“You are under arrest,” the agents of darkness forced my arms behind me, chained me intently and in that moment I was a prisoner of sin. I found myself locked up in the deepest parts of the world, with very little option but to befriend the demons that surrounded me. I could not afford my own defense and once I was comfortably acquainted with the roots of my inequity, I didn’t seem to want it. In the heat of my sentence mercy found me and appointed me a public defender.
The judge; in flames of blazing fire, unquestionable majesty and a glory so great it was blinding, sat in His throne and demanded the Prosecution to make its case. The accuser of the brethren, in all his naught and devious charm, enthusiastically stood up to impeach me for everything I was. He made his case craftily, opening books of sins I myself had forgotten. He tore me up, from the inside out exposing me brutally, undressing me of all the pretense that came with each Sabbath morning and revealed the truth behind every action. He convinced the court that I dressed up every Saturday morning, perfect attendance, not for the sake of the word but because I had an overly attractive Youth Leader and I never grew weary of gazing at him. He called me a liar, a fornicator, a thief, a cheat, an idolater and he wasn’t wrong. He revealed incriminating evidence that I was proud, drowning happily in a pool of self importance, silently judging the world for their inadequacy because I felt righteously complete. ” She is a lover of the world and all its pleasures and pays no regard to things of Your law, your honor,” he closed.
A voice authoritative enough to shake the floors of the earth, unsurprised but still wounded but the extend of my crimes, instructed the Defense to make its case. ” I have come that you may have life and have it in abundance,” my public defender began, He spoke calmly but firmly and I was hypnotized by the melody of His voice. “We accept the charges, we accept them all but the price for the defendant’s crimes was already paid.” He lifted his hands and my eyes were flowing like rivers in the rainy season, the scars on the defender’s hands were the evidence of my salvation, I was guilty but through him I was cleansed into perfect innocence. The crimes I had committed were all quite right and they were all undebatabley mine but His death had washed them all in sacred blood that I may not be condemned to a lifetime of imprisonment but inherit forgiveness and a Spirit that would lead me in perfect righteousness. The public defender pleaded my case, with his own life and blood, he lost his life that I might have mine and for this purpose, to destroy the works of the devil. ” Has not the Son of man come to save that which is lost?” defense rested.
The honorable, the only Lawgiver and Judge who is able to save and destroy, the one who has perfect knowledge, weighed the arguments of both and found me; guilty but not condemned, sinful but saved, my chains of worldly imprisonment were broken and by his judgement I was set free. I leaped into the arms of my defender, cried and pledged my life to his service, my heart was filled with love, awe and unquestionable sincerity. The gavel of the judge was pounded and it was finished.