It’s amazing how many possibilities open up for me when I run. Here is an excerpt from my book that I wrote this morning. (You should understand what “HOTP” means now:D) Let me know if you require background; I always love talking about my story.
“The stairs came in flights of ten, each ending with a landing, and the flights climbed upward on the right. The blue glow seemed always to come from the next flight, yet when the stairs were climbed, its source wasn’t there. Lars and Jhadiz ascended the flights in benign silence. They didn’t want to waste energy talking when all their strength was required to reach the Great Hall.
They knew not how many flights of stairs they trudged up. Jhadiz lost count at twelve. It didn’t really matter because they weren’t going to need to retrace their steps and they were coming from the very bottom of the stairs. With each step, Lars sensed the presence in his mind grow stronger. Twice, he’d halted at a landing to quiet his mind and catch their breath.
After about two hours, Lars and Jhadiz came to a landing that ended the stairs altogether. A door across from the stairs opened into a wide room with a tall ceiling. Lamps burned in each corner like torches mounted onto the wall with iron brackets. The stone room was completely empty, but loud footsteps could be heard through the opening in the far wall.
Lars closed his eyes and bowed his head. The sense in his mind was drawing closer and the presence was almost audible. He tried to fight back with everything within him, but it began to speak. The shade was very close.
In the opening of the far wall, a figure appeared.”
This figure was a part of his father’s past and, by extension, his past. It had haunted Ashur all his life and been the only person to defeat him save the nineteen arrows that killed him. This figure’s voice was inside Lars’ head, limiting his effectiveness and draining his strength. It was unfinished business that needed to be addressed before it stifled Lars and made him useless. Naturally, a confrontation like this merits a back and forth battle to the death that Dez can’t help him with, but the figure summons a beast the likes of which Lars had never seen. His past became a beast he couldn’t ignore.
Guess what, I’m not sharing this just to show off my writing or even to shine some light of the less-mentioned members of my circle. I’m shifting into the kapu like I have a tendency of enjoying, which brings me to this set of questions.
Do you have a past that’s haunting you? A past that reminds you of when you failed. Has it become a dominant voice that shapes your decisions and leads you astray? Has it become a monster you want to hide from but can’t? I must admit, I oftentimes have to answer ‘yes’ to all those questions. Do you?
The good news is that the story doesn’t end there, and it shouldn’t in your case or mine. You see, Lars has met Nehru (Jesus) and believes in Him. With God’s help, he slays the beast and lays to rest his father’s past. The past that haunted him, hunted him, and laid down the burden of a reputation Lars couldn’t live up to. Jhadiz has a different past, one of being healed by Jesus, and is constantly reminded of it by a muscle spasming where the miracle took place.
We have been healed of our disease, our sin nature. Are we always reminded of that miracle? We can be rid of that beast of a past that haunts us. Are we willing to let Christ fight for us and put it to death also? Or am I going to continue to be haunted by the beast, my strength waning, so that it might limit how effective I can be in God’s kingdom? Are you?
“I am only April’s fool.”