The Fate of Reality

“The battle had begun, the battle trumpet was sounded. I checked on my armor, my shield and my sword. I could see others with sweat drops dripping down their forehead.

With my head focused and watching the entire way through my helmet, ran forward towards the battle. With passion in my heart and an ambition to win, moved forward. Finally I see the enemy. This was it.

Everything I prepared for. Everything I had been trained for. I know that the battle was going to be fierce, but I marched on, to give everything that I had. I held on to my sword… my only hope… my only protector. And started swinging at every enemy that confronted me.

I have no time to stop. The enemy troops were gaining. I was increasing my speed. As the battle was getting more intense, a small sense of fear could be felt, but there was a conflicting voice within me, saying ‘don’t give up’. So I stood my ground. I could feel my power decreasing, my strength becoming weak.

But I had to fight, for my brothers… for my country…. for my God. I took my stand. I fought, not realizing that my troops have already started to retreat and were signalling me to turn back.

But I was in the middle of the battle surrounded by enemy warriors from all the side. I just couldn’t find my way out. I cried out for help, but no one responded. I was losing my strength. Cant fight, my armor was getting heavy… this heavy sword I could swing no more.

I was down, literally pushed to the ground and the enemies were laughing and mocking at my helpless situation. They all stood, surrounded. They removed their bow and started to stretch their arrows at me. I could see each arrow had names on them. One arrow said, depression, another, sickness, lust, defeat, guilt, oppression, loneliness. This was it. Can’t find any help.

At this time, I had could remember of no other name, but one, the name that was in my heart, the name that had great power, the name of “JESUS”. I feared. Is this an illusion? No time for flashbacks, this was real.

The enemies, looking straight at me and with no time to waste, striked their arrows at me. With my eyes closed, gave a loud cry “JESUS”. Seconds passed.. I could feel no arrows. Slowly dared to open my eyes.

To my astonishment, I saw the entire enemy retreating with fear as if they had seen a ghost. As I began to stand on my feet, I felt the load of another person, covering me. As he stood along with me, I recognized that it was Jesus. With great relief and tears of joy, I hugged him.

As I hugged him, I saw all the arrows that were targeted at me was taken by him as he was covering me and his blood was all over me. I was saved because he took my place….!!!

“But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and by his wounds we are healed.

-Great Powers Comes Great Responsibility