Chapter 8: Yeshua saves

Kload looked out over the brightening desert. It was the day after they had left Sandgrass, though for Kload it wasn't far enough. She watched the sun for a few moments, as it peaked its hazy head above the sand dunes. Within two hours on the earlier day they had traveled from grassed waste borders to plantless, sandy desert. Peace was somewhat glad that a sandstorm had come while they were at the city. It meant that there wasn't likely to be another for at least two days. That was basically all she and Yevish needed to get across the desert. The outer desert, as it was called by the natives, was not as far across as the wastes.
Yevish walked up and sat beside Kload. He was ready for their morning reading. They would travel for a ways after that, then they would rest till the sun started to set. They had been traveling all the night before, after resting yesterday afternoon. They were stopping this morning only to do their reading and give Darkstar a rest. They had walked as much as possible, so Darkstar wouldn't tire out in the dry heat, but they also wanted to hurry across the desert, so they had ridden a fair amount. Darkstar was holding up well. He had been in deserts before, with their scorching heat in the day and their freezing chill in the night. Really, aside from being a bit thirsty, due to water conservation, and sandy all three were holding up well.
Kload turned to Yevish, smiled, and opened up God's book. She read to Yevish the story of Yeshua's death, and watched as tears rolled down his cheeks. Then she read of Yeshua's resurrection, of how God had brought him back to life, and how in this act both God and Yeshua were glorified. She told Yevish that this act meant that the sin which had held such a strong grasp on men's lives, had lost its grasp. She explained how this death and resurrection had paved a way for men to be saved, and to spend eternity with God. Kload had read this particular story to Yevish several times, hoping that he would want to know Yeshua as his savior, but Yevish had not yet been ready.
Yevish listened to the story with tears in his eyes. He didn't like to cry, but he had learned from Kload that every now and then it was good for the eyes. He also noted the small tears in her own eyes when she read this story. It was heartbreaking. How God could watch His creation, men, take His son, beat him and then kill him. Yevish couldn't imagine bearing that pain, yet he understood why God had had to. Kload had helped him understand that. God had had to watch His son die, so that man could once again have a way to God. So that man could be saved from his sin, and could join God in heaven one day. Yevish understood sin very well, he had seen it most of his life, and he understood the need to be cleansed of it.
Yevish looked up at Peace as she paused. He was waiting for the question that she had asked every time she read this story. The question that could allow Yeshua to come into him, and Kload's God to be his God. Yevish hadn't been ready for it the first few times, but now he was. He wanted this God, he wanted this savior, and he wanted them to be his, just as Kload had said they could.
Kload took Yevish's hands. She looked at him for a moment, that hope dancing in her eyes. He knew she was getting ready to ask.
"Yevish, I have told you of God and His son Yeshua, and what they did so that we, sinful man, could have a way to come to them, to know them. That is through the cross, through the sacrifice of Yeshua, who can cleanse us." She paused. "Do you want that Yevish? Do you want that cleansing from sin, and that relationship?" Kload looked down at Yevish, hopeful that he would finally be ready, that he would finally say yes.
Yevish smiled up at her, he was sure, and he was ready. "Yes."
Kload smiled, joyful tears threatening to spill from her eyes. "Then pray with me. You know how to talk to God. I know you will understand what I say. You can use the words I use or find your own, but either way, God will know your heart." with that Kload bowed her head and closed her eyes."Dear father, I know I am a sinner."
Yevish followed along, saying it in his own way. "Daddy, I know I've sinned, that I've messed up."
"I know that you died on the cross for me, and that you rose again."
"I know that you suffered a lot of pain and died, and then, because you love miracles, you came back to life."
"I want you to come into my heart, to cleanse me, and to save me."
" I want you. I want you in my heart and in my life. Take away my sin, the bad and evil things in my life. Save me from them. Work the same miracle in me that you worked in Kload."
Peace opened her eyes and looked at the child. There were no more tears rolling down his face, instead there was a glow coming from it. A beautiful radiating glow, that Peace knew to be the light of the holy spirit, of God. Peace waited till Yevish looked up.
"I feel it Kload. I feel Him. I'm free Kload!" Yevish said joyously. He had never felt such a deep and true feeling in all his life. He never wanted it to leave, and he knew from what Kload had taught him, that it never would leave. Kload's God, his God, would always be with him, in him.
Kload wrapped Yevish in a hug, a small line of joyful tears running down her face. She had not only an adopted son, but now a new son in Christ, a brother, a friend. She smiled up at heaven. "Thank you father." she whispered.
They sat for a few more moments in joyful silence before releasing each other and standing. Yevish smiled up at Kload, and Kload smiled back. Yevish knew he had opened a new door in his life, a door that would keep him save and free no matter what. A door that gave him hope in hopeless places. A door that gave him love for everyone, even those he hated. A door that offered forgiveness, no matter what. A door that was his God, and now his life.
Kload smiled as they walked along with Darkstar trotting beside them. There would still be many things she would have to teach Yevish. Many things he would struggle with, and many times he would sin. But now he had the forgiveness of his savior, and now he had the strength to go on, regardless of what life threw at him. Just as Peace had gained so many years ago. She knew now that God had not just given her someone to help, He had given someone to help her. Together now they could struggle, and together they could persevere, through Yeshua their savior.
The two walked on across the desert, their animal companion without understanding of the change that had occurred in them. He had always known that his creator had created all, he didn't understand why humans seemed to struggle with the concept.