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I Suffered
(Version 2.1)
I am minding my own business, and I even take the time to kneel down and pray.
All of a sudden someone who I thought was a friend and a whole bunch of government
people with all the letters of the alphabet written on their jackets rush in
and grab me, put me in handcuffs, and carries me off to jail. I was not even
told the charges against me. People from all these agencies seem to have it
out for me, and some of them even punch me or get a jab in somehow. For some
reason, they just do not like me. Others just insult me to make me feel real
bad. I think I am being brought before a judge, but find out he is the judge's
nephew. He asks me a lot of questions and takes my answers and puts a spin on
them to make them say something I really did not mean. Still, no charges are
stated that I am told about. They put me back in the cell, and a few of the
guards hit me and spit on me, and I really do not know why. Seeing that I have
done nothing wrong, I ask for my rights and a lawyer, but they tell me that
my crime does not merit any rights. I am puzzled.
Somehow the officials know that I really did nothing to merit the harsh treatment,
and now they are worried about a lawsuit. So a deputy calls his cousin to come
and tell some things about me that are not true. I know those comments are not
true; the cousin knows they are not true; and the officials know they are not
true. But since a terrible accusation has been made they feel they must have
to follow through with the proceedings.
Now they bring me before a real judge. But this judge does not care what I have
to say in my defense. He hears the charges against me and decides I need to
be punished. Since the judge does not actually punish any offenders, he turns
my case over to another department where the enforcers continue to beat me to
a pulp. Knowing that any person should not be killed without a proper trial,
they send me to one official after another, and all these officials just wash
their hands of the matter and tell my original accusers to do with me what they
want.
The officials ask anyone who would be willing to come and be a character reference
for me to do so. You would think that many people who I thought were my friends
would come forward, but every one of them ignored me. Some of them even treat
me like the others are doing. Most of them have run off, and the few who hung
around were quick to deny they knew me. The one I thought was my best friend
began to curse and swear that he did not even know me. My, how this hurt. But
I had a feeling that this might happen, and I had told him so, but he swore
that he would fight for me to the death. Yeah, right!
The officials know they are guilty of wrongdoing, but they would rather make
the loud mouths happy and give in to their requests. So the officials get permission
to charge me with a capital offence. Maybe now a trial is coming up, but I learn
that I have already been tried and convicted. Now the beatings get worse. It
is so bad that blood is just pouring from my body. I hurt real badly and I just
know that I am to die real soon. At this point, I'm thinking the quicker the
better.
Now, down deep, I consider that there is something good to come from this event.
Perhaps, my death could help others avoid death. So I become resolved to see
it through, and ask God to be with me and help me through this ordeal.
Everybody mocks me and spits on me and calls me names that I care not to repeat.
I am beaten so badly that my instrument of execution is too heavy for me to
bear, so they get someone else to carry it for me. Once there, with everyone
watching what is going on, and everyone aware of what is going on, they tie
me down to this wooden cross, and then to make it worse, drive nails through
my hands and feet.
They offer me some sedative, but I consider not doing so. Some of my family
is here watching me. Even though I do not deserve to die, I decide to forgive
those who had a part in my execution. I have always considered making my heavenly
Father happy, so I have willingly suffered and died for YOU. Please, do not
put me through this again. Your Friend, JESUS !
By Carey Scott
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