It’s 1864 and the stage coach has just rolled down the dusty street. The horses whinny as the driver on top pulls on the reins and yells “whoooo.”
The curtain covered door opens and a lady dressed in fine silk and a large hat with a peacock feather swishing in the wind, steps down onto the dusty street. Her bags are lowered from on top of the stage coach and she smiles and thanks the driver.
Stepping out from the saloon doors is a unsavory-looking dude. He smirks and saunders over to the lady, “Here, let me get your bags,” he offers.
Hours later, as raucous laughter fills the room, the lady is passed from hands to hands and laps to laps of the men. The lady has been their entertainment.
The unsavory-looking dude watches with glee for a while but then decides it’s time to claim his prize. He drags the lady out the saloon doors and has gripped her arm tightly. She’s struggling but cannot break his hold.
A door opens and a Man steps out. He stands watching for a moment as the unsavory dude pushes, yells, and finally slaps the lady. “You’re mine!” He states and starts to drag the lady down the dusty street toward the hotel.
The Man steps out into the street and faces the unsavory dude. “Let her go.” He states. The unsavory dude is shocked to see the Man but refuses to let her go.
There’s a stand-off in the street. The Man against the unsavory dude. The unsavory dude hisses, spits, and yells insanely. The Man stands, legs spread and His hand posed at His side.
The unsavory dude takes his stance and glares at the Man.
The sidewalk has filled with people lining the street. An ugly fight is expected. “Get him, dude” someone yells. Women stand behind the men peaking around them.
“Loose her!” The Man demands. His Authority fills the air.
The unsavory dude suddenly drops his hold on the lady and turns and runs down the street leaving the town behind him.
The lady runs to the Man and is thanking Him profusely.
The Man looks at her with love in His eyes and gently states, “Go and sin no more.”
The disappointed crowd disperses.
(Sue’s version) John 8:11
The woman bows before the rock and with a voice filled with pain she requests the gods to give her relief. There is no response. She moves to a nearby tree and bows before the tree. She requests that the gods give her relief. There is no reply.
Frustrated she moves to the flowing stream. She stands in the cold water. Her head is thrown back and her arms reach out as she pleads with the gods to give her relief. There is no relief.
Feeling dejected and confused she steps out of the water and sits on the grass crying. “Why, oh gods, are you not answering me? My pain is great but you are ignoring my plea.”
A Man steps from the river and asks if He may sit with her for a moment. She glances up at Him and agrees. He sits down and gazes out over the river and says nothing for a long moment.
“Why are you praying to a rock, a tree, a river?” He gently asks.
“They are the earth gods. I worship Mother earth.” she replies while drying her tears.
“But they have no power.” The Man states.
The woman looks at Him and then looks away.
“There is only one God and He is the One who has the power. He is the One who created the rock, the tree, the river. Do you not realize He is the One who can relieve your pain?”
“Who do you think you are to tell me my god has no power?!” The woman angrily shouts as she jumps up to leave.
The Man rises and standing before her He gently replies, “I am the I Am. I created all that you see. I am the Power you are looking for.” He reaches out His hand and touches her cheek gently and the woman suddenly drops like a brick dropped from a roof to the ground.
She lies there for a long moment and when she opens her eyes, the Man is gone and so is her pain.
(Sue’s version) Exodus 20:3
The day is sunny and bright. People are gathered in celebration of the holiday. Flags rustle in the wind and cheers fill the air as the speaker on the podium completes his speech.
The aroma of barbecue fills the air. Ice tea is served up by the gallons, potato salad is chilled on ice, and the baked beans are hot and savory. People are heard laughing, talking, and sharing stories of times past. Families sit at long wooden tables or gather on blankets on the grass enjoying the day and the celebrations.
As evening light begins to fade the crowd begins to disperse. The roar of a motorcycle’s engine deafens the person standing near by. Slamming his hands over his ears he yells at the rider, “You’ll be sorry for that, sucker!” The rider laughs and roars off down the street.
Night falls and the country road is dark. The beam from the single head light reaches out in front to guide the way. The rider is engrossed in thoughts about the day and doesn’t hear the engine of a pickup truck speeding up behind him.
The crash can be heard for miles as the motorcycle rider is thrown several feet in the air as his motorcycle slides haphazardly down the pavement. The pickup truck flips and rolls several times off the side of the road.
An ambulance arrives and a Man steps out and looks about. The smell of spilled gasoline fills the air. He sees the overturned truck and sees the driver lying sprawled beneath the carnage. Kneeling down He reaches under the metal to try to pull the driver to safety, but the driver is dead.
He sees the motorcycle and finds the rider sprawled several feet away in the grass. He approaches and kneels down. The man groans and is barely alive.
“I’m here to help you,” the Man states.
The rider groans and asks in barely a whisper, “Am I going to die?”
The Man leans close so the rider can hear Him. “Yes, but you can live forever.”
“How?” the rider asks weakly.
“Ask Me to forgive you and be your Lord and Savior.”
The Man leans far down with His ear close to the rider’s mouth. The rider whispers so softly that the Man can barely hear him.
