“Would you shut up for two minutes! We’re not going to get out of here any faster with you screaming at me!” Al shouted at Clara, his wife.
“Don’t you dare talk to me like that. We’re going to…”
“Just stop! I need quiet for a few minutes.”
Clara shot a dirty look at Al before settling down into her all too familiar corner. She tried remembering the good times. The times before the darkness had become her dreary companion, but no memories surfaced. A single tear ran down her check, unmasking her inner agony.
“Don’t cry Clara. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled it’s just…”
“It’s just we’re never going to get out! Never Al! We’ve been in this…dungeon, forever.”
Clara’s voice bounced off the metal walls of their secluded cage. Four walls, no higher than six feet high and five feet wide, served as their current residence. The walls were void of any entrance or exit and mocked the couple’s dismal fate. There was no light, no heat, no carpet or tapestries. Nothing but the two of them and their nemesis-the darkness.
“Al? Please…I just want to know why we’re here.”
Al looked at his wife. The luster and shine of her gorgeous blond hair was gone. Clara’s smooth face was hardly recognizable, hidden beneath layers of filth. Her favorite designer jeans bore the imprint of an untimely fate with an almost certain death-this room.
“I don’t know Clara. I try to remember who took us…how we ended up locked in this room, but it’s like my memory skips over that part of my life… I’m beginning to think that we had no life besides this prison. “
The darkness couldn’t disguise the life Clara saw slipping away from Al.
Clara traced her fingers over the imprints of her hope, five numbers, which were engraved in the metal wall that she propped her back against.
“Al, you can’t talk like that. I know the secret is here. It’s hidden in these numbers...”
“Don’t mention those stupid numbers again! We’ve exhausted every idea of what they could mean and what has it done for us? Nothing! “
Al slammed his fist against the floor, sending shivers up Clara’s body.
“5, 14, 20, 5 and 18,” Clara said aloud as she traced the numbers with her index finger.
“Don’t talk about them Clara!” The tone is Al’s voice made Clara tremble, but she persisted.
“Al, those numbers have to mean something or they wouldn’t be on this wall!... Come on, think!”
“I have and I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s hopeless Clara. This is our fate.”
A faint knock disturbed Al’s words.
“Did you hear that Al?”
“The knock! Someone knocked!”
“I never heard anything.”
Clara sat back down, defeat rising up within her.
I need to get us out of here. It’s killing Clara. The darkness, the hopelessness… God? If there is a God. I need help. I have no idea how we got here, or where this is, but we need out. Please, I can’t do anything. I…I need your help.
As Al finished his prayer, a wave of peace settled within his spirit.
5 …14, 20, 5, and 18. Hmmm. 5…14…wait a second…
“Clara! Clara I know what it is!”
Clara looked over at Al. “This is not the time for sarcasm…”
“I’m not joking. It seems so obvious now that I know! Ok, Clara take the alphabet and assign a number to each letter starting with the number 1. 1=A, 2=B and so on. So that would mean that 5=E, 14=N, 20=T, 5=E and 18=R. It’s “ENTER.” The key is “enter.”
“Enter? But it’s too simple…”
Clara was interrupted by a soft knock.
“There’s that knock again!”
Clara scooted over so Al could squeeze beside her. Together they placed their hands on the numbers written on the walls and shouted the key word “enter,” together.
Slowly, the door opened. A light so glorious and radiant almost blinded their eyes and through the light came an outstretched hand which displayed a scar in the middle of His palm. A powerful, yet loving voice broke through the silence, *“Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come **(enter) in and eat with him, and he **(enter)with me.”
*Revelation 3:20 NIV
* *Parenthesis mine
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