“Lord, have mercy.”
All around her, the teen heard the horrifying sounds of death and misery. There was nothing she could do about it.
Helpless, Rhea herself lay prostrate on the gritty dirt in front of her tent, gasping for air. Her long, shimmering hair lay tangled around her tanned face, which was wrenched with anguish. Her woven shawl had fallen away from her slim shoulders that trembled from the venom rapidly coursing through her body.
A slim, iridescent snake slithered past her glazed brown eyes, triggering the fading memory of being painfully bitten by a mad serpent that morning in bed. With great effort, the girl cried out in desperation.
“Lord, have mercy!”
The poison had completely circulated through her body, causing excruciating agony. If only they had listened to Moses and hadn’t complained, then the Israelites wouldn’t be in such misery now. Tears drew paths down her dusty face as she remembered the lifeless forms of her parents and siblings just a few hours before.
Gritting her teeth, Rhea felt a shudder go through her whole weakened body. She knew she didn’t have much time left…
Suddenly, crunching footsteps came to a stop in front of the slowly dying girl.
“My dear, if you wish to be healed, then all you have to do is cast your eyes upon the serpent on the brazen pole.” She faintly heard Moses’ melodious and deep voice vibrating in the air.
His footsteps crunched away…leaving her to think. Of course she wanted to be healed, but how would looking at a brass statue of a snake help her? It seemed like a cruel joke.
But then again, what did she have to lose?
So, with the very last of her energy, Rhea lifted her eyes up to the shining pole.
Based on Numbers 21:5-9