One Young Man

He was a young man, a mere youth, strong and healthy. He should have been out working, learning a trade, and enjoying his family and friends. But he was in trouble. Deep trouble. Chains fettered his ankles, hunger gnawed at his stomach, and the stench of filth and rot continually bombarded his nostrils in the damp, dark prison. Why? What had he done to deserve such punishment? That’s the worst of it. He had done nothing. In fact, he was an educated, respectable, godly young man. Very godly. He...