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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Leadership (03/14/05)

TITLE: Her Son
By Karen Noblitt


His words from just a few weeks before assaulted her memory. With a smile of victory upon His face, He had said, “If I am lifted up from this earth, I will draw all people to Myself.”
At the time, she was unsure of what He had meant, but now the meaning was clear. All around her people were yelling, some pushing their way closer to get a better view. The mob was almost more than she could bear and she closed her eyes to escape the madness that surrounded her.
Her mind drifted back to the beginning. She remembered feeling the first flutter of movement when she was pregnant. Oh how excited Joseph had been when he placed his hand on her swollen belly, feeling for himself the little kicks! The memory warmed her heart and she allowed herself to continue on the path of times past.
The night He was born was the happiest of her life. The world seemed to stop as His newborn eyes found her hers and looked at her with complete trust and love. Her arms could still feel the small bundle of Him as she pressed Him close to her heart. The years of His youth had passed so quickly! Yet, she remembered every cry, every scraped knee, every hug and kiss before bedtime as if it were just yesterday.
She had known that He was born for greatness, born to be a leader and she had done her best to encourage Him, to help Him reach the role He was destined to fulfill. Now it had come to this. Her eyes opened and once again she was surrounded by an ocean of people. Something was different. A silence had fallen over the crowd and all eyes were fastened on Him. How her heart ached to gaze upon Him! Blood covered every inch of His body. His face was so bruised, so battered that even she had a hard time recognizing Him. The feet that had once, a long time ago, ran to her when He was hurt and the hands that used to reach out for her when He wanted to be picked up, were now nailed to a tree. The weight of her grief and sorrow were more than she could bear and she collapsed into a heap at the foot of His cross.
Knowing that time was short, she forced herself up onto her knees and gazed up into His eyes. He looked down at her and smiled. Suddenly he raised up His head and with a roar yelled out, “IT IS FINISHED!” His eyes closed and His head fell to His chest. Silence filled the air as no one dared to move. A shout came from a short distance away. “The curtain in the temple has been torn in two!“ The earth began to rumble beneath her feet and as she tried to steady herself she heard the solider standing guard call out, “ Surely this Man was the Son of God!“ At once she understood! Her Son was not just born to a leader, but THE leader!

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Karen Deikun03/21/05
You have some good word pictures in this story from Mary's perspective. I liked especially her reflection of the little hands reaching to be picked up now being nailed to the cross. You got across how painful this was for Mary with that simple memory.
donna robinson03/22/05
So real you painted Mary's memory and heart that I had to weep as I read it. Very very profound writing.
Delores Baber03/23/05
Beautiful, yet haunting picture. You have the gift of creating an image the impacts the reader.