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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Police (10/12/06)

TITLE: Crime and Punishment
By Amy Jones


I knew he saw me do it. I could almost feel his eyes burning holes through my body. This wasn’t the first time I had gotten myself into trouble. For as long as I can remember I’ve had run-ins with him. It’s almost like these crimes were engrained in my being. I couldn’t help myself.
I glanced over at him.
He stood motionless. Tall, confident, so sure of himself. His pure, innocent eyes almost negated his strong, authoritative body. But there was no response from him.
I wanted to run, to hide. But I knew from past encounters that was useless. So there I stood, ashamed, wishing I could just melt into the ground.
Part of me wanted to look away, thinking maybe, just maybe, he hadn’t seen me . Or maybe he would let me off the hook. After all, it wasn’t really my fault. This behavior ran in my family- from generation to generation it had been passed down, since the beginning of time. But part of me wanted to stare deep into his eyes, and just challenge him. I wanted him to just try one more time to punish my stiff-necked ways.
No response.
“Do something!” I shouted, “ Isn’t this what you’ve been waiting for? You sit there all the time on your high horse, just waiting for me to mess up.
“Well there you have it! I’ve messed up again. Like so many times before. Punish me. Go ahead. I know you want to. Put me away forever!” I mocked.
He looked at me.
“Well this is it,” I thought, as my heart began to leap in my chest. I could escape the law no more.
He advanced toward me. But as he approached, he didn’t appear to be the same strong, proud man. His muscular body was so gentle, so meek. And those eyes, filled with love, and peacefulness…and tears. Not at all the angry eyes that I expected.
“My child,” he spoke, “you must pay for your crime, that’s what the law says.”
I began to weep. I couldn’t control it. Every crime I had committed, every time I had messed up, was coming to a head.
He took me into his arms. They were so powerful yet so comforting. “But I AM the Law, and I have already paid the price for you. All that you have done is wiped away. I’ve already talked to the Judge. He said it was okay.”
He took my hands. “Now you must go, and quit committing these crimes. It won’t be easy, but I am always here.”
Sobs took over my body. I was so sorry. This man had taken it upon himself to pay for what I had done. Tears streamed down my face. And one lone teardrop fell from my cheek and into His scarred hands.

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Pamela Kurbat10/19/06
I love this article! This encounter with Christ is honest, descriptive and moving. Thank you for writing it!
Sara Harricharan 10/20/06
Very vivid, and truly moving.
Jan Ackerson 10/21/06
Powerful writing! If you're new to the Challenge, feel free to e-mail or message me, and I'll give you a pointer or two on formatting into more managable paragraphs. Thanks for this really cool story!
Donna Emery10/22/06
Excellent! Well done! A very heartwarming story.