He shook his head again. ‘Wait, is it that this guy is dumb?’, I asked the guys.
The guy then nodded his head and pointed to his mouth and then shook his head left to right. It hit me then. The guy is dumb but not deaf. That was the first time I am seeing a case like that.
My anger changed to pity immediately. ‘Are you dumb?’, I ashamedly asked the guy to confirm. Again, he nodded his head.
‘Can you read and write?’ He nodded again. ‘Get me a pen and note!’ I said to my roommates over my shoulder. I collected the pen and wrote on the note, ‘Who are you? Explain yourself.’ I was almost in tears as I read his fine handwriting, ‘My name is James, I am John’s elder brother. I am a student of Delta State
University. I was traveling to Delta but our bus stopped for the
night at Benin. So I decided to sleep with my brother till tomorrow morning. He
brought me here around 12 am and went out to night class to read. He gave me the bag to keep for him. So I decided to use it as pillow so that it won’t be stolen’.
I held the note with the guys at my back as all of us read it. I became so weak I almost fell.� ‘The guy is innocent.’ I needlessly announced.
When we realized this, even I was ashamed of
myself.
Ben just stood there with the wood he almost used to hit him, looking as if he was the one who had been beaten. I am not sure, but I think I saw tears in his eyes as he realized he had just punished an innocent
man.
So we knelt down; Ben and I, we knelt down and clasped our hands so he will know we were really sorry. With tears in our eyes, we told him, ‘We are sorry. Sorry for accusing you wrongly and beating you for it’. The dumb guy just smiled with bleeding lips from the blow I gave him. He smiled and looked into
our eyes. And I could see pity in his eyes. He smiled and shook his head and then wrote in
the same paper. ‘It is Alright. I took the pain
willingly. Please don’t beat my brother anymore. I knew why you were beating me. John had always been a thief, right from home. But please don’t report or beat him again’.
Tears dropped from my eyes as I read his sacrifice. He deliberately allowed us
beat him just so that John will be free. I lend my hand and raised him up as I used my
cloth to wipe the tears from his face and blood
from his lips. It was then my own tears flowed from the corners of my eyes.
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Although this story is 100% fiction, this is what Jesus did for us on the cross of calvary. kept quiet and even died so that we can be saved. He never protested his innocence but bore it all for us. He gave his life for you. What have you given for him?
Return d life to Him, He’s in Love with u…..Send to others….its time we win more souls for Daddy..