How In The Hell Did You Escape?
by Damainion Ewell
“Then Saul sought to pin David to the wall with the spear, but he slipped away from Saul’s presence; and he drove the spear into the wall. So David fled and escaped that night” (1 Samuel 19:10, NKJV).
The lives that many people live today are the direct result of the environment in which they once resided in. Oftentimes, people carry the heavy burden of sorrow and unhappiness with them into adulthood, and they seemingly cannot escape the jail of yesterday’s tragedy. Life has a cruel and malicious way of teaching us things, and many times we have seen the same scenes reenacted time and again. Somehow, we find ourselves doing the same thing, looking for the end result to be different. But, in the end, the final scene is the same as before, and we leave ourselves open to unnecessary pain and confusion. Lessons should be learned, but it is up to us whether they will be ascertained easily or the hard way.
How do we obtain a “get out of jail free card” in life when everything that happened to us was so awful? You grew up poor. You watched as myriads of men walked in and out of Mama’s room, making noise that your childlike mind could not quite understand. You saw white lines on the mirror, and your childhood innocence told you someone had a sugar fight and did not invite you to the party. You saw torn up books of food stamps scattered about the house, yet there was no food in the refrigerator. You took out the trash, and you could not figure out if the amount of beer bottles clanking together was more annoying than the weight of the bag. Your hair was so nappy and tattered that on picture day, you broke all of the little black combs that were provided to you. No matter how vigorous the brushing, your teeth never got quite as white as you thought they should have. The sun is seemingly prejudiced to your surroundings, and it seems as if it does not shine as brightly in your neighborhood as it does in others. The spear is headed your way…
You are running for your life!
You have begun to make choices. You look around for consolation and fulfillment, but there is none to be had. So, you took solace in the beds of people you just met, much like Mama did. The people you have entrusted with your very life introduced you to drugs, and the momentary flight that is provided temporarily squelched the sting of everyday living. You grabbed the liquor bottle much like a world-renowned singer would pick up a microphone, and the contents became a song to your soul. The sweetness of your eyes has soured, and the stench of a broken spirit lingered wherever you went. Your surroundings dictated many crying times in the midst of trying times, but your tear ducts are dry deserts. The softness that should have been has become the hardness that should have never been. The spear is headed your way…
You are running out of time!
The thick wall of confinement is up ahead. Where is there to go? Something on the inside prays for a brighter today and longs for an optimistic tomorrow. But, that voice is trapped so deep inside that all that can be heard is a faint echo. The wall up ahead represents all that could have been, and the reason that everything was blocked. You wanted to be loved, but it was blocked. You sought out the security and warmth of a genuine hug, but it was blocked. You needed Daddy to give you a piggyback ride at the park, but it was blocked. You desired the loving kiss on the forehead from Mama, but it was blocked. You coveted the night where no one was murdered in the neighborhood, but it was blocked. You craved the day when you did not see a close friend stuff crack rocks in their pockets, but it was blocked. You needed a time when you wore something brand new and not handed down or stolen, but it was blocked. You cried for a meal that was more than table scraps, but it was blocked. How can you scale this wall? The wall is too high to leap over. The wall is too solid to run through. You do not have any mountain climbing equipment. You do not have a helicopter readily available to fly you over the wall. You do not have a stick of dynamite to blast the walls into pieces. The wall stands, mocking your every move and scoffing at your circumstances. You cannot progress another step. The spear is headed your way…
The spear nearly hits you…but it missed!
“Then David spoke to the LORD the words of this song, on the day when the LORD had delivered him from the hand of all his enemies, and from the hand of Saul” (2 Samuel 22:1, NKJV).
Mama’s lack of attention was meant to kill you. The drug infested environment was designed to destroy you. The promiscuity was intended to wreck you. Your poor self-esteem swore to slay your dreams and shatter your promise. Daddy’s consistent absenteeism was purposed to shipwreck your image and demolish your faith. Your lack in every area of your life was the plan of the enemy to rip you to shreds, piece by piece: “Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour” (1 Peter 5:8, NKJV). Suddenly, and without warning, the hand of the LORD begins to move!
“For by You I can run against a troop; By my God I can leap over a wall” (2 Samuel 22:30, NKJV).
The hands of Jesus Christ are the ultimate wrecking balls, preordained and predestined to break apart any wall that stands in your way. The same hands that took spikes for the deliverance of your sins and circumstances are the same hands that can tear every hard place down. As you begin to think back on all the beds you slept in, all the drugs you have consumed and all the times where your love was trampled upon, ask yourself a simple question: how in the HELL did I escape? My body was used sexually numerous times on top of sheets with little to no thread count. I drank liquor cheap enough for my broke pockets to afford, yet flammable enough to start a fire. I smoked enough dope to be engulfed in a cloud that firecrackers give off on the 4th of July. I lived in a house so dirty that even the roaches begged us to get a maid. Now, all of it is but a distant memory. How in the HELL did I escape?
“So David went on and became great, and the LORD God of hosts was with him” (2 Samuel 5:10, NKJV).
The LORD tore down the wall on your behalf. Go forward…and be great for His glory!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Damainion L. Ewell is the Editor-In-Chief of Gospel Highlights, an all-new Christian lifestyle and gospel music magazine. The magazine was launched in May, 2009, and can be viewed at http://www.gospelhighlights.com. He has been a freelance writer for almost 12 years, and his work has been seen by readers all over the world.
Damainion relocated back to the Washington, D.C. area in late 2008, and his pen is on fire for the glory of Jesus Christ. Along with his magazine endeavors, he is working on his first book, the tentatively titled “The Articles Of Inspiration,” and is enjoying the perks of being the father of three beautiful children.
Damainion can be reached via his official website: http://www.godswriter.com.