{"id":63,"date":"2012-12-08T21:11:42","date_gmt":"2012-12-08T20:11:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/boluak.com\/blog\/?p=63"},"modified":"2012-12-08T21:11:42","modified_gmt":"2012-12-08T20:11:42","slug":"my-arrest-and-rescue","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/boluak.com\/blog\/2012\/12\/08\/my-arrest-and-rescue\/","title":{"rendered":"My Arrest And Rescue"},"content":{"rendered":"

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It was during Christmas week that I was placed under arrest and dragged into court.\u00a0I was a very small boy, in my fourteenth yea.\u00a0I was caught in the act; there was no excuse; there seemed to be no help or hope.\u00a0I was guilty.\u00a0I was thrust into the prisoner\u2019s dock. The gate was slammed and a big policeman leaned on the gate, and seemed to look at me with a degree of satisfaction at the thought that he had me. And that I was sure of punishment.<\/p>\n

I felt utterly helpless. I could not even weep.\u00a0I had wept all the tear out of my system.\u00a0I was dry and emotionless, except I was crushed to the very earth with a sense of my guilt and lostness.\u00a0The judge sat in his big chair but I did not dare look at him.\u00a0I had no hope for mercy and I knew that justice would be my ruin.<\/p>\n

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The courtroom was packed with people.\u00a0As I crouched in the corner of the dock.,, they were gazing at me with looks of accusation which seemed to say, \u201cjudge, give him the full benefit of the law and save society from further trouble.\u201d\u00a0Finally the clerk announced the opening of the court and my case came first.\u00a0The judge asked the clerk if the boy had anyone to represent him.\u00a0\u201cRepresent\u201d was a new word to me.\u00a0I supposed my representative was to be my executioner.\u00a0The clerk answered that I had none.<\/p>\n

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The judge then said to a lawyer within the bar, \u201cI appoint you to represent this boy.\u201d\u00a0The lawyer rose up and walked slowly forward, picking his way among the chairs, approached the dock, pushed the policeman to one side, opened the gate and stepped inside the dock.<\/p>\n

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I, withered with fear, crouched closely in one corner, and with eyes wide open with horror, gazed up at my lawyer.\u00a0He had a wonderful face; it was strong and calm, full of kindness and marvellous beauty.\u00a0I noticed a tear handing on one eyelash.\u00a0That tear helped me wonderfully, he sat down and slipped his arm around me.\u00a0It seemed that my very bones had dropped out of their sockets and I was scarcely breathing below my collar button.<\/p>\n

 
\nMy attorney drew me up to him.\u00a0The pressure was so gentle, and yet so strong.\u00a0It seemed to restore and readjust my bones. Relax my nerves, and I commenced to breathe more deeply.\u00a0Stooping down, his silken beared brushed over my suntanned face, and placing his lips close to my ear, he said, \u201cMy little friend, are you guilty?\u201d\u00a0I could not have lied to him if it had been to save my life.\u00a0With trembling voice I answered, \u201cYes, sir, I am guilty of much, much more than you know about.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell,\u201d \u201c said he, \u201cdo you not think it will be best for us to confess judgement and throw you on the mercy of the court?\u201d<\/p>\n

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I did not know what it meant to be thrown on the mercy of the court but I felt sure that if he would throw me I would alight in the best place there was for me and I at once answered in the affirmative., my lawyer gave me a gentle pat on the head, and stood up facing the judge.<\/p>\n

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He said, \u201cPlease, your honour, it has been my privilege to practice tor many years in your honours court, and I have been glad to notice that wen the ends of justice can be secured and society can be protected, it has been your honour\u2019s prerogative to show mercy.\u00a0I thank the court for appointing me to plead in the interest of this little boy.\u00a0He confesses his guilt.\u00a0His heart is broken.\u00a0He is full of contrition.\u00a0He has been an orphan from his infancy and is dependent and moneyless and begs for compassion.\u201d<\/p>\n

