The Prison: First Day

Me and my friend found ourselves thrown into a prison cell. We were courageous and knew that we could handle the situation we were in, but it was still our first day. We were prisoners of war, we knew that we were called to endure things that other men could not endure. This helped us deal with what we faced our first day.
The cell was dark and musky, dirt floors and dirt walls. It seems to almost have been a cellar. There was some light from the entrance to see a shirtless prisoner, whose frame seemed a bit skinny. Immediately we knew that this man had been here awhile and anything he told us we were going to glean from what he shared.
I quickly looked down at my leg and saw what I had written on it. It was a map of the world that discussed my plans. I knew that if the guards saw this, being my enemies, they would use this as one more excuse to treat me even more harshly then they already had. I immediately started looking at the ground for a rock to scrape my leg with. I found a nice flat one that could do the job. I began to scrape, and it was working. I scraped until my whole identity and purpose that I knew about myself was wiped away so that the enemy would not taunt me even more.
As I was doing this in the corner of my eye I saw a mouse that landed opposite of where I was sitting. Looking up to my friend and the experienced prisoner of war, he signaled that this was food for the day. He courageously grabbed it. I knew that although I feared mouse and hated them, I had to do things I thought I never would to survive. He grabbed the mouse and began to prepare it to eat. I can’t begin to tell you how nasty it was. There was no place to cook it, we were all dirty. We were all no different than that nasty mouse. It was not only dirty physically, but it reminded us of the sort of situation that we were in. Yet, we had resolve, so we partook.
Then the pressure really began to build as our cell door was opened and we were rushed out. Me and my friend knew what was coming, we would be tortured. We soon found out that torture was a regular part of every prisoner of wars day. I had a moment to whisper, ‘Let’s just take it like men.’ After all we were soldiers with a resolve too survive and fight for our lives. We were marched into a room in the middle of the compound. It was once again nasty and dark. Two figures met us inside the room. One was a heavier set guy who didn’t seem to be interested in the fact that we were there, yet we knew he was part of the team that tortured men. The other man snickered when he saw us, happy to know that we would be hurting that day. The room was also riddled with torture machines. I hoped that we wouldn’t have to go through any of those yet was ready if that was on the menu for the day. I looked at the man who had snickered with resolve, just to let him know that he could hurt me physically, but I still had life in me that he could not take away. To my relief none of the torturing implements were on the menu.
What happened next is not my fondest memory. As part of a psychological technique I was basically forced to beat my friend with a stick. I knew by the eye contact that we had made that he understood, we were going to be ok. I beat him till he was bloodied and then I was beaten just as bad. We thought that was it, and the guards could see the relief in us that it was over. But then they sat us down and splashed boiling water over us as they laughed. We screamed because our open wounds were being met with boiling water.
Isaiah 61:1 The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me, because the LORD has anointed me to bring good news to the poor;1 he has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to those who are bound;2
2 to proclaim the year of the LORD’s favor, band the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all who mourn;
3 to grant to those who mourn in Zion– to give them a beautiful headdress instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, the garment of praise instead of a faint spirit; that they may be called oaks of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he may be glorified.1
4 They shall build up the ancient ruins; they shall raise up the former devastations; they shall repair the ruined cities, the devastations of many generations.
5 Strangers shall stand and tend your flocks; foreigners shall be your plowmen and vinedressers;
6 but you shall be called the priests of the LORD; they shall speak of you as the ministers of our God; you shall eat the wealth of the nations, and in their glory you shall boast.
7 Instead of your shame there shall be a double portion; instead of dishonor they shall rejoice in their lot; therefore in their land they shall possess a double portion; they shall have everlasting joy.
8 For I the LORD love justice; I hate robbery and wrong;1 I will faithfully give them their recompense, and I will make an everlasting covenant with them.
9 Their offspring shall be known among the nations, and their descendants in the midst of the peoples; all who see them shall acknowledge them, that they are an offspring the LORD has blessed.
10 I will greatly rejoice in the LORD; my soul shall exult in my God, for he has clothed me with the garments of salvation; he has covered me with the robe of righteousness, as a bridegroom decks himself like a priest with a beautiful headdress, and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels.
11 For as the earth brings forth its sprouts, and as a garden causes what is sown in it to sprout up, so the Lord GOD will cause righteousness and praise to sprout up before all the nations. (Isa. 61:1-11 ESV)

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