by Carolyn Hope
Where am I? How did I end up here? You think to yourself as you wake up. The ground beneath you is dry and dusty; the sun beats down hotly on your skin. You look at your hands, and you find they’re tied together. But your feet are free. You stand up and gaze around. You’re in a circle of bodies, surrounded by glaring faces. They sneer at you and shout offenses. The pressure is building, and it won’t be long before something breaks.
Someone from behind kicks you forward. “Where’s your God now?” He demands. “Did you lose him? Did he forget about you?” The antagonists laugh and mock you, “He’ll never come!”
You feel weak and dazed. Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes, and the noise around you goes silent as you remember:
In the city of Jerusalem, you make your way to the temple. Relatives, friends, fellow citizens and chosen ones go behind you as you lead the way. There’s singing, dancing, praising, shouting. Joy permeates the air as you head to the house of the Lord.
A rough shove stirs you from your memory. Here you are surrounded, but it is by enemies and foes. Here, there is shouting, but it is the noise of mockery, not worship. Your eyes flash open, and in audacity you stare at those who encircle you. Your blazing bravery is met with laughter and ridicule. “You don’t stand a chance! Where’s your God when you need him? He’ll never come!”
Your emotions rage, but your feet stand still. What am I doing? You wonder. Why shouldn’t I give in? How could I possibly get out of this? You shake your head and take hold of your thoughts. “No,” you say aloud. “I dare to hope in my God!” In your heart, you know: He will fight for you, He will defend you, and He will lead you home.Like what you've read? Receive free email updates from The Voice Online: Subscribe