I reached out my soiled, lean fingers and caught hold of the skirt of my attorney\u2019s coat.\u00a0I clung to him with the feeling that if I would hold on to him he would pull me out.\u00a0I thought his speech was finished but it was a mere introduction.\u00a0A deep stillness fell upon the great gathering and his mellow voice rose until it filled the room with a most marvellous appeal.\u00a0He spoke of orphan children, of their loneliness, of their unprotected condition, of the temptations to which they were subjected, of their desolation- like lambs without a shepherd, in a world full of hungry wolves seeking to destroy.<\/p>\n

 
\nHe spoke until the harsh people softened, old men groaned aloud.\u00a0He spoke until th3 tears trickled down the policeman\u2019s cheek, who, looking kindly at me, whispered to inquire if I did not want a drink of water.\u00a0I was too busy clinging to the coat tail of my attorney, gazing into his wonderful face, and listening to his marvelous words, to want anything else.\u00a0I was breathing deep.\u00a0New life and hope were creeping into me.\u00a0I was falling desperately in live with my lawyer.<\/p>\n

My attorney said, \u201cPlease, your honor, if you in the spirit of mercy, will dismiss the charge and set the lad free, I pledge myself to become his guardian, to see to it that he has a home and protection.\u00a0I will look after his education and I promise to give to society a good and useful citizen.\u201d<\/p>\n

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I could scarcely keep from crying out aloud for joy.\u00a0It seemed my heart would burst within me for gratitude. I felt that if they would let me place my ragged shoes on the bench upon which I sat, and throw my ragged coat sleeves around the neck of my attorney and kiss his cheek one time, they might take me out and hang me, and I would die shouting.<\/p>\n

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In the midst of his wonderful address, my attorney, instead of addressing the judge as \u201cYour Honor,\u201d said, \u201cMY Father.\u201d\u00a0This shot through me.\u00a0I saw that if the judge had appointed his own son to plead for me, it was more than likely that he would heed his pleading s and show me mercy.<\/p>\n

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Men were weeping all over the courtroom. I had both hands full of the skirts of the coat of my lawyer.\u00a0The policeman had laid aside his cap, had gotten out his handkerchief, and had buried his face if a flood of tears.\u00a0It was a powerful moment in my trial.\u00a0My attorney had reached his climax.<\/p>\n

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He exclaimed, \u201cMy Father, this child for whom I plead is none other than my brother.\u201d\u00a0I saw at once that if the judge was the father of my attorney, and the attorney was my brother, then the judge was my father also.<\/div>\n

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I could restrain myself no longer.\u00a0I gave a great cry of joy, leaped out of the dock, rushed up to the judge\u2019s stand and flung myself upon his bosom.\u00a0He embraced me with a long, tender pressure that seemed to make me through and through a new creature.<\/p>\n

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Folding me into his arms, he stood up and said, \u201cRejoice with me, for my son who was dead is alive, who was lost is found.\u201d<\/p>\n

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The entire crowd in the courtroom broke into tears and laugher.\u00a0The people embraced each other.\u00a0They all seemed to want to shake hands with me.\u00a0They congratulated my attorney, and we laughed, and wept, and shouted together.<\/p>\n

I hardly need to tell you that the courthouse was a Methodist Church, that the trial was and old-time revival, that the word of God arrested me and brought me, convicted and guilty, to the bar of justice; and the eternal Father was the judge upon the throne, and that the Lord Jesus Christ was the Attorney who pleaded my case, won my pardon, and secured my eternal salvation.<\/p>\n

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I look back with fondest memory to that great occasion when bowed and with guilt and bound with sin, Jesus Christ undertook for me, broke my chains, swept away my guilt, and at the throne of the universe, secured for me a full and free forgiveness, a blessed fact that the great God- the Judge of all the world- was, and is, my Father in Heaven.<\/p>\n

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H.C. Morrison<\/address>\n
From Right Choice<\/address>\n
A publication of Herald of his coming International<\/address>\n

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