'Help'
Wild
briars whipped at his legs, but Dimitri didn't notice. Eyes fixed on
the road he scrambled into his hidden look-out point. He'd heard the
news. His cousin had rushed up to tell his father. There'd been a riot.
That would mean new prisoners.
Dimitri lived with his parents and his brothers and sisters in a little house next to the jail. Jailer was a poorly paid and little respected job. His father often spoke of getting another job. Well he talked about it. Dimitri didn't know what the jail looked like inside. He'd looked in once but ran away sick with the smell and the noise.
Dimitri lived with his parents and his brothers and sisters in a little house next to the jail. Jailer was a poorly paid and little respected job. His father often spoke of getting another job. Well he talked about it. Dimitri didn't know what the jail looked like inside. He'd looked in once but ran away sick with the smell and the noise.
They
were coming up the hillside out of town. The Guard, only two prisoners,
and the usual curious crowd. Dimitri ducked as he saw his father
anxiously came out to meet them. He was always living on his nerves,
terrified in-case a prisoner escaped, then he would be executed. Dimitri
had learned to duck quickly if his father lashed out when he was like
that. He'd have to keep the little ones quiet at supper.
That
night Dimitri was restless. He had slept but something had woken him.
It was the quiet. There was no shouting or moaning in the cells
next-door. Just the sound of singing. It sent shivers up his spine.
Dimitri
stood in the rubble that had been his house. The babies were crying.
Everyone was shouting. His mother was desperately counting children. His
father was oblivious of them all. He was shrieking and waving a knife.
Dimitri stared his eyes wide, less worried about the earth quake than by
the hysterical behaviour of his father. He'd never seen him this bad
before. His father was going to kill himself. Dimitri tried to make his
legs move but he was rooted to the spot.
Then a voice called out clearly amongst the debris that had been the jail.
"Don't harm your self, we're all here."
The
Jailer called for called for lights and rushed in and fell trembling
before Paul and Silas. The prisoners were walking around, their chains
had fallen off them.
"What must I do to be saved?"
They replied : "Believe in the Lord Jesus and you will be saved - you and your household."
We
don't know what became of Dimitri and his brothers and sisters. We don't even know his real name. The
last we hear is that the jailer at Philippi washed and fed his
prisoners, they were all baptised and "the whole family was filled with
joy, because they had come to believe in God."
Many
children have lived in de-humanising poverty, witnessed trauma, or their
parents in distress. The love of God is for whole families. If you identified with that child, but didn't have the help you
needed at the time, I believe it's never too late to experience the healing
hand of Jesus so that we can avoid passing on our chaos to
a further generation.