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TITLE: Echoes in The Shadows | Previous Challenge Entry
By Jack Taylor
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And through it all, a whisper. “Do not hold this sin against them.”
The law had been his passion, his mistress, his righteousness. It unleashed a zealous fervor for a holy God, shaping his childhood, structuring his diet, guarding his Sabbaths, filling his mind with the words of Moses. It had given confidence, certainty, truth, even as a man lay dying in front of him. Justice alone could be served by the law. There was no room for mercy.
Then the light on the road had swallowed him whole. The familiar voice struck with the same piercingness as lightning. “Why are you persecuting me?”
The transition from law to grace had shaken him to the core. He had studied with the best, been the best, worked hard to be better. And now, the foundation of law he had built everything on had crumbled.
The crushing had been as real as a boa wrapped around his soul. “Why me?” Grace. “What about what I’ve done?” Grace. “What about others?” Grace.
He curled in the darkness as the wick sputtered into a tiny red glow. “How will I face those against me?” Grace. “How will I endure the journeys?” Grace. “How will I speak your truth without compromise?” Grace.
The hissing condemnations wormed their way into the corners of his memory. “Traitor. Apostate. Fraud.” He clenched his jaw, tightened his fists, and furrowed his brows. With law he’d know what to do. Sacrifices. Charity work. Donations. Penance. He would balance the ledger. But with grace? It was all done.
“Is that all I have to hold onto? I’m the worst. I could never be good enough.”
A rooster’s crow penetrated the confusion. He kicked blankets away, relit his lamp, and crawled toward the quill and parchment across the room. How could he wrestle the rain of truth from the cloud of his despair and doubt? He hardly noticed the rat scrambling to get out of his way.
A distant shape took form in the shadows. He stretched his mind to grasp it. Timbers. A cross. Another who had called for forgiveness. And it dawned on him. Justice had been served, but not on the one who deserved it. Mercy had been extended so that he had been spared from the consequences of his sin. But even more, grace had been extended so he had been given the life he could never earn or deserve.
His heart of stone had become a heart of flesh. The spirit of the law transformed it from being fueled by the letter of the law into a pulsating, passionate orb of life filled with deep desire and hope for those who had been like himself. Grace.
He glanced upward, then bowed low. “Stephen, I cannot undo what I did. I can only live in the grace you’ve shown me.” The truth was clear. Law had exposed him; grace had recreated him. Tears brimmed to the surface. Tears he hadn’t known since the early days when he’d been sent away to learn the law with Gamaliel.
There was no more sacrifice. No more charity work. No more donations. No more penance. The Son of God had finished his good work and left grace behind for all who looked to the cross.
Nothing could bring Stephen, or any of the followers of The Way, back again. No long journey to foreign lands, no painful beatings, no planted churches in hostile communities, no all-night sermons, no number of converts baptized. No sufferings, or letters, or jail cells. His hope rested elsewhere.
He tightened his grip on the quill. “For we maintain that a person is justified by faith apart from the works of the law.” Nodding energetically, he reached for another scroll. “For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith-and this is not from yourselves; it is the gift of God-not by works, so that no one can boast.”
A young maid slipped into the room with a morning tray. After carefully washing, saying his prayers, and starting a ritual practiced by all Pharisees, Saul stopped, shook his head, and knelt by the tray. He lifted a wedge of wheat bread, smiled, and ate it.
And the echoes of stones fell silent.
Romans 3:28
Ephesians 2:8-9
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Beautifully written.
What a great reminder to us Christians not to fall into legalism as well.
Thank you