Previous Challenge Entry (Level 4 – Masters)
Topic: MARRIAGE (08/25/16)
TITLE: The Legacy of Alik
By Leola Ogle
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In the second year of drought, families were dying. Water was vital to our crops and livestock. Mother died giving birth to my baby brother. I was left to care for him and my sisters while Father struggled to sustain us.
I was chasing Ninah one day when Alik rode past with a band of servants. He stopped and asked my name. “Anacet,” I answered. His eyes probed mine, but I held his gaze, unflinching, the unjust plight of my people a burning fire in my bosom.
He returned the next day, informing Father, “I will take Anacet in marriage. Servants will fetch her. You and your children may attend the ceremony.”
I spit as Alik rode off, then cried and begged Father. “Who will care for Ninah, Beca, and baby Kas?”
Father cried as he hugged me, but said nothing. No one defied Alik.
The ceremony was small. Father and my sibling supped like royalty. They left for home ladened with food and drink to last weeks.
I had no mother to coach me in the ways of women. A servant girl fetched me saying, “Master Alik requests you in his chambers.” Fear sent shivers through my body and caused darkness to threaten my mind. I jutted out my chin. I would not show fear.
When the door closed behind me, Alik motioned me to sit across from him. I sat, a soft gasp escaping my lips. The opulence sucked breath from me. The room was twice larger than Father’s home.
Alik smiled. The smile lit his leathered face. His eyes were kind. “Do not fear, Anacet. I will not harm you. I am old and have no need. When my eyes beheld you, God spoke to me to bring you here. You are destined to bring hope to your people.”
God spoke to him? Which god did he refer to? It was rumored Alik had an encounter that changed him, but a rumor could not dispel years of fear of the man.
“Have you heard of Yeshua?”
I shook my head.
“I encountered Yeshua many years ago. I was not yet old. He is love so pure I could not stand. I have sought to share it, but alas, the fear I instilled is so deep, no one will listen. I have prayed. I will impart to you all I have learned. Your youth will prevent others from listening, but as my wife, no one will dare mock you. Your father and siblings will live here. Now go, young one. Tashi, your servant, is waiting outside to take you to your room. If it is not to your liking, just speak.”
It was as a dream. Days upon days of listening to Alik talk of Yeshua. Alik’s passion to share the good news ignited a fire in my bones. I, my siblings, and the children from Alik’s previous two wives were schooled by great teachers. Alik’s daughters were mothers who mothered me and my siblings. His sons were closer to my age and teased and tormented me.
Father and I journeyed to tell others about the great love and sacrifice of Yeshua. We assured the people that long ago Alik had made travel to the Great River available, and they should not fear. The people listened to us because our blood was the same as theirs.
The years passed. My sisters married and had babies. I was fulfilled in the purpose God had destined for me – except one blight. My marriage would never be spent in the loving arms of a husband, nor yield children. Yet, I loved Alik for his goodness. Without him, my family, and many families, would’ve died.
It would be enough.
I was in my twenties when Alik passed into the heavens he spoke so much about. I held his hand as he slipped away. Before his passing, he called his son, Ashon, to his side. Ashon, who had been my schoolmate and friend, took my hand as his father spoke a blessing to marry over us.
I lived to be old and the mother of many. Alik’s wishes to share Yeshua lived on through my children.
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