Faith Fiction – Who are these Children?

His voice boomed across the courtroom, “Alfonso, do you have anything else to say on your behalf before you are sentenced?”

Alfonso looked around at all the children that surrounded him at the front of the courtroom. There were tens of thousands and more were coming.

“No, my Lord. I didn’t realize real people would be affected by my decision. But who are these children?”

The judge’s gavel pounded on the desk, “I will give you your sentence at the end of the day. You’re dismissed. Bring in the next defendant.”

Alfonso, one of the most powerful politicians in his country left followed by tens of thousands of children.

As the next defendant stood before the judge hundreds of children came in from the side door and stood with him.

“Andre, you stand accused. Do you have anything else to say on your behalf before you are sentenced?”

Andre said, “No, my Lord. If I could do it over I would change everything. I knew what I was doing involved real lives but I wouldn’t admit it. But who are these children?”

The judge’s gavel pounded on the desk, “I will give you your sentence at the end of the day. You’re dismissed. Bring in the next defendant.”

Andre, one of the wealthiest doctors in his country left the courtroom followed by hundreds of children.

Alexander entered the courtroom with his head hung low. As he did eight children came in from the side doors and stood around him.

“Alexander, you stand accused. Do you have anything else to say on your behalf before you are sentenced?”

Alexander with his head low said, “No, my Lord. I just wanted to have fun. I didn’t realize my actions affected other lives. But who are these children?”

The judge’s gavel pounded on the desk, “I will give you your sentence at the end of the day. You’re dismissed. Bring in the next defendant.”

Alexander, a young attractive middle class man left the courtroom followed by 8 children.

———–

As the day came to a close, the Judge said to the security officer, bring in the defendants.

Alfonso, Andre, and Alexander were brought in and stood before the Judge’s bench. Alfonso was surrounded by thousands of children, hundreds surrounded Andre, and eight surrounded Alexander. In fact, most of the children had to stand outside because the courtroom was too small.

The Judge looked at the three defendants. You are here because you have committed murder. You did not know until now the extent of your crimes.

“Alfonso, look around at all these children. They are the ones you murdered.”

Alfonso looked around in dismay. He knew he had committed crimes but not murder, and surely not these thousands of murders.

“He stammered, I know I was a corrupt politician but I never committed murder Judge.”

“Tell that to these children you killed,” the Judge said.

“But…”

“You were the originator of a law in your country that legalized abortion. These are the children that have been aborted since that law was passed last year in your country. You died unexpectedly this year. I knew you would never undo that law so I brought you here early. That was my grace so that more blood would not be on your hands.”

“But…but…”

The Judge turned his attention to Andre, “Andre, …”

Andre interrupted, “I know, I know, I know I overcharged my clients and it was wrong. Please have mercy on me.”

“Andre, you think you are here for your greed and you are right in a different way than you know. Your desire for money caused all these hundreds of children to be aborted in your clinic. It was easy money for you but it was hard on these children,” the Judge said.

The Judge looked around at all three defendants; “these children are all here to witness justice being done.”

Alexander starting sobbing loudly, he knew he was next and his emotions were quickly getting out of control. Tears ran down his cheeks so that he could hardly even see. He spoke before the Judge acknowledged him.

Alexander interrupted the courtroom proceedings, “I understand what happened now. I am so sorry. I am so sorry!”

Alexander turned towards the 8 children that were around him and said directly to them, “I was only wanting to have fun with my girl friend. I didn’t realize that her abortions because of me were killing my sons and daughters. I am so sorry.”

Alexander fell to the floor and wept uncontrollably. The Judge was never able to address Alexander directly again because of his crying.

The Judge stood up. None of the regulars in the courtroom had ever seen this before. As he stood up the defendant’s eyes were drawn to the nameplate on the judge’s bench. It said ‘Jesus – King of Kings and Lord of Lords’.

Jesus looked at each of the defendants. He was not mad or vengeful. Instead he was sad.

“Your ignorance is no excuse. You chose other things instead of the right things. There was a way around your crimes if you had taken it.”

At that moment, Jesus moved his hands that were in a clasp behind his back and spread them wide at his sides with his palms out. The nail scars in his hands were visible to everyone in the courtroom.

“Unfortunately, your concerns eclipsed what should have been your main concern,” Jesus said.

Jesus continued to look at the defendants with love, mercy, and compassion. Alfonso stood perplexed, Andre stood slightly defiant, and Alexander could not stand at all. None of them could look Jesus in the eyes.

“Today is the end time judgment and I sentence you as murderers. Since you are not covered by my salvation your punishment is spiritual death in the eternal lake of fire.”

There was a long pause, “I wanted to know you and now it will never happen. You are dismissed.”

2 thoughts on “Faith Fiction – Who are these Children?

  1. Serious stuff! So well and convictently put! gives us all a lot to think about when we make decisions! Darien

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