theatrical_muse: What is the greatest sacrifice you've made for love?
I do not know if it can be called a sacrifice, because I did not know what was at stake when I did it…can a child *make* a true sacrifice? God hears even the prayers of the young, but can a boy make a man’s decision and call it a sacrifice? Or is it simply the actions of an animal trying to survive?
I can’t, however, call my actions that day by something as base as instinct. When the drug runners came to the church, we knew they meant to harm someone. It was never a good day when they showed their faces in our little village.
When they picked out my brother…little Yemi with his frightened eyes, and asked him to shoot that man, I remembered the bible story of Peter and his denial of Jesus. He did it to protect himself…to hide from those who would see any follower of the Savior dead.
Growing up, I was altogether different from the other boys and girls. I was bigger and stronger, and so the smaller children gravitated to me. I did not mind protecting them from bullies in school and the older children who were mean to them…especially since I could count Yemi among their ranks.
But while I was kind to others…patient with the little ones, a defender of the weak in the orphanage, I had a temper. I fought easily, and I was restless. Father Yosef said many times that I could grow one day to be a servant of God, but I must first learn patience and humility. He said that my pride, my willfulness, they were instruments of the Devil, and that he would get my soul if I were not careful.
I know now these were words meant to make me behave, an attempt to curb the impetuousness of youth.
Yet still…it was not simply love of my brother that moved me that fateful day. It was not my desire to defend a weak child. I was unwilling to leave Yemi’s fate in God’s hands. I believed I alone was powerful enough to save him.
And so I moved. I took the gun from my brother’s hands, the one the drug runners had put there, demanding he kill an old man. I took the gun and I fired without hesitating. I did not know what I was giving up in that single act…I did not know that I was opening my heart to Satan.
I only knew that I loved my brother…and I knew I could do anything I needed to if it meant protecting him.
Muse: Mr. Eko
Fandom: LOST
Words: 432
I can’t, however, call my actions that day by something as base as instinct. When the drug runners came to the church, we knew they meant to harm someone. It was never a good day when they showed their faces in our little village.
When they picked out my brother…little Yemi with his frightened eyes, and asked him to shoot that man, I remembered the bible story of Peter and his denial of Jesus. He did it to protect himself…to hide from those who would see any follower of the Savior dead.
Growing up, I was altogether different from the other boys and girls. I was bigger and stronger, and so the smaller children gravitated to me. I did not mind protecting them from bullies in school and the older children who were mean to them…especially since I could count Yemi among their ranks.
But while I was kind to others…patient with the little ones, a defender of the weak in the orphanage, I had a temper. I fought easily, and I was restless. Father Yosef said many times that I could grow one day to be a servant of God, but I must first learn patience and humility. He said that my pride, my willfulness, they were instruments of the Devil, and that he would get my soul if I were not careful.
I know now these were words meant to make me behave, an attempt to curb the impetuousness of youth.
Yet still…it was not simply love of my brother that moved me that fateful day. It was not my desire to defend a weak child. I was unwilling to leave Yemi’s fate in God’s hands. I believed I alone was powerful enough to save him.
And so I moved. I took the gun from my brother’s hands, the one the drug runners had put there, demanding he kill an old man. I took the gun and I fired without hesitating. I did not know what I was giving up in that single act…I did not know that I was opening my heart to Satan.
I only knew that I loved my brother…and I knew I could do anything I needed to if it meant protecting him.
Muse: Mr. Eko
Fandom: LOST
Words: 432