No jury sits in this court room. No spectators fill the room. You won’t hear whispers echoing across the isle. The silence is almost deafening.
Only four people will be in this trial. At one table, facing the Judge is the Defense Attorney and the accused. To their left stands another table with the prosecutor facing the judge. He has a stack of papers lain neatly in front of him. The Defense attorney’s table is bare.
The Judge sits high above the rest of the room. His eyes focus on the defendant. My hands are locked together in front of me and my knees knock together slightly. My Attorney leans over and gently bumps my shoulder with His. He gives me a wink and then focuses back on the Judge.
The accuser stands straight, cocky like. His eyes are fire and his hand rests on the stack of papers. He glances over at me and shivers shoot up my spine. With an evil smirk he has an expression of confidence.
A voice booms across the room, coming from the Judges bench. “State your case Satan!” God’s voice is so powerful my knees almost give out from under me. Jesus gently takes me by the elbow to steady me.
Satan picks up the stack of papers and begins reading the accusations. “This is a contract her grandfather signed! Before she was born she was mine!” He slaps it on the table and raises another. “This is the promise her father made before she was even out of the womb!” He slams it down and rattles yet another. I nervously glance at my Attorney. Satan doesn’t stop. One paper after another he waves in the air and shouts what his claim to me is that’s stated on each of the contracts.
This is more than I can bear. I had no idea that people make contracts with the devil and literally give him and his demons legal rights to control that person. I need to sit down! My Attorney listens quietly, He’s as cool as a cucumber. He leans toward me and whispers, “Trust Me.” Trust Him? Oh I do, but I also want to climb right up under those long white robes and hide. Satan is screaming and demanding that I am his. “Here’s the contracts to prove it”, he hollers as drool and slobber splatter out of his mouth.
The Judge looks intensely at me. My mouth goes dry. Satan begins to yell, “She’s mine!” Jesus leans a bit in front of me and points his long index finger at Satan, “Enough!” I want to hug Him, I want to cheer. I want to dance over to Satan and slap him! The Judge, looks at me and compassionately says, “What do you have to say about all this My child?”
I must have swallowed 10 times in order to get the words to come up out of my throat. Finally a squeak comes out and I clear my throat and speak. “Father God, Your Majesty, on Oct. 3, 1993 I gave my life to Jesus. I believe He shed His blood for my sins, I believe He died and arose and is Your Son. I asked Him to be my Savior and to come into my heart and my life. I have tried to be as obedient as I can be. You said that if we confess our sins and believe in our heart that Jesus is Your Son then we are saved. I believe that Father, I mean God, I mean your Honor. I swallow hard and take a deep breath then continue. I didn’t just ask Him to be my Savior I gave Him my whole life to do with as He pleases. I gave Him me! I know I still sin and I’m sorry but I – I sense Jesus looking at me and when I look up His radiant smile and the compassion and love shining in His eyes leave the rest of my words stuck in my throat. I shut my mouth.
Looking at Jesus, hoping I haven’t screwed up my case by babbling, tears stream down my face. Jesus reaches over and with His thumb gently wipes the tears off my cheeks. Satan has started dancing from one foot then the other. Then he begins waving the stacks of papers and begins sputtering unintelligible words. He begins accusing Jesus. The Judge holds out His massive hand and says, “Give those papers to me!” He commands. Apparently Satan thinks he’s won. He fairly scoots across the floor happily to the Judges bench and hands them to Him. Father God holds the stack of contracts out in front of Him and without looking at them, begins ripping them in half then ripping them again and again. Satan is screaming. He’s going ballistic.
Father God commands him to back off and shut up. Satan does. The Almighty Judge looks at His Son, “My Son, do you have anything to say?” Jesus looks at me, smiles, places an arm around my shoulder, and replies, “My child is not guilty by reason of I love her more than she’ll ever know. My blood was poured out for her. My blood washed her sins away. She is in Me and I am in her. There is no question she has been redeemed.” Jesus gives my shoulder a soft squeeze.
God leans forward. His eyes are intense. He first looks at Jesus, then at Satan, and finally at me. He picks up the large gavel and suddenly slams it down. “Not Guilty!” booms across the room rattling the windows. Satan goes into a fit of rage but as soon as Jesus turns toward him and points that index finger at him Satan stops hollering and slinks out the door.
There really is a spiritual heavenly court. I have been in it three different times with Jesus defending me against the legal rights my grandfather gave to Satan before I was conceived. Almighty God is the Judge. Jesus Christ is my Defender and Satan is the accuser. If you have accepted Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior Father God will find you NOT GUILTY every time Satan accuses you.
“One day the members of the heavenly court came to present themselves before the Lord, and the Accuser, Satan, came with them.” Job 1:6
Sue is a Follower of Jesus Christ and the CEO of Elah Ministries, Inc. A 501c3 offering hope, healing, and deliverance through her ministering to hurting souls, her published books, short stories, blogs, Facebook, and website. She loves playing in the dirt and feeding seagulls on the beach along with a good book in hand is her favorite.
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Powerful and well said Sue, thank you for sharing. May I post this on http://theolivebranchreport.com/ ?
Yes, of course. You can post any of mine as long as I get a little credit.:-)
And so you shall, I never post anything without credit to who wrote it. 🙂 Thanks Sue
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Love the writing of this piece, I can imagine this happening as I read it. Great descriptions of character!
Thank you so much for stopping by. I appreciate your support and input and reblog.
Very well written.
Thank you and blessings to you.