...In the darkness of the room, it was strange to see the sparks that flew from his eyes, and the smile grow on his face.
The One True God had never given up on him. Even in the very throes of his one-man war against what he termed 'evil', he was ripped from his course and thrown into another path. On that day, he came in contact with the One True God's Son... the Good Man.
Or rather... the Good Man decided to come in contact with him.
The man put his head into his folded
arms and laughed quietly.
In a rather violent and startling confrontation he had gone from a confident, hatred filled zealot, to a man who cowered in fear on the ground. His massive religious knowledge was like a straw
wall against the tsunami of the Good Man's righteous wrath, and the man became keenly aware that the being whose existence he had adamantly denied, was very real...frighteningly so.
With fear he had never felt before, or since, he was told to follow a different path, and he did.
This was when he began to realize that the Good Man's ways were nothing like his own. The Good Man sent him to a secluded area of the very city in which he had planned his next attack. Then, in a bizarre twist, the Good Man had sent an enemy, an esteemed member of the so-called cult to visit him. He learned later that this member had not wanted to come, knowing he had power to put him in prison, or even to death. But he had been so compelled (of all the preposterous things) by his LOVE for the Good Man, that he had overcome his fears of meeting the bloodthirsty avenger, and spoke something into the murder's life that he had given up long ago...
Hope.
All of his life he had tried to be the ultimate 'good' man- the one who kept all of the laws dictated by the One True God, and also the ordinances and traditions passed down by his Holy order.
But as he sat in his bare room, alone with his thoughts, he realized with growing clarity (and a sense of dread) that he was guilty by every point of his law, and so doomed. But then, another realization came, and it was earth shattering: That the One he thought would destroy everything, was the fundamental element he had secretly been searching for his entire life. He was guilty, yes, but this Good Man, or Jesus (as He was called) was the new path(the only path, he heard later), the truth that led to a life of Forgiveness, and Redemption, the only avenue to fulfill the law, the only way to purpose, and life.
With fear he had never felt before, or since, he was told to follow a different path, and he did.
This was when he began to realize that the Good Man's ways were nothing like his own. The Good Man sent him to a secluded area of the very city in which he had planned his next attack. Then, in a bizarre twist, the Good Man had sent an enemy, an esteemed member of the so-called cult to visit him. He learned later that this member had not wanted to come, knowing he had power to put him in prison, or even to death. But he had been so compelled (of all the preposterous things) by his LOVE for the Good Man, that he had overcome his fears of meeting the bloodthirsty avenger, and spoke something into the murder's life that he had given up long ago...
Hope.
All of his life he had tried to be the ultimate 'good' man- the one who kept all of the laws dictated by the One True God, and also the ordinances and traditions passed down by his Holy order.
But as he sat in his bare room, alone with his thoughts, he realized with growing clarity (and a sense of dread) that he was guilty by every point of his law, and so doomed. But then, another realization came, and it was earth shattering: That the One he thought would destroy everything, was the fundamental element he had secretly been searching for his entire life. He was guilty, yes, but this Good Man, or Jesus (as He was called) was the new path(the only path, he heard later), the truth that led to a life of Forgiveness, and Redemption, the only avenue to fulfill the law, the only way to purpose, and life.
In that room, he made his choice. A choice that would rock countless ages to come, and turn the cities of the world on their heads, though no one knew it.
"I will follow the Good Man," the man whispered to himself.
To be continued...
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