Executioner: Now behold the awful prize of treason. You will fall to your knees now. Declare yourself the king's loyal subject, and beg his mercy, and you shall have it. (no response)
Executioner: Rope. Stretch him. That's it, stretch him. Pleasant, yes? (Executioner signals and they drop him.) Rise to your knees, kiss the royal emblem on my cloak, and you will feel no more.
Executioner: Rack him.
(they put William on the cross, and begin disembowelment) (William in serious pain)
Executioner: It can all end, right now. Peace. Bliss. Just say it. Cry out mercy.
It is a frequent soundtrack in my mind: Just say the word and it can all end right now.
JUST GIVE UP
BACK IN LINE
SHUT THE $#&* UP!
Every movement toward the Father and away from the world is opposed.
Every attempt to move from the back of the line to the front is opposed.
Every reclamation project of my beloved's hearts or for other men is opposed.
Every demonstrative initiative toward organizational freedom, clarity, and purpose is opposed.
Every courageous step toward being a good king over the realm I have been entrusted is opposed.
Every terrifying reach across the cultural divide to rescue the hearts of my wife or daughters...opposed.
The attempts of our enemy to shut me down have never been more clear. He has overplayed his hand as he is wont to do. His ploys are not so secret and whispers not so faint. I feel a rising courage on clarity to recognize and thwart his devices. I make no agreements with him or Thoreau:
"The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation."
I will not lead a life of quiet desperation and am gaining strength as the remaining vials of resignation are drained from my veins. A new voice is rising and it is that of my counselor, my guide, my comforter...my own personal Bagger Vance. He is telling me to say the word and it will all stop.
Now, the Father is speaking and I know His voice. I am comfortable to leave the safety of the pen and He will guide me, make the path of life clear to me, and protect me from my natural enemy.
Executioner: It can all end, right now. Just say it. Cry out mercy.
Executioner: The prisoner wishes to say a word.
Just say the word and it will all stop.