The Resurrection of Nat Turner, Part 2: The Testimonial (19 page)

Sometime that night, in the twilight of dreaming, Nat Turner heard the voice of God.

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he voice of God.

Nat Turner was paralyzed, but he felt what seemed like lightning running through him. His eyes were closed, but he saw the swamp clearing lit around him. In the place where he lay, he felt God's glory and it filled the Great Dismal Swamp.

He struggled to move, wanting to free himself from what held him. He wanted to run, to see, but he could not move and could not open his eyes. He was dreaming. But he could not wake himself.

Who will go for us? Who will defend my people?

The trees bowed and trembled at the sound of His voice. Amber flashes of light and smoke filled the dark clearing, though Nat Turner smelled nothing burning. He struggled, trying to resist Him. Nat Turner wanted to cry out, but even his mouth was frozen.

He had felt God come alive, moving in him, when he prayed or read scripture or when the people sang. He had heard God in the thunder or talking through the leaves blowing in the trees. He had seen God in people's eyes or heard Him in things people said. Sometimes when he closed his eyes, he could imagine glory. What he experienced now, Nat Turner had only heard of in stories.

Come back to Me. I have loved you with an everlasting love. With loving kindness have I drawn you.

Nat Turner struggled against what held him. He could not speak, but thoughts filled his head. How could this be called love? Your people have been beaten, hanged, and scattered all over the world. Simply because of the color of our skin, we have been taken in chains and held captive, doomed for generations. How could a God who loves treat His people this way?

I told you the ones I loved would fall by the edge of the sword. I
told you the ones I loved would be led away captive into all nations. I told you they would lay hands on you and persecute you. I told you the Gentiles would trample on Jerusalem until the times of the Gentiles be fulfilled.

But they stole the women and raped them. They stole the children and murdered them… and the babies. You watched it all and did nothing!

I told you the day was coming when people would say blessed are the barren—the wombs that never bear, and the paps that never give suck.

They murdered us. Skinned us alive. Hanged us from trees, castrated us! My own brothers betrayed me. My own father held me captive. My brother's wife sold me and my family into captivity. Why? What have we done to deserve this?

I came and walked among you to warn you so that you would not lose heart. I told you that in Jerusalem, because of your suffering, you would say to the mountains, “fall on us” and to the hills “cover us.” I told you they would be crueler in the dry season after I was gone. I told you you would be betrayed by parents, brothers, relatives, and friends, and they would even put some of you to death. I told you men would hate you because of Me.

I warned you so that you would not lose heart.

Nat Turner heard thunder. His eyes still closed, he saw lightning arc across the black sky. But I was obedient. I loved You. Even with nothing in this life, I loved You. You abandoned me, rejected me. I only had one thing, the one thing you gave me, and You watched while they stole her, You let them steal her.

I suffered. I suffer. Are you greater than I? My love for you is everlasting. Being My son is not only power and prayers and singing. It is bearing and being nailed to the cross.

But she was the only thing I had. My only love. Why would you give her to me only to take her away? The ground shook beneath him. The air vibrated around him.

Nat Turner fought against it. He did not want to hear the
answers. He did not want to ask the questions. This had been his Hebron, his place to hide. This place had been his sanctuary from Southampton… and from God. Was there no place for him to run?

Fear slipped away and anger replaced it. Nat Turner could not open his mouth to form words, but his thoughts spoke for him. You abandoned me! Everything taken from me!

Will you only love Me if I give you what you want? Will you only obey Me for an expected prize? Will you only love Me if you never suffer?

Nat Turner had prayed for years for deliverance for him and his people. He had prayed for years for simple mercy. All his hope had been for nothing. But I didn't ask for them. You gave her to me, gave me a son, and then took them away!

Others have suffered without receiving. Why not you? Was it acceptable for them—for Jeremiah, for Elisha, for Isaiah, for Moses, for Hosea, for My son, Jesus, and not you?

All his hope had been for nothing. Now he could not move, his limbs frozen as though he were bound in steel. Those who were disobedient, who were selfish, who misused others got the best. Why were he and the others who prayed like him always suffering?

I told you many prophets, and wise men, and scribes would be killed and crucified. I told you some of them would be persecuted from city to city.

How can a servant have compassion for My people if he or she has not known their sorrow? Are you not willing to suffer if it means their redemption? Will you not suffer, even if it means a better life, a better hereafter, a resurrection for them? My first begotten endured shame and sorrow for you. Are you too good to follow His footsteps? You have obeyed your earthly masters; now you must obey Me.

Obey? All his life he had been obeying, with nothing to show. He had a chance now for a new life. He had a chance now to sail away.

There are not many who are strong enough to go through life and endure the agony… only a few are chosen… only a few are worthy—wise enough, loving enough, obedient enough—strong enough to endure the suffering to liberate others. If you love Me, if you love Him, you must pick up His yoke.

Yoke? He had been bound long enough. He had been born in chains. What he wanted were waters that never ended and sky that reached to forever.

I sent you as a sheep among wolves. Did you think you would never suffer? You rage against abandonment; would you abandon the others who need you now? Would you leave your son to die? Would you leave your wife? Your mother? Would you turn your back to the moaning woman? If not you, then who will go for us?

You have obeyed your earthly masters; now you must obey Me. If you love Me, if you love Christ, pick up His yoke.

Nat Turner stopped struggling against what held him. He had been struggling only against himself.

Cry aloud and spare not and show My people their transgressions.

No one had listened to him before. Why would they listen now? No white man wanted to hear him say the man was wrong. No white man wanted to hear him preach.

They would make excuses. They wanted to be first. They wanted the dream to be only for themselves. They were never going to give mercy.

