Short Stories

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Looking around me I see alot of unknown faces, I look for some relief in the faces who hold my judgement.... I see none. All I see are the downcast glares of hate and rejection, but I deserve their judgement because of crimes I have committed. I am a thief... I am dead. As they speak upon my sentence, my mind wonders off... wonders back to the memories of what I've done, I hold my head down in shame as they start to carry me out. All of the sudden I hear shouting coming from the back of the court room, I turn to see the cause for all the yelling... I behold a man I had never seen before pleading my case. He was appealing to the judge, asking for mercy upon me. "His crimes call for death, only death will balance his crimes out." The words from the judge ring in and out of my ears, silent tears fall as I try to keep an emotionless face. The man who had been crying out for my mercy now turned to look at me, his eyes seemed to search my soul. He didn't look at me as a dirty criminal but as someone who mattered.... his gaze returned back to the judge as he spoke. "I will die for this man."

(One of the criminals who hung there hurled insults at him: "Aren't you the Christ? Save yourself and us!" But the other criminal rebuked him. "Don't you fear God," he said, "since you are under the same sentence? We are punished justly, for we are getting what our deeds deserve. BUT THIS MAN HAS DONE NOTHING WRONG." -Luke 23:39-41)

He took my sin, my death... and in return gave me a free life.....

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