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Contributed by wachumiri
on Monday, 2nd May 2005 @ 04:20:17 PM AEST
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I find myself in the center of a group of spectators. A game of tug-of-war is about to begin. One team, mine, is composed of only two people: Jesus and myself, while the other team is composed of numerous beings. Satan, I see, is the head of the enemy, though his demons aren’t far behind him. I can identify a few of the well known ones.
Holding his head tall, I see Pride. He is well known for bringing down great Christians. He mostly targets people in high positions, using his soft and persuasive voice to tell them to stop looking at the people that are being served, and he tells them to focus on themselves.
Another demon that caught my eye was Fornication. He seems like a really cool guy. I mean, he’s really popular, and everybody talks about how cool he is. He has his own club, called SIN (Stop and ThInk About No One But Yourself), and everything. But what they don’t tell you (Or they don’t know) is how costly it is to join the club: your most precious gem. And even if you eventually leave his club, you can’t get a reimbursement. He is also known for spreading fatal diseases. The best thing you can do is to not have contact with him or his friends, since any contact with him is sure to bring about heartaches, which cause the worst kind of pain.
But you should have seen Disobedience! That demon has a really strong personality. I mean, he was yelling, cursing, and even cheating. He started to pull the rope even before the game started. In the beginning he’s the one that got me into this. We have all met him sometime in our lives, though how we respond to him is what is important.
So the hoard of Satan’s demons where there, arrayed against me. These and many more: Envy, Hate, Self-pity, Anger, Depression; I couldn’t name them all, even if I tried. And against all these, I stood my ground, with Jesus at my back. When the game began, I felt one of Jesus’ strong hands on my tensed shoulder. His other hand was at the rope pulling. The rope seemed to stay still, for a second, and then we gained. Against all odds, we gained! Satan and his hellspawn were losing ground. At this, I had a brilliant idea. I heard the voice of someone from the sidelines, a relative of Pride, I think, calling. The voice I heard said that I should pull by myself, since, as he said, I seemed to be doing all the work. That way all the people would see how strong I was. I told Jesus that I wanted Him to go away for a while, that I didn’t need Him. I told Him that if I needed Him, I’d call Him. He didn’t want to leave - too dangerous He said. With a sudden, reckless act of anger and contempt, I pulled His hand from my shoulder and pushed Jesus away from my life. In a second I was in the dirt. Being dragged through stink, vile slime, and refuse, I saw how weak I really am. All I had to do was to push Him away from my life, for one second, and the fight was lost. He had always been there when I needed someone. Only then I noticed how much I really needed Him. I saw then that the only way to victory was to ask help from the One that I had just pushed away. Pangs of grief filled my heart. I felt as if I had just killed my best friend. I knew that I had hurt Him more deeply than I would ever know. I knew not if He would forgive me, I knew that He shouldn’t, but I turned my eyes toward Him in hope. In that instant the rope stopped dragging me. One hand on the rope, one on my shoulder, He was by my side. I didn’t want Him to touch me at first, because I was so dirty and grimy. Then I looked into His eyes and knew that that the mud and slime didn’t matter to Him. My condition and surroundings didn’t hinder his love for me. He didn’t care where I’d been; He loved me anyway. The only thing that mattered to Him was that I was now safe. I took His hand and saw that a scar had appeared where I had pushed Him away. Tears filled my eyes as I fully understood what He had gone through, what my arrogance had cost Him. But even so He forgave me. He lifted me up, and placed my feet on a rock, where I could stand firmly and get a hold of myself. It was then that the tears escaped my eyes. I wept for Him, what He must have felt being pushed away by a friend. I wept for the scars, the scars that would always remind me of what I had done. But they would also remind me of all what He had done for me.
My hand reached for the rope once more. I no longer pulled so that other people would see me. I now pulled because of the scars, His scars.
Copyright © wachumiri
... [2005-05-0204:20:17]
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Re: Tug-of-War
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by faith_my_eyes on Tuesday, 10th May 2005 @ 12:16:39 AM AEST
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David, that really takes me back. This still impacts me today the same way it did when I first read it back in Riverside two summers ago. Thank you so much for posting it. God bless you!'
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Re: Tug-of-War
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by cutes252 on Friday, 27th May 2005 @ 03:19:19 AM AEST
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this is an extremely good story...i feel good havin read it..keep up the good work |
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Re: Tug-of-War
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by Tanmaya on Monday, 30th May 2005 @ 02:16:00 AM AEST
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This brought tears to my eyes.
Very powerful, touching... no one could have expressed it better.
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Re: Tug-of-War
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by Tanmaya on Monday, 30th May 2005 @ 02:16:01 AM AEST
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This brought tears to my eyes.
Very powerful, touching... no one could have expressed it better.
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Re: Tug-of-War
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by Fionndruinne on Friday, 12th August 2005 @ 03:59:17 AM AEST
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I have always considered this quite a good work, possibly your finest.
And since you wrote it as a story (even if it is a masquerading essay in story clothing), it fits well posted here. Excellent coincidence (or conspiracy? Aha.)
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Re: Tug-of-War
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by brokengirl on Sunday, 21st August 2005 @ 11:49:53 PM AEST
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oh wow. i am...speechless. i dont even know what to say really. that hit me really hard and whats happening in my life and the struggle for me to stay close with jesus. thank u soo much for writing it and posting it cuz its amazing and..made me think about some stuff with my life.
take care *hug*
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Re: Tug-of-War
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by Archie on Tuesday, 20th September 2005 @ 09:36:25 PM AEST
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This is very good. You have a good hold on Jesus i believe |
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