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Topic: JAM (02/09/17)
- TITLE: The Door and The Light
By Dave Walker
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"Run, Patrick, run." Cough, cough. " Leave me. Here, take this. You'll need it"
Frothy blood spilled from Graham's mouth as he handed the bag to Patrick. The footsteps hammering down the alley grew louder, and Patrick bolted as a volley of shots rang out.
He ducked down another alley and into a deserted warehouse. He waited -- and relaxed as the footsteps grew faint. He took a first right and looked for a place to hide the bag. There, behind that cog and under the shaft. He retraced his steps, counting. Twenty paces from the turning.
What was that? He'd been careless, thinking all his pursuers had gone past. Now he heard a voice. "In here! In the warehouse. Everyone to the warehouse."
Patrick crept to the end of the passage. It turned to his right. There's a door at the end.. It's slightly ajar and leads outside. He'd wait till they were all in the building and then slip out.
They were scouring the warehouse and getting closer when he made a run for it. He reached the door and pulled. It wouldn't move. Pull after frantic pull did not unjam it. Soon he was surrounded.
"Hands above your head and don't move." The policemen moved in. Handcuffed and angry, Patrick was whisked away.
But they never found the bag.
He couldn't tell them. Not after "The Light", as he loved to call his experience with Jesus. Yes, "The Light." That's how Jesus came........
At first, when Lionel visited the prison, Patrick didn't like him. His talk of "Born again", Love and Father's heart didn't resonate. His own father's heart was raging, especially when he'd been drinking; and love meant one thing: sex. And as for being born again, he often wished he'd never been born the first time, let alone again. But on hearing Lionel's story hope, like a tiny shoot peeping through hardened ground, edged its way into his heart. Lionel knew what it was to be abused, to hate, to do crime and be imprisoned. At first, like that fateful warehouse door, Patrick's heart opened just a chink. Then, after a day of deep despair, he threw it open and invited Jesus in.
That night he had a dream. He was in the warehouse walking to the door at the end of the passage. As he approached, the crack of daylight shone brilliantly and spread to fill the whole door. He kept walking and then he walked right through the door. He awoke, filled with light, pure and whole. He knew he'd been with Jesus.
The other prisoners knew there was a change. An armed robber who scowled and threatened became a man known for practical caring, all the time extolling Jesus and urging them to follow Him.
In his prison years, his thoughts often travelled to the bag. He'd keep it -- especially after "The Light."......
And now here he was, out of prison and with the bag in his possession. He walked to his rented room and emptied the sparkling contents onto his bed. There it is. Almost reverently, he picked up a large cross covered in diamonds that shimmered with a surreal light. He held it to his chest and knelt to pray. "Jesus, You are the light of the world and of my life. As this jewel shows the beauty behind the gory ugliness of the Cross, so let my life history, so ugly in itself, shine with the story of Your redemptive grace."
He dialled a number. "Hello? Mrs Goodman? I have a treasure of yours I would like to return, and a greater treasure I hope I can impart. May I come around?"
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