“I give you my life. Forgive me, Jesus.” His eyes slowly close and with one last breath he enters the kingdom of God.
(Sue’s version) Romans 10:13 – Romans 6:23 – 2Peter 3:9
The leaves have turned to their golden hues, the oranges are bright, the browns deep, and the yellow sends a subdued brilliance across the land. The sidewalks are cleared and the homes luxurious. The Man stops in front of the large home and stares at it’s magnificence.
He enters the open gate and slowly walks the long tree lined brick lain driveway to the front door and reaches for the gold plated door bell. He waits. There is no sound of foot steps so He presses the button again.
The third time He presses the button He steps back and looks around. A large dog in the yard barrels around the corner barking furiously and bearing its large teeth. The Man smiles. There is no fear. The dog stops beside Him and wagging his tail licks the Man’s hand. No one comes to the door so the man pats the dog on the head and returns to the street.
As He walks slowly down the tree lined street He gazes at the beauty of the colorful trees and landscaping of the homes. He walks the long circular driveway of another home and steps up to the etched glass door and rings the doorbell.
He hears foot steps approaching and the door is cautiously opened slowly and a maid with her black uniform and white apron asks who He is and what He wants.
“I am the I Am.” the Man replies. “May I speak to the head of the household?”
The maid looks at Him curiously and replies, “Just a moment” and disappears behind the closed door.
The master of the house appears and with a smirk asks, “What can I do for you?”
The Man reaches His hand out to shake the owners hand but the owner just looks at the Man’s hand and doesn’t reciprocate. The Man nods and simply states, “I am the I Am. You need Me.”
Laughter fills the air as the owner stands with his hand on the door knob laughing as though he’s just been told a very funny joke.
The Man waits.
The laughter has turned to a snarl and the owner states emphatically, “Look around you! Look at this home! Do you see the Jaguar in the drive? Do you see all that I have accomplished; the big home, the beautiful car, the magnificent landscaping? You fool, I don’t need anything you are offering!” He steps back and slams the door in the Man’s face.
The Man moves on down the street and when receiving the same arrogant greeting at several of the homes He stops in front of a shack that the neighbors have tried to get condemned.
The grass is overgrown. Weeds line the partially collapsed fence. The shingles need repair, and one window is cracked and barely hanging onto the frame. He walks to the splintered, weather beaten wooden door being careful on the three broken steps and knocks loudly.
“Who is it?” is yelled from the other side.
“I am the I Am.” the Man states.
The door flings open on its rickety hinges. A woman rushes out to meet the Man. She’s dressed in a ragged dress, bare feet, and hair a mess. Her face is lined with life’s pressures and yet her eyes sparkle with tears of joy as she hugs the Man and states, “Come in, come in. I just made some soup.”
The Man steps inside.
(Sue’s version) Proverbs 11:4, 18:11 – Rev. 3:20 – Matt. 7:7-8 – Luke 11: 9-10
The Man stands gazing out across the barren, dry parched desert floor. A slight breeze kisses His sweaty neck and feels refreshing. He reaches back and lifts His hair up off His neck and gazes up at the sun.
He drops His hand and turns to gaze at the distant mountains. A vulture squawks as it circles above a short distance ahead. “Be gone!” the Man demands and the vulture flies off toward the mountains.
Walking in the direction where the vulture had hovered, He stops next to a desert shrub. The rattle of a rattle snake fills His ears and looking down he sees the snake coiled and ready to strike. He points His index finger purposely directly at the snake and says nothing. The snake suddenly uncoils and slithers off in the opposite direction.
Continuing ahead He sees what appears to be something lying on the desert floor. He can’t make out what it is at this distance but His Spirit tells Him that whatever it is needs help. He rushes across the hot cracked ground toward the object and upon arriving He sees it is a man lying face down.
Kneeling beside the man He places His hand on his neck and detects no pulse. The Man stands, looks toward heaven and prays. Sweat rolls down His back as He leans over the dead man and with all Authority given to Him by His Father He commands the man to rise.
The man lying on the ground takes a deep breath and rolls onto his back. His eyes slowly open and with blurred vision He sees the Man kneeling over him. He raises a hand above his eyes to block the suns glare.
The Man offers him a drink of water from His wine skin and the man greedily grabs it and begins to drink. “Go slow,” the Man tells the stranger. “What is your name?” He asks as the man takes another swallow of the water.
“Jethro.” The man answers. “Who are you?” He hands the wine skin back to the Man.
“I am the I Am.” The Man answers.
“Where am I am?” the man asks as he sits up straighter.” His hands are scorched, his face sunburned, and sweat has soaked his clothes.
“You are in the desert of your life. You were lost but now you are found.”
The man looks around at the vast desert that surrounds him and states, “You saved me. How can I repay you? How did you find me?”
The Man looks at him intently and states emphatically, “I want your life!”
“What?! But you just…”
“Believe in Me and you shall be saved.”
(Sue’s version) John 11:26, 12:44, 14:1, – Luke 15:4-7