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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Melody (08/24/06)

TITLE: The Newest Instrument
By Karen Chatham
08/30/06


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The Newest Instrument

The pain was unbearable at the very least. With no ability to respond to my family's pleas of hope, I could only lie still and listen to their conversations and prayers. A heavy anxiety hovered in the room until I felt the tears of my son roll onto my face as he kissed me goodbye. I could sense the uncertainty that filled his heart. Although he wasn't sure about all of this "God stuff", I knew it was only the beginning of infinite life for me. Soon my fear of separation from him was overcome by a soft peace that swept me away.
In less than an instant, a path of transparant gold invited me to take the first step toward two majestic thrones that were bursting with Light. "On the throne to the right is the Light of the world," an angel spoke as he observed my fascination. Beauty beyond comprehension surrounded me and I was astounded by the music that seemed to possess the air. "Where is the orchestra?" I inquired. "The instruments are on the earth, my friend. Not long ago, you were one of them." the angel responded. The angel led me to the place where the symphony was played."Tell me," I begged, "what instrument produces the high tones?" "My friend," the angel replied, "that is the sound of prisoners who are persecuted for the sake of our Lord Jesus Christ. They are singing from their prison cells in the midst of trial." "What about the low pitched tones?" I continued, "What could they be?" The angel turned to me and explained, "The low pitch comes from the instrument who has just shown love to his enemy. The alto tones you hear come from the sounds of the hands that give out food to the starving. The melody is played by the feet of missionaries who carry the Gospel of Peace to the uttermost parts of the earth."
A sudden silence swept through heaven as the angel was speaking. God the Father and God the Son arose majestically from their thrones. "What is going on?" I whispered to the angel. He motioned me to come and look upon the earth. All eyes were centered on a dark room in a house that I recognized from my hometown. "A heart has been touched by the Holy Spirit!" the angel quietly informed. "If this boy's prayer is sincere and his tears are true, he will become a new instrument in the orchestra. His sound will be very distinct in your ears and you will hear him above all the others." Then the angel summoned me to follow him through the walls into the room. Before me, my son was kneeling on humble, bended knees. The angel gathered every tear that emerged from his soul. Gently, I knelt beside my boy and embraced him as he begged God for forgiveness and mercy.
In the quiet, holy moment I could hear a new vibration. Growing louder and louder, the beat of his heart thundered through the quiet universe. "His tears are pure!" the angel announced. Then a great angelic shout rocked the galaxies in celebration. The halls of heaven opened and the all the saints rejoiced. Snapping their fingers and tapping their toes, The Father and Son returned to their thrones. Above all the orchestra danced a new percussion beat. My son, the newest instrument, passionatly drummed with joy, and all I could say was, "That's my boy!"


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Dawn Dale08/31/06
very creative and sensitive
Sara Harricharan 09/01/06
Beautifully written. Very touching. I truly enjoyed reading this. I hope you place!
Donna Emery09/02/06
A lovely and touching story. A unique concept. You told it well.
Kristi Kennedy09/11/06
When I first read this story, I felt the peace an elderly woman might feel after reading this as she struggled daily with the agony of a son lost in a world of sin. I hope that somehow this story can be distributed and read in retirement homes. It would be a blessing to many in need of just such comfort.