Nat Turner felt the bands tightening again. Did God mean to offer forgiveness to the captors, to the ones who had shown no mercy?

My mercy is from everlasting to everlasting. It is available to all men, if they choose it. Men may choose justice for themselves, but I offer mercy that is eternal. It is their free choice. This mercy you offer to those who have harmed you is greater than any sacrifice you have made.

In binding others they have bound themselves. In weighing down others they have burdened themselves. They have betrayed
you and sold you into slavery, so they betray and doom themselves. As their brother, will you offer them the choice—justice or mercy? You have obeyed your earthly masters; now will you obey Me?

Is not this the fast that I have chosen? to loose the bands of wickedness, to undo the heavy burdens, and to let the oppressed go free, and that ye break every yoke? Is it not to deal thy bread to the hungry, and that thou bring the poor that are cast out to thy house? when thou seest the naked, that thou cover him; and that thou hide not thyself from thine own flesh? They appear clothed and fat, but who is more naked and bereft, more bound, than they?

It was the very reason why he had come to the Dismal Swamp: to hide away, to hide from those he loved—those who loved him and those who would not. He had already poured out. He had given enough. He had no more left inside him. How could he help others when his own heart was broken?

Surely God could not ask him to lift the burden of the oppressors? They had everything in the world and it was still not enough for them. Surely God could not expect him to offer them absolution? Surely God could not expect him, after all he'd suffered at their hands, to offer mercy?

I am the Father of all; I am the Many Breasted One. They are My children, too, and I have no desire that any would be lost. They have disobeyed Me, but they are also My children. They have betrayed you, but still, they are your brothers.

Obey Me and I will make a promise to you. Obey Me and then shall thy light break forth as the morning, and thine health shall spring forth speedily: and thy righteousness shall go before thee; the glory of the Lord shall be thy reward.

First, you must give them a choice; you must offer them mercy. You must offer them forgiveness.

Then shalt thou call, and the Lord shall answer; thou shalt cry, and He shall say, Here I am. If thou take away from the midst
of thee the yoke, the putting forth of the finger, and speaking vanity; and if thou draw out thy soul to the hungry, and satisfy the afflicted soul; then shall thy light rise in obscurity, and thy darkness be as the noon day.

Relieve the burdens of the wicked captors? Why offer them mercy? When would the suffering of the oppressed end and the captivity be turned?

Did you not hear Me when I promised your redemption? I am your Redeemer! But you must obey Me. No judgment comes without warning; I am Love and I am Mercy. Mercy or justice: each man must make his choice.

They must be warned. No judgment comes without warning. You must plead for the deliverance of the downtrodden; you must beg the captors to set the oppressed free—if they give mercy, they will receive mercy.

But I tell you this, the captors' hearts will be hardened, their necks stiff, and they will not listen. They will not be like Nineveh; instead, they will mock you, unaware that they mock Me. They will refuse the mercy; they will not listen. They will be like Egypt.

Will you give up this temporal freedom before you and follow after Me?

Nat Turner heard the scripture he had memorized as a boy carried on the breezes that reached his ears.
And whosoever shall not receive you, nor hear your words, when ye depart out of that house or city, shake off the dust of your feet. Verily I say unto you, It shall be more tolerable for the land of Sodom and Gomorrha in the day of judgment, than for that city.

Behold, I send you forth as sheep in the midst of wolves.

Lightning flashed.
They have lived Old Covenant lives—the men of Cross Keys, of Jerusalem, of Virginia—every man doing that which is right in his own eyes. They extend no grace or mercy. They exact the letter of the law on others without mercy, truth, or love—whitewashed walls, all form with no substance. So they will receive as they have given. Judgment will begin at
My house in the center of Cross Keys. If they will not hear Me, you will take up arms against them. If they will not hear, the root must be destroyed.

You will be My messenger. Wake up the mighty men, let all the men of war draw near; let them come up. Tell them, Beat your plowshares into swords and your pruninghooks into spears: Let the weak say, I am strong.

For the time is come that judgment must begin at the house of God: and if it first begin at us, what shall the end be of them that obey not the gospel of God?

Nat Turner had seen the ships. The chance he had hoped for was open before him. One more trip up the canal, then aboard the ship, and he would leave the cruel life he'd known far behind.

What good was it to fight the captors? All power was in their hands. We have no army. We have no weapons. We have no government on our side.

Rise to your feet!

Nat Turner felt himself being lifted, as though great hands held him underneath his arms. He was lifted until the feet of his wilted body dragged the ground while his heart lifted up toward heaven. The clearing glowed about him; small lights flittered past like butterflies. He smelled jasmine, lavender, and then frankincense and myrrh.

Some trust in chariots, and some in horses; put your trust in Me. Beat your plowshares into swords…. Judgment will begin at the house of God; you will slay those who mock Me and persecute My children, even as they are called by My name. Under My strength, you will carry out My judgment.

He was just an ordinary man, a slave. This was a dream. It would never come to pass.

You will know when the time comes. You will see signs in the heavens. The sun will be turned to darkness and the moon to blood before the coming of the great and dreadful day of the Lord.

Why me? Why now? Why call me back when I have just seen, just
tasted freedom? Why call me back to Southampton when I am pledged to the sea?

The cries and moans of My people have risen to My ears. Their prayers for mercy are ever before Me. I have bottled all your tears—yours, your wife's, your son's and mother's, the tears of your people. Will you give up your freedom for them and obey Me?

Go and smite those from your earthly father's church, and spare not; but slay both man and woman, infant and suckling—all those who have without mercy disobeyed Me and held slaves. Do not leave an heir alive. The law is not for the righteous, but for those who are lawless and disobedient—the whoremongers, the liars, the murderers, the manslayers and the menstealers.