A story about what happens when we leave earth… Depending on what your perspective, it’s also a way to describe the grace and mercy of the Lord.
My Attorney After living what I felt was a “decent” life, my time on earth came to the end. The first thing I remember is sitting on a bench in thewaiting room of what I thought to be a court house. The doors opened and I was instructed to come in and have a seat by the defense table.
As I looked around I saw the “prosecutor.” He was a villainous looking gent who snarled as he stared at me. He definitely was themost evil person I have ever seen.I sat down and looked to my left and there sat My Attorney, a kind and gentle looking man whose appearance seemed so familiar to me, I felt I knew Him.
I don’t know about you guys, but this story touches me… Try spending some time to read on…
I WAS born in a secluded mountain village. Day-by-day my parents ploughed the dry, yellow soil with their backs to the sky. I have one younger brother.
Once, to buy a handkerchief which all the girls around me seemed to have, I stole 50 cents from my father’s drawer. He found out right away and made my brother and me kneel against the wall as he held a bamboo stick in his hand.
“Who stole the money?” I was too stunned to speak up. Father said: “Fine, if nobody wants to admit to the theft, both of you will be beaten!”
He lifted the bamboo stick … Suddenly, my brother gripped his hand and said, “I did it!” The long stick hit my brother’s back with a thud. Father was so angry he kept hitting brother until he lost his breath. After that, he sat down on the stone bed and shouted: “You have learn to steal from your own house now. What other shameless things will you do in future? You should be beaten to death!”
That night, mother and I hugged my brother. His back was red and swollen, but he didn’t shed a single tear. In the middle of the night, all of sudden, I cried out. My brother covered my mouth with his little hand and said, “Sis, don’t cry. It’s over.” Read the rest of this entry »
ON my wedding day, the bridal car stopped in front of a one-room flat and I carried my wife into our new home. She was plump and shy; I was strong and happy.
In the decade that followed, we had a kid, I went into business and she remained a civil servant. Our marriage looked happy, but as our assets steadily increased, the affection between us ebbed. Then Dew came into my life.
As I stood on the balcony of the apartment I’d bought for her, Dew hugged me and said: “You’re the kind of man who draws a girl’s eyes.” Her words brought to mind what my wife had said when we were newly-weds: “Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls.”
I knew I had betrayed her, but I couldn’t help myself. I left after telling Dew I had something to attend to. Suddenly, divorce, which had seemed impossible before, became a clear option.
The problem was telling my wife about it. I knew she would be deeply hurt because she had been a good spouse and mother.
Once, I had raised the subject in a joking manner: “Suppose we were to divorce … What would you do?” Read the rest of this entry »