Fiction

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Brad gritted his teeth as the law enforcement agents put a heavy handcuff on his wrist. He knew he would not get away this time. His cup was full. His calm mind quickly switched to his past and with a vibrating speed like a child convulsing, he brought it back to the present. All manner of atrocities had found a space in his lean hungry- looking body.

I didn’t mean to do them, Brad cried bitterly as he was led into the judgment hall. The prosecutor was already seated, his face saying something that sounds like ‘this time, you are finished.’ Brad took his stand at the dock as his eyes scarred through the large crowd. The witnesses were scattered everywhere. There was no way he could escape this. He quickly tore his eyes away from the dark- skinned teary-eyed lady wearing a long robe, the colour matching her smooth skin. He had wiped her family from the earth’s surface in an instant. He allowed his mind to wander to the steps he had taken to stop the evil practices and the strange force that kept pushing him on. His mind wandered so far that he was unaware that the charges had been read out and a plea of guilty entered into for him (for so the law stipulated).

YOU ARE HEREBY SENTENCED TO DEATH BY HANGING.

Yes! The old feeble prosecutor exclaimed. Strength had suddenly returned as his face shone like a young lady who was being proposed to the first time in her late 40s. Brad’s knee shook greatly and they finally gave way.
Just one more chance, he cried.
The judge was already on his feet when the Prince walked in. Every one turned, shocked at his sudden arrival. All bowed before him, including the judge. The law himself had arrived. As the judge stood aside to allow him take over, the prince uttered a statement that shook everyone including the accused. He had come to replace Brad. The courtroom was in confusion. Eyes speaking out the mind but with the lips firmly closed. This is impossible, the Judge finally uttered. You can never be guilty. The prince quietly handed a letter to the judge. It was written by the King and bore his signature.

The Prince immediately removed his garment amidst the speechless crowd and took the tattered yellow prisoner’s uniform from Brad leaving him with just a singlet and short. Slowly the judge read out the charges and gave the judgment. The handcuffs came on the Prince and he was led out of the courtroom.Brad decided to get to the end of this. He followed from a distance as they headed to the Death Avenue. He watched as the Prince was hung. Sorrow filled him as the Prince groaned in Pain. Finally the moment came. The Prince’s neck twisted and it broke. The Prince was dead. Brad walked back home, gloomy and sad.
Two days later, he heard a knock on his door. Prince! Brad almost fainted. The prince put on him a beautiful sparkling white garment and held out to him a long scroll. Brad ran to the center of the city dancing and singing. He was free at last!

He was delivered over to death for our sins and was raised to life for our justification… Rom 4: 25.

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