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The Opposite Is True

By Brant W. Fowler

 

The room grows still.

Quiet sounds echo from wall to wall.

Voices ring in your ears.

Puffs of warm breath move across your neck.

Darkness overshadows what little light remains.

Fear grips your heart as doubts cascade through your mind.

Images fade in and out of sight.

Your eyes adjust to the darkness, but can not comprehend the visions of the night.

 

Arms and legs are restrained as an unseen mass envelopes your entire body.

Your mouth is seemingly glued shut.

Your mind can not function.

The breaths are now audible and flow over your ear.

A deep, raspy voice begins to speak.

Intimidating words of doubt and fear spew into your hearing.

Your lips struggle to form one single, solitary word.

The word escapes your speech.

 

Your mind is shut to any impression save that of the voice.

You fight and wrestle from deep down within.

It is not by your strength or doing, but finally your mind is free.

One thought, one word battles its way to the forefront of your mind.

Jesus.

 

Suddenly, without hesitation the presence lifts.

Your arms and legs once again move freely.

Your lips part and are able to speak

They speak repeatedly the name of Jesus.

The darkness begins to fade and the images disappear.

 

A light fills the room and another presence is felt.

With one word you are free from imprisonment.

With one name your invisible, yet tangible enemy has vanished.

But the words it spoke are still present…

 

But then another thought enters your mind.

The opposite is true.

Thank you, Jesus.

 

© 2002 Brant W. Fowler