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Previous Challenge Entry (EDITOR'S CHOICE)
Topic: Key (02/14/13)

TITLE: Keep Me Focused on You
By Claudia Thomason
~4th Place


The horrific sound was one I had never heard before but will never forget. It was clearly an animal in extreme distress. When the cry pierced the quiet afternoon service, we were standing in a sweltering hot African church constructed of bricks made from mud and animal dung. I was already quite woozy from the smells, heat and humidity. Only our small group seemed disturbed by what we heard. Everyone else continued listening to the speaker without flinching.

Clearly startled, one person in our group asked a church member, “What was that?”

“That was the cow we chose for our celebration meal.” he said smiling, revealing several missing teeth. “We will have a grand meal today after the service!” He went on to say its throat was cut so they could prepare the meat for us, their special guests.

Reaching for the key on the ribbon around my neck, I noticed a few other women in our missionary group searching in pockets for their keys. Holding mine tightly, I recalled glancing out the open door a few minutes earlier, seeing villagers happily leading a painfully skinny cow down the road.

“Oh, no,” I thought sadly, “they just slaughtered that poor cow.” As I fingered the key, I forced myself to set aside my reaction to the cow’s sacrifice and remember why we were there, which was to minister. I needed to dismiss everything else that might distract me and focus on that goal.

“Thank you, Father, for keeping my mind and heart on You. You truly are the answer. I only pray that I can get over myself and introduce them to You.” I had become accustomed to praying when I held the key because it reminded me that Jesus is the key, the answer; and I was representing Him.

I don't normally wear a key around my neck. When we first arrived in Uganda, our team leader gave everyone a key. He said to keep it with us at all times because we never knew when we would need a tangible reminder of who we were and why God sent us there. This man had made several trips to Africa and didn’t seem affected by the things that made most of us gasp.

“You will see, hear, smell, taste and experience things that will take your attention away from your sole purpose for coming.” he said. He was right. As we frail Americans encountered the harshness of African life and customs, we needed something to pull us back into reality. Touching the key reminded me to turn my thoughts back to God.

The queasiness in my stomach began to subside as I thought of other times I had reached for my key:

Traveling up a muddy incline to a remote mountain village, our vehicle began sliding toward the edge of the cliff. One rear tire was already perched over the edge before the vehicle miraculously stopped sliding and gripped the road again.

On another occasion, while preaching in a village, three hostile men disrupted the service, threatening the “white intruders.” Our hosts invited them to worship with us. Surprisingly, they stayed, but their demeanor remained menacing.

The following day, we ate our first meal in the jungle villages. "We prepared a feast for you." the woman said, offering me muddy potatoes and green chicken. My fixation with cleanliness had to be set aside. Refusing food was out of the question, so I reached for my key.

Another time, I saw a child scooting along the ground, struggling to get close to me. She had no legs and pulled herself along with her hands. She was wearing broken sandals on her hands for protection from the rocky ground. My heart broke. I reached for my key. Removing the ribbon from my neck, I placed it around hers. She beamed as though she had been given a treasure.

Subsequent trips revealed I had only seen bits and pieces of the struggles Africans in that area encounter on a daily basis. On my next trip, I brought a number of keys and ribbons. Placing them in the hands of children and adults, I explained the purpose of the key and let them know I would be praying for them. This insignificant item became a tool for God to use, reminding us to keep our eyes upon Him because His eyes are always upon us.

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C D Swanson 02/23/13
Powerful images and emotions in this intense read. Thanks for sharing. God bless~
Cheryl Harrison02/26/13
"The following day, we ate our first meal in the jungle villages. "We prepared a feast for you." the woman said, offering me muddy potatoes and green chicken. My fixation with cleanliness had to be set aside. Refusing food was out of the question, so I reached for my key."

Your story reminded me of my own trip to Africa. The food was a total experience. At times I had no idea what I was eating, but to refuse it would have been an insult to our hosts. Interesting take on the topic. Good job.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 02/28/13
I think of that you have written a brilliant story. I felt transported to a continent that I have never visited, yet through your words, I could see the setting quite clearly. The idea of the key necklace is so wonderful. The fact that the MC returned with more keys speaks great volumes and tells what we still need to do in the world today. Thank you for opening my eyes.
PamFord Davis 02/28/13

Wing His Words
John Huckstep02/28/13
Congradulations, Great job.
Danielle King 02/28/13
Congratulations Claudia. Brilliant job.
John Huckstep02/28/13
Opps, I meant Congratulations.
Myrna Noyes02/28/13
Wonderful, well-told story!! HEARTY CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR E.C. AND LEVEL WINS!! :D I was totally blessed by the symbolism of the key and how it was passed on to others as well. Your story was very compelling, keeping me interested all the way through! WAY TO WRITE!! :)
Carolyn Ancell02/28/13
This is truly an amazing piece, and deserved its EC placement. Congratulations! It also brought back memories of working in a mission in the campo of Bolivia. I did not have a key around my neck (in reading your story, I realize I would have reached for it often); but the realization of what suffering others endure is overwhelming. Thank you for this heartfelt piece, and words of wisdom for all of us.
Vince Martella02/28/13
Congratulations on your win. Great job!
Vince Martella02/28/13
Congratulations on your win. Great job!
Bea Edwards 02/28/13
Congratulations on winning with this well crafted and enlightening piece!
C D Swanson 02/28/13
Congrats. God bless~
Judith Gayle Smith02/28/13
Congratulations! May God bless you richly . . .
Olawale Ogunsola03/03/13
Congratulations for your 4th overall placing. It is a great feat!