I place my hand firmly on the Bible, hoping no one notices my trembling fingers. Yes, I promise to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
I take the stand. My palms sweat. My tie is strangling me and my breathing is shallow. My tongue feels like a dead lizard in my mouth. The prosecutor glides toward me, smiling like a cobra.
“Mr. Altrogge, last night, while talking with your sons you became quite angry, didn’t you?”
“Well, you have to understand…”
“Just answer ‘yes’ or ‘no’ Mr. Altrogge. You became quite angry, am I correct?”
“And following that event you continued to be angry, and in fact spent at least 2 hours smoldering in unbelief, self-pity and depression.”
“You know I did. You were there.”
“Yes or no, Mr. Altrogge.”
“Your honor, I rest my case. The defendant has yet again committed crimes against both you and his family, and has even freely admitted his guilt. And these crimes are but the tip of the iceberg. For example, just this morning he…”
“Objection, Your Honor!”
The prosecutor’s scaley head whips around and his eyes narrow to burning slits that glare at my attorney as he rises to speak.
“Your honor, it is true that my client has committed these crimes. But I would like to present my own record of flawless obedience on my client’s behalf. I also call as my witness my blood. Hear it speaking: all his crimes have been paid for – forever – in full.”
The prosecutor cringes, snarling, hissing.
“Your honor, he…is…SO…guilty…”
The Judge’s gavel rings out like a crack of thunder. “Objection sustained! I hereby declare the accused to be innocent of all charges. In fact, as I examine him, I find his righteousness to be impeccable. Mr. Altrogge, you are free to go. Sleep well tonight.”
Then the Judge leans over to the Defense Attorney. “Well done, Son.”
My little children, I am writing these things to you so that you may not sin. But if anyone does sin, we have an advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous (1 JN 2.1).
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