Stay With Me

He had only wanted to see what the outside world was like. He knew that he was a child of the Most High God, but he didn't care much for that position. He wanted to see how others lived. He wanted to experience what others experienced. He wanted to get out of the arms of Jesus...just this once.
So he did just that. When he felt that Jesus wasn't looking, he crept away from Him and journeyed on his own.
He saw all that the world had to offer; iPads, iPhones, huge televisions, glimmering jewels, and new technology that was just coming out.
This pleased him greatly, and he wished to possess all of these things and more. How could any of all these awesome things make him feel empty, just as Jesus had said?
He had bought all of these things and more, till his heart was content. He was happy; finally happy with all that he possessed. He thought of Jesus, but then quickly pushed Him out of his head.
'Jesus does not want for me to have all of these things. He wants for me to be poor for the rest of my life. Well, that's not going to happen. I have everything! Nothing will tear this happiness from me!'
As more time passed, new things came out, and he was the first to buy it. Unfortunately for him, this did not last. He didn't have any more money to buy anything else that his heart desired just for that day.
As time passed, his things started breaking one by one. Most by accident, some under mysterious circumstances.

Then, he had nothing. Absolutely nothing. His iPhone had been stolen along with his big screen television, and he had managed to break everything else that he had owned. He had been kicked out of the apartment that he was living in because he could no longer pay any rent. He had not showered or brushed his teeth in three weeks. He was in a horrible position in life, and he knew it.
'Maybe I can go back to Him...' he thought, a light shining in his mind.

"You're insane. Do you really think He's gonna take you back? Look at how messy you are, what makes you think He's even gonna touch you?"

His light disappeared. Whomever was speaking to him...was right.
He looked at his torn, grey clothes. 'He...He really wouldn't take me back...?'

"Of course not. Why would He do a foolish thing like that? He never will. Never, ever, ever. You have been exposed to this world enough. Now, you belong to me."

His eyes widened. 'Who are you?'
He heard a maniacal cackle and immediately, he started running, fear making him go faster and faster. No matter how fast he went, he still felt that evil presence running right behind him, not stopping at all.
At last, he fell to his knees. Tears ran like a fountain down his eyes, his body trembled like it was the coldest night in winter.
"Oh God...if You can hear me...please have mercy on me!!! I'm so sorry for what I have done to You!!! I understand if You do not want to accept me again...but please, at least forgive me for what I have done!!!"
The grey and black clouds started parting.

"...What?! What is this?! This isn't fair!!! He belongs to me now!!!"

Across the parting clouds was a sapphire blue sky, the sun shone on him alone. He could hear the evil voice fading away, and he crouched in to a small ball and wept. His breathing practically stopped, his wet hair dangled over his dirtied face.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry..." he chanted over and over, non-stop.

"Ian!!!" he heard a distant voice call out.

He lifted his eyes and saw no one. He lowered his head again.

"Ian!!!!" the voice called out again.

He didn't move. That was what God had named him: Ian. He pushed the hopeful thought out of his head. No; it couldn't be Jesus. It just couldn't be.
He lift his eyes once again and saw a man holding a staff. As the man looked at him, he froze.
Was that SERIOUSLY Jesus?

"Ian..." he heard the man whisper compassionately.

He lifted his head slightly and saw the man running. He turned around, assuming that he was running for somebody else behind him with the name Ian. There was no one there. As he turned back around, he felt a body clash against his. It didn't hurt, it didn't feel awkward or anything like that. It felt nice, reassuring, compassionate, and loving...and he needed that desperately.

"Ian...my son..." he heard the man whisper, his voice seeming to break ever so slightly.
He longed to see what this guy looked like. He slowly leaned away from the man's embrace and he saw someone whom he thought he would never see again; Jesus!
"Oh...oh Lord..." Ian whispered before fainting in Jesus' arms.
He had heard Jesus chuckle slightly before he felt his head being lifted. When he opened his eyes, he smiled brightly and embraced Jesus as Jesus embraced him.
"Oh my Jesus...I am so, so, so sorry...I thought...I thought that I could do something by myself for a change..." Ian whispered, leaning against Jesus' chest. He heard Jesus laughing slightly and he glanced up at Him.
"It didn't turn out so well?" Jesus asked, a smile running across His face.
Ian bowed his head. "No..."
"...Hey." Jesus said gently as He lifted Ian's head and stared deeply to his eyes. Ian did the same.
"My son," He said, wiping Ian's hair away from his face. "It's not like I don't want for you to have anything. I want for you to be entertained, not to sit around and gaze at me all day like you thought you had to do."
Ian laughed and Jesus smiled.
"Jesus, what do I have to do to make it all up to You?" Ian asked.
Jesus stared at His son and smiled. "You wish to make it up to me?"
Ian nodded eagerly. "Yes. Let me do anything, please."
Jesus grinned and stared at Ian with great compassion. "All I ask is that you stay with me."