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The Letter
by Christine Rhee
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Clancy Calman was burning rage as well as fat as he made tracks on the prison treadmill. He felt as if he might explode.

Okay, so his cellmate, Joshua, had come to terms with having to serve time for a crime he did not commit. Good for him!

But HE had the love and support of his family. HIS parents had stood up for and defended him. HIS family called, visited, sent care packages?

Clancy's family did none of that.

Clancy had helped Joshua to eat some soft, chewy, homemade chocolate chip cookies from a care package just that morning. He hadn't had any so good since the weekend before his parents had put him away in the boys' home.


Clancy's Guardian Angel, Melvin, and Melvin's mates, Gabby and Turk, are lying bellies down on a cloud, watching Clancy.

"I don't blame him for being so angry," Melvin comments. "That boy got a bad deal."

"You're not kidding!" responds Gabby. "He was always getting the rotten end of the stick when he was home!"

Melvin casts a sideways glance at Turk that says, "Oh, brother!? Here we go again!"

"And I do mean THE BAD end of the stick!" Gabby continues. "Always misunderstood, always blamed, always punished! And then carted off to that orphanage!"

"Okay! Okay! We get the idea, Gabby!? Turk breaks in. "The question is, how's he going to get himself out of this mess?"

"I don't know, Turk," Melvin sighs. "I'm just thankful he's renewed his relationship with the Lord."


Clancy was pumping out sit-ups, sweating the tears he dared not shed in this tough prison environment. Crying here would be like signing a guy's own execution order.

The cookies had reminded him of his mother, and the pain was so severe he could hardly breathe. His insides felt like an aluminum can being twisted and crushed under someone's heel.

Not once had his parents visited, called, or even written to him once he'd been transferred to the State prison. Only his little sister, Ellie...but he couldn't think of Ellie now, or he'd cry for sure.

"Why didn't they love me God?!" his anguished soul cried out.

The response came in a still, small voice, whispering the verse hed been memorizing. 1 John 4:10: "Not that we loved God, but that He loved us and sent His Son to be the propitiation for our sins."

The truth of it permeated Clancy's battered soul. Yes, his parents had betrayed him. They had turned their backs on Clancy just as surely as the run rose in the east and set in the west.

Just like he had once turned his back on God.

But God had still reached out to Clancy in love.

So now whom was Clancy going to act like? His parents or his Heavenly Father?

Clancy's parents had not reached out in love toward him. But he was God's child now, and he could reach out in love toward them.

Clancy noticed himself relaxing, the pace of his sit-ups slowing. He sat up one last time, sucking in air to regulate his breathing.

He took a long, slow swig of water.

He had a letter to write tonight.


Melvin, Gabby, and Turk notice the Almighty standing behind them, leaning over to watch Clancy. He's beaming from ear to ear.

"That is my beloved son," He glows. "In him I am well-pleased."

The three angels stand, amazed. They are once again witnessing the magnificent power of the Gospel.

Reverently, they bow before Him in adoration, and their voices join together in praise:

Thou are worthy,
Thou art worthy,
Thou art worthy, O Lord


Clancy lay on his bunk, physically and emotionally exhausted, but glowing inside.

His letter had been short and to the point. He'd just said hello, he was well and hoped they were, too, and he loved and missed them.

Writing that letter helped him to understand the Father's deep love for him, for all of them. While Clancy was still hostile toward God, God had sent His Only Son to seek and to save Clancy! And now He called Clancy His very own child!

In his heart rung a chorus they'd sung at a recent chapel service. And as his spirit made melody, it was almost as if he heard all of heaven joining him,

Thou art worthy
Thou art worthy
Thou art worthy, O Lord

And saw the face of his Heavenly Father shining upon him.

If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW

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09 Mar 2004
I thought that this was an amazing article. I believe that the author has an amazing talent for writing. The wondrous and awsome power of GOD was definately shown in this article. My soul and spirit were touched.


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