In the earth i drew three crosses. 'I know this sounds silly, but I want you to imagine that you could actually see all the wrong things that a man has done. We'll use this lap-sap (rubbish) to represent them,' I continued as I collected up some bottle tops, dirty and waste paper lyring around. 'Now when Jesus was crucified two men were nailed on either side of Him; they were thieves, probably murderers.' I placed a heap of litter o nthe outside crosses leaving Jesus' cross empty. 'Do you know why the middle one has no lap-sap?' I asked Ah Ming. He looked rather bored and replied, 'Yeah, Jesus never do no wrong so He got no sins on Him'.
I became a story-teller, pointing on the crosses. ' "So You're the Christ, eh?" mocked this man. "Prove it. Call on Your henchmen to save you now. Come on then. You save Yourself and save us too while You're at it." He was dying himself but he still had plenty of spit.
' "You shouldn't say that," objected that theif on the right cross; "We done wrong - we oughta die. This main ain't done nothing, " and he turned to Jesus saying. "Lord, remember me when You get to Your Kingdom."
' "Today you will be with Me together in paradise," answered Jesus.' While i said this I lifted the heap of dirty off the right cross and placed it all on Jesus. 'You feel like throwing up now?' I noticed Ah Ming looked grey and trembly. 'Well, Jesus felt like you do only even worse because as well as taking that man's sins He took all the sins and all the pains the whole world ever felt upon Himself, so that we could be free of our sin and pain.'
For some time we both stared at the ground and the message drawn there. Then i said , "The thief on that side is forgiven and now can live with God, bit why not the other one? Wern't they equally bad?' 'One believed and the other didn't,' replied Ah Ming. 'That's all you have to do. I know you don't understand, but if you are willing to give all of your pain to Him, Jesus can take it away right now. He's God's Son and that's why He died. Are you willing?'
Ah Ming was not very willing. His eyes were running and he kept sniffing as he clutched his stomach. It was still raining outsidel he was stuck in this tent in great distress. At last he could stand it any longer.
'Suppose,' he said resignedly, 'suppose I - er - well, suppose I try.' It was enough. He then prayed clearly asking Jesus to take away his pain if He were God. He asked for his wrong things to be taken away too so he could start his life again. It stopped raining...
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