Saturday, April 4, 2015

A bit of history : OPEN WINDOW

Beatings were a normal part of the day with "R". I was barely 14  and he was very much in his 30s. 

Getting home from work (yes, I lied about my age) I'd often find him in some sort of trance-like state. He'd sit in the dark while playing a particular popular album of that year over and over and over again. 

To this day I cringe if I should happen to hear it, for it was the sign I really had it coming. 

Once in awhile, after working me over and leaving, he'd return home from his favorite neighborhood bar with a cheap bottle of wine and a trashy women's magazine found at a local grocery store. 

He'd sling 'em toward me and then promptly leave again. I suppose he figured one or the other would help me lick my wounds. 

God truly made himself real on one occasion... "R" had left me limp on the floor of a second story house (aka "Animal house") ...

Battered, bruised and shaken, I pulled myself up off the floor, grabbing hold of the open window's sill.

Wincing and weeping, I cried out to God... and there... across the dark night horizon...

I saw, through my blood-soaked tears, the
biggest,
brightest 
and most
beautiful 
blue neon
cross I had 
ever seen!

It filled the entire scope
of the window, 
though merely atop a church a half a mile away.


With an arm propped on the sill and a hand upon the sash, all I could do was gaze.

As I stared into the light I felt, in that fleeting moment of time, an intimate peaceful presence like no other.


He was there and I was aware that He was with me through it all.





testimony by: Hallie Agar

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