Sloppy Joe finally awoke. He saw that he was bleeding and was surprised that he was still alive after what just happened to him. He then turned to look at his comrades. They were still alive too.
“Praise His Majesty!” Sloppy Joe whispered.
Concord turned to him and smiled. “Sloppy! It’s good to see that you are still alive!” he exclaimed in joy.
“How are you feeling?” Honest asked.
“I’m feeling fine,” Sloppy Joe answered. Then he noticed the dimness in his eyes. “Honest, what happened to your eyes?”
Honest tried to keep his voice steady so he wouldn’t cry again. “I lost my sight from the beating the people gave me. I’m now blind.” he said sadly.
“Oh, no!” Sloppy Joe whispered.
Honest heard him and said, “Don’t worry, Sloppy. Things will work out. When we are rescued I will receive help for my condition.”
Sloppy Joe wondered if they would really be rescued. How many more times can they endure the beatings? He felt so weak that he wondered if the next beating would kill him. His body couldn’t take anymore.
Death is no big deal. If I die I will wake up and see the King in His glory in the clouds. He was greatly encouraged by this hope and he knew that he would have fought a good fight if his life should end. Then he thought of Concord and Honest. Would they die too or would they somehow get out of this trial with their lives? Only the Good King knew what the outcome would be for them. And He would work out what was best.
The door began to open and Sloppy Joe braced himself for the worst.
Concord turned to Honest and said, “They’re coming for us again, dear brother. Be brave.”
Honest trembled and nodded. As the footsteps of the crowd got closer to them he called out the Name of the Good King, “Help us, Lord Jesus!” he cried.
A hand touched the blind man’s face. Fearing that he was going to get beaten again he whimpered, “Please no!”
The hand gently stroked his face. “Don’t be afraid. You won’t be harmed anymore.”
Honest recognized the voice as the leader of the crowd. Was he really not going to hurt them anymore or was he tricking them? “Y-You won’t?” he asked.
The leader answered him by wiping his bruised and bloodied face with a damp cloth. As he tended to Honest’s wounds he commanded the two tough looking men to release Sloppy Joe and Concord from their bonds. They gladly obeyed him. When he was done cleaning Honest’s face he untied him himself from his chair.
“Quick! Let’s get them to the nearest hospital!” said the leader to the crowd.
Sloppy Joe looked at the crowd. It was a lot smaller now and the people now had love and concern on their expressions instead of hatred. He then looked at the leader. He was no longer wearing his black bandanna and his face showed deep compassion. Though his face was swollen, Sloppy Joe tried to smile at this change he was witnessing. The Good King had reached out to these folks and it was wonderful that they had opened themselves to Him.
The crowd helped Sloppy Joe, Concord, and Honest to their feet and slowly walked them out of the room. Trust stayed close to his brothers and the two Lightbearers stayed close to their dear friend. The brothers were happy to be reunited with their younger brother again. They loved each other so much that it was hard for them to be separated.
When they were out of the building the leader helped the three injured Believers in his car. When they were inside and buckled up he then drove them quickly to a hospital. Karen, Eddy, and Trust followed the car by foot since they knew where the hospital was on their way to the TV station.
In the hospital the doctors and nurses took care of Sloppy Joe, Concord, and Honest’s wounds. They also gave them water to drink because they were dehydrated during their captivity.
The reformed crowd visited them and asked for their forgiveness for the ways that they had treated them. The Believers willingly forgave them.
“We’re just happy that you have accepted the Good King and now have eternal life in His Name.” Sloppy Joe said to them. “What brought such a miracle to take place?”
“Please tell us,” said Honest.
The leader spoke up. “We would still be what we were if it weren’t for the two Lightbearers who came to us. Their prayers had freed me from my bondage to a demon that had control over me. The Good King’s power is more than the power of darkness.”
Karen and Eddy then stepped forward.
Sloppy Joe and Concord looked at them in amazement. They saw the likeness of the Good King shining through them. Poor Honest couldn’t see but he felt the presence of his King. The motel owner remembered the first time he saw the young Believers glowing like this. The brightness was so powerful that it chased the Forces Of Evil away, protecting him and his friends in the basement of his motel.*
“The Light of the Good King’s Truth has saved me once again,” he said to Karen and Eddy. “I’m so glad to have Lightbearers as my friends.”
The teenage girl and little man smiled.
Sloppy Joe then looked up at the ceiling and said, “Thank you, Your Majesty for saving each one of us.”
Trust then entered the hospital. After saying hi to Sloppy Joe and Concord he went over to Honest and gently held his hand. “Brother?” he said.
Honest recognized his voice. “Hello, Trust. How are you doing?”
“Fine,” he answered. “I have wonderful news dear brother.”
“What is it?” Honest asked him.
“The crowd who have captured you but are now Believers are going to pitch in and help you get your eyes fixed so you can see again.”
Honest felt doubtful. “Is it possible for a blind man to regain his sight?”
“I and my friends have spoken to one of the doctors and he said that they have surgery that can cure blindness. I think you should do it. It’s worth a try.”
Honest was uncomfortable with the idea of having surgery. Maybe being unable to see wasn’t so bad after all. He could get used to it, though he would miss seeing the faces of his brothers. How great it would be to be able to see again! If only it could be done without surgery. However, if this was something that the Good King had set up for him he wanted to take advantage of it.
“Okay, I’ll give it a try.” he said.
“Would you like me to tell the doctor?” Trust asked.
“Yes, and tell him that I’m ready for it anytime.”
To Be Continued.
* See “Karen The Lightbearer: The Game”