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Wanted Here – Ch.51 | KT OLLA

PETER left the company of his team and sought a lonely spot behind flower hedges to ponder.

Everything came crashing down low as fast as a ruin can be.

The courage, the confidence, the effort put into life and psychomicide…

Everything definite lost its footing.

The man decided to call Carl, his friend and client. He wanted to share the news with him and have the trouble halved.

So he called his childhood friend and shared the pain. Yet the man was the only one troubled; Carl didn’t pretend to be.

“That is fine, Peter. You already know Cannon – that’s how they do. So don’t let ’em ruin your birthday, man!

“We’re still winning, regardless. We beat them in court today, remember?

“Look, today is your special day. You’re the one who has a birthday here, not Cannon University!

“So cheer up, 33-year-old son of Pedro!”

Those words soothed the lonely young man. And again, it sent him reflecting on everything.

Peter thought about it and read Carl’s attitude. It was as if they were fighting different battles.

Again, it was as though the bioengineer had sheathed his sword and left the warfront. As though Peter was the only one still fighting.

Now it hurt the man to the marrow that he was all alone. So he sunk his head low and shed the tears.

Peter wasn’t used to losing cases. He had been winning ever since he joined Pendulum.

But there was the psychomicide case. And in 2 years of it, he had lost a lot of arguments than all the debate he’d ever had with people. 

So he felt quite frustrated and wondered if the failure would ever end. 

Yes, Peter Pedro felt somehow worthless. He felt quite used; and he so wanted something. Something that could pull him out of the low state of mess.

Then, in that desperate moment, he recalled Marcuz’s words. The conversation that went between them both.

“We don’t need to be Christ’s sheep anymore!” Peter had said. “What can be worse than what has happened?”

“So much sir,” the dude had replied. “So much can be worse!

“You will lose the suit like you’re already doing. Then Cannon will sue Mr. and Mrs. Martinez.

“And at almost the same time, they will sue Pendulum.

“They don’t intend to win the case. They will just ensure you’re troubled enough for others to learn from you.

“They will make a scape goat of you!”

Peter recalled the words then and found it true.

He was quickly becoming scared of a lot of things. He was getting scared of the morrow, the things that lay ahead in time.

He was afraid of the future.

But then he recalled these words of hope. It was Marcuz’s words:

You should become Christ’s sheep who rely completely on the Shepherd. Then you can have the Shepherd fight the wolves for you!

That moment it dawned on the man that he’d got a Way he left untaken. So Peter dearly wanted to chart this new Way.

So, the young man bowed where he sat in the lawn at the forensic ministry. There he poured out his heart to Jesus.

He sobbed: “Why was I this proud, this full of myself? That I refused You when You called out to me?

“How could I think myself smart enough to handle tomorrow, when I can’t even tell what will happen tonight?

“Ah I am very sorry, Jesus! Please if you still can, will you make a small place for me in Your flock?

“I’ll be Your sheep, and follow Your lead – just tell me how to!

“I can’t handle the big names on my own, please fight this war for me? I’ll be Your sheep, please protect me in this life.

“Please defend me, Jesus Christ… please!”

Peter Pedro cried as he prayed; then he got up, feeling better.

Somehow the lawyer knew that what he felt was more than the relief which shedding a tear could avail him. Still he couldn’t explain the new feeling.

He was just certain of one thing. That the soul that bowed and cried wasn’t the same as him who got up again.

He was different. He had changed. But he couldn’t explain it.

Maybe this is what it feels like to hand over to Jesus, he mused.

It feels like peace. Like I’ve won already!

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