While Jesus was winding his way down the dungeon corridors, plowing through every evil enemy that Satan could throw at him, unlocking every cell door to set every prisoner free...I was running deeper and deeper into the dark. There in Gethsemane Jesus chased down every last soul. And the billion papercuts on his heart would not stop until he had reached the final one. And I was running deeper and deeper into the dark. I imagine that the first cell door that he opened freed my brother Damion. I imagine that he carried little Ellie on his shoulders, out of the reach of the hissing snakes of Satan's servants. And I imagine that I kept running. And when he checked on PeterJamesandJohn one last time before going back into the garden for one last hour of hell, he told them, "All are rescued, except one. Wait for me if you can. This may take awhile." And wearied and broken he hurdled himself back down the dungeon corridors. And after eons of tortured searching at last he found me. And I cowered in the corner of a tiny secret passage at the very end of the deepest tunnel. And he reached out his hand. And I tucked mine into my armpits. And he took me by the ear and said, "Garred. Love." And he groaned, "It is finished," and finally restedsleptdied. And this is the mystery of a salvation that has already been executed, that will one day be discovered by me. Garred. Love.