A voice of a young man called out to me in the distance as I was walking in the botanical gardens. I love walking in the gardens because of the smell and the sights. The green grass and the new life blossoming on stately stems of green; painted against the baby blue horizon of a midday spring sky. How fresh it all makes me feel, but this voice kept calling out to me from the distance; breaking into this serenity that I had found. Turning in the direction of the voice the words were faint but the closer I came to the voice it became clearer. So clear that the words begin to manifest and the words were "Help Me"! It was as if he knew I was passing by or maybe not? Looking for the body to go with the voice and the cry for help frantically now, because the sounds of "Help Me" were getting louder! I felt compelled not to say a word to keep from drowning out his cries. Just as I came to where it seemed the voice was coming from, it stopped suddenly! Oh no I said inside of myself, don't stop now I am here; softly I asked him where he was! He said down here, and my eyes turned downward and yet saw nothing but the plush grass beneath my feet!
Quickly, where are you I asked? He responded - down here! By this time my patience was on the brink of collapse as I still saw no visible sign of anyone being beneath my feet. The ground I stood on was smooth and clean and undisturbed from all appearances. Again he began to say those words frantically "Help Me"!
I dropped to my knees and placed my ear against the ground and called back to him and listened for a response! The sound was echoing up from beneath the very ground I had knelt down on and it frightened me badly. Rising to my feet and jumping off the place where I had knelt to further examine the spot. He begin to say I can hear you and feel the pressure of you standing on the ground above and it is making it hard for me to breathe! Suddenly, it was clear to me that he had been beneath the ground for days and needed help! How could I help him, should I run for help; but first let me mark the spot were I thought he was buried!
He said don't leave me, and I told him that I would be back and he said that someone else told him the same thing two days ago and never came back. He said again "Help Me" "Help Me, Now"! I had no tools to dig with but my hands, kneeling again I began to dig with my hands and my nails hoping he would not give up hope. And hoping someone else would pass by to help me dig or go for help while I kept him assured he would be rescued!
Amazingly he was about 3 feet beneath the surface and as I scratched through the moist soil after breaking the surface of the grass, his right hand popped up and grabbed my hand! Oh my God, did that startle me! A hand reaching from beneath the moist earth clinging to mine for dear life. Thoughts ran through my head - what if he is dangerous or what if this is somebodys idea of a cruel hoax! Surely not, but how did he get there -- no time to ask those questions! We were almost to the point where he could begin helping me free him and then he sneezed as we moved the dirt from his face! He began to panic because he could not see, I told him to calm down because there was still dirt on his face and as soon as we remove the dirt he would be able to see! We moved the dirt from his face and his ears and his eyes and his mouth and he still could not see! He began to panic again and thought he had lost his sight from being beneath the earth and people walking on top of him must have placed pressure on his eyes!
No time I said to him to figure it out because we had to free the rest of him from this place he was buried. He dug with the strength he had and finally he could feel his legs move around. Reaching for his other hand to pull him up with we both struggled and finally he was freed from this place of darkness! He looked at me and I could scarcely make him out beneath the mud on his body. He looked at me and said thank you! As I tried to clean his face some more, this young male voice was an adolescent child peering out from behind that dirt! Before moving him anymore I asked where he was hurting and if he could walk. He said he was very much in pain from being in that space and that before that he had been beaten badly and believed to be dead! Those who had done this buried him thinking he was dead, because the last thing during the beating he remembered was losing consciousness. He had no idea of the time he had spent buried or the day it was, and wanted to be taken to safety! He told me that the people who had done this to him will not be happy to know he was not dead! How could I hide an adolescent boy without involving the authorities. Maybe he is injured internally, maybe he has irreparable harm psychologically and not to mention physical impairments that may arise! What am I suppose to do with this child that was believed dead and is now alive? This day that I walked into the Botanical Gardens to enjoy the beauty of the surroundings had turned into a day of redemption for a young child who thought no one would hear his cries for help! We turn the story to you and ask you today; is that young child you? Are you buried and crying for help and no one seems to hear your cries? Do you think that those who harmed you will stop at nothing to make sure you are dead? What if they find out that you were stronger than they expected and survived the beating and the burial? Could it be that today is the day you get up from the place where they buried you thinking that your story was over? How do you recover when you have been buried alive? My fellow grave partner, the answer is a relationship with Jesus Christ that goes beyond mere words of acceptiing salvation! This gift of salvation is freely yours, but it is the relationship that requires getting to know the one who has saved you and discovering that he has a plan for your lifes' story that exceeds your pain! I invite you to the world of one who was left for dead and buried alive! I am Patricia E Adams, Author of the One Heart Series an Inductive Study on Intimacy with God. This is how the lover of my soul taught me how to overcome the deadly blows that assaulted my body, my spirit, my mind, my soul, my will and my emotions so thoroughly that there should have only been ashes left! Let's take the Journey of Intimacy with God as you are moved from faith to faith and victory through victory in the five volume series entitled "One Heart".
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Sincerely One Who Was Dead
Patricia E Adams, Author of the One Heart Series