I've never written any narrative style before, so bear with me. All I get are images and scenes and am told to put to words that which I see- so here goes!
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He stormed around the room in confidence and a sense of victory. He knew this one was his. He had an airtight case, completely waterproof- there was no escape for the vermin he’d take down today. This was his field, his game, his mantra- there was no one sneakier and more deceitful in getting the information he needed to put these foul creatures away and reveal how there was no one better than he.
“What are your charges?” asks the Judge, seated high as ever bearing the indestructible understanding of perfect justice and holding a wrath more dreadful than any could dare imagine. He could play with that justice bent this time- he knew it would be the downfall of these things the Judge Himself had confessed a love for. Why He loved them it the accuser did not know, what he knew was that the sense of perfect justice carried by the Judge would certainly be the end of that love- He could not go against His nature.
“I bring against this man the most heinous acts imaginable, sir,” he responded, “There is nothing this man is innocent of- as you will see from the record kept since his birth.”
Indeed it seemed true. Here was the evidence, the proof needed to seal the weak man’s doom. Adultery, slander, malice, rage, hatred, anger, pride, disobedience of every kind was strewn around the room with perfect recollection by this accuser as if he’d been there himself.
“There is nothing which he may claim innocence of,” he chimed with a smirk, “By your law he is unpardonable. There is no hope for him! He is putrid and filthy! The stench of evil is on his breath! I know you see the evidence is more than satisfactory for a verdict of ‘guilty.’”
As the Judge looks on at the accuser, knowing full well all things were possible, a new question comes from his lips, “Where is the defendant now?”
“The defendant?” the accuser wonders aloud, “He is still down there now pretending to be something new and something different! I’ve seen him with my own eyes. He wants to change his identity, but we know the truth- you have the evidence before your very eyes! That man is guilty and you know it!”
The Judge stands with a smile, “Call the defendant in.”
Silence.
All is still once again.
Silence still.
Why?
What has happened.
No one enters.
There is nothing spoken in lieu of such an odd circumstance.
The accuser looks around with a look of wonder… the Judge looks to the door with a look of understanding; He’s seen this before.
The silence breaks- a messenger arrives.
He carries an envelope and delivers it to the defense gathered on behalf of an absent man.
“What nonsense is this!” cries the accuser, “There is no man alive allowed to dismiss himself from his own trial! It is time to face justice!”
The judge calmly accepts the envelope from the defense and opens it.
He reads to Himself.
The accuser awaits the fruit of his labor, how long had he been snaring and trapping this man? Too long it seemed, now it was time to claim his prize and send another of these ignorant and weak fools to their true death by his hand. He would claim his glory yet…
The Judge stands abruptly and declares, “What I hold in my hand is a Death Certificate in the name of the accused. There is no doubt that there indeed once lived a man by the name accused. His life and deeds are most well known among his own family and indeed there he claimed no identity of innocence. However, the truth of the matter is that the accused has been dead for a number of years and no longer bears judgment under his own name. The proof of justice lies in this document, signed by his own hand with the truest knowledge that he would live a new life, a life neither of his own making nor standard. He has traded his very life for the life of righteousness and faith. His life is hidden in Jesus, whom you well know as too already died. There is therefore no condemnation or accusation for the dead and redeemed! Their life is of no concern to you, oh accuser, at this time, the man you bring these charges against is already dead. All charges are hereby dismissed- to be destroyed for all time, for justice declares that there can be no accusation brought against a dead man!”
He addresses the accuser finally, “It would do you well to bring charges against one legally chargeable, Lucifer, these things are foolish and laughable at best- who ever heard of accusing or even condemning a dead man?”
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Romans 6-9
Colossians
Galatians 2
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