The Voice’s master stalked into the damp, mold invested lab. Livid with his young apprentices’ results Lucifer screamed, “Fool, you’re to kind hearted. You should never have explained the choices to your subjects. If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times; Christians believe in an unseen Savior.”
“But, but Master, I didn’t refer to Him as ‘the Savior’ I called Him a lifeguard.”
“Same diff, you ignorant fool. It was a dead give away when you told your subject she’d have to believe in someone she couldn’t see.”
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