I was in solitary confinement. I couldn't stand nor sit properly, there was no comfortable position. Every part of my body ached badly, I counted down to the days when I would finally be called to be executed.
I was ready to die, even though deep in my heart, I was extremely afraid. I ceased to have hope when I was brought here, rat food, mice water... My pain was both spiritual, physical emotional and psychological.
I can barely see through the rat hole of the cell. My sweat and urine consistently greased the floor. I could no longer plead for mercy, my voice was gone. All hope was gone, I wasn't so sure about what "life after death" meant but I was sure that very soon, I would know.
They came like I had expected. I was grateful to be brought out of the hole, it felt like a dog cage...well it was a cage somehow. I can finally stretch my body even though its for a few seconds.
Hand cuffed, I followed them. Hope martyred, dreams buried, I prepare my soul for the grave.
My face covered, rope around my neck The tear I thought were gone forever, flow freely. I look at the old pastors face, I see peace, hope, happiness... Something I would have gladly killed for. I feel like plucking out his eyes and placing them in my...maybe then, I'll truly be happy.
The old pastor holds my handcuffed hands and prays with me, he called it the salvation prayer. Instantly Joy flooded my soul, it was an invasion of peace. Even if I didn't live happy, I'll die happy!.
The sack comes over my face, the rope is pulled and I choke, painfully but happily. I hear shouts and suddenly the rope drops, I open my eyes slowly not sure if I am still on earth.
The sack is pulled off my face, my handcuff loosed. I looked bewildered. One of the officers throw a paper at my face and walks away angry. My hands are to shaky, I can't pick up the paper.
The old pastor runs in and embraces me tightly, he shouts "you are free!" I don't know what to say or do, I just look straight open mouthed.
What happened? Why? How?
The pastor whispers to my ears REDEMPTION.
Psalm 130:7 KJV
Let Israel hope in the Lord : for with the Lord there is mercy, and with him is plenteous redemption.