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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Cooking or Baking (01/04/07)

TITLE: Candid Conversations from the Kitchen
By Jennifer Wetter


Business as usual, I sighed. The same looks on the same faces ordering the same food. It was just another day in Heaven or at least its kitchen.

Lunch rush was just beginning as wings and halos filled the vacant tables. It was angel hour, well at least their lunch hour.

“Hey Mac," an angelic acquaintance motioned around the room. “Getting busy already?”

I nodded, “The usual today, Ash.”

“Angel hair with some angel food cake, please, “he grinned. “And don’t forget the strawberries and whip cream, either.”

I continued making my food order rounds, still noticing more familiar faces filling the room. I recognized some from my early days in the Christmas Chorus and a few others from the darker days at Calvary.

This crowd always guaranteed never to have a boring conversation. Humans—just happened to make a very complicated and intriguing topic of conversation. At some time or another every angel is exposed to more than one.

I couldn’t help but wonder why God made and sometimes could even love such complex creatures. I always knew that it was never mine to question. I had to admit humans had a good taste in cuisine. Pizza was an angelic favorite among us around here.

I’d better get to the kitchen, didn’t need any famished angels causing a mutiny. Unfortunately I was both the chef and waiter today. Other guy called in today something about a rather large celebration for God’s humans.

Lately for him work and friends just seemed to have less of a priority. Sometimes it felt like I’d been thrown to the curb halo, wings and all. Maybe I just didn’t realize the importance of serving God, I sneered.

You’d think after seeing God’s tears shed for his Son at Calvary, I’d understand. Instead my mind become more entangled and my heart more bitter.

After everything that my God has done for these humans, they still remain so full of hatred, selfishness and ignorant. I want to believe that after all that God’s the least they can show is some gratitude. Yet through all this he still loved them and never gave up on them.

I gathered my orders, piling my hands with plates of pasta and pizza.

“Orders up, “I yelled to the gathering crowd. Plates disappeared faster than I could fill my hands. Yep, today was definitely a hungry crowd.

As I began the aftermath cleanup of Hurricane Angels, a hand reached for my shoulder. I spun around and noticed that it was him. Him being referred to as the other chef/waiter/ soon to be ex-friend, Gable.

“Hey Mac,” Gable asked. “How’s it going? Here let me help with some of those plates.” He gently took from my hands and placed them into the kitchen sink.

My eyes narrowed, “Why are you here? I thought you had a celebration or something.”

“Yes I do, “he nodded. “I wanted to invite you to come with me.”

Shook my head no, “I won’t… those humans of His don’t deserve a celebration.
They’re too arrogant and selfish for them to understand what’s going on anyway?”

“You really don’t understand either, Mac,” he questioned. “Do you? Have you ever tried to understand?”

I stood at a loss for words, “Why should I? What have the ever done for God, after all he’s done for them.”

“That’s just it, Mac,” he smiled. “God doesn’t expect anything from them. He gives them free will to love and worship him. Just as he always has with us, His Creation, us his angels. Over a 1/3 of us rebelled when Lucifer choose to, why didn’t you?”

“I love my Creator and wanted to worship Him alone, “I thought.

“Exactly, it’s no different with his children, “he said. “They have the same choice to choose to follow God or follow Lucifer. His heart is broken and his tears shed every time his creation rejects him. His heart rejoices every time they accept Him. You can’t have one without the other.”

Tears flowed from my eyes. It finally all made sense, I finally understood my Creator was one of second chances and filled with love incomprehensible
even to an angel.

Gabel glanced over at me, “So are you coming?”

I glanced at the dishes, they could wait until later.

Business as usual, I smiled as I walked out the door.

“In the same way, I tell you, there is rejoicing in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents."-Luke 15:10

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D. Phenes01/11/07
Showed great creativity. I did not get the following sentence though: "I want to believe that after all that God’s the least they can show is some gratitude. Yet through all this he still loved them and never gave up on them "

Could be me but what is God's? Thanks for sharing
Julie Arduini01/12/07
Very original, great lesson.
Myrna Noyes01/12/07
Great title and a very creative story! There were a few errors that proofreading would take care of, but I enjoyed reading your piece. Thanks for sharing! :)
Donna Powers 01/15/07
An interesting concept. Very creative and I enjoyed this peek into a different sort of kitchen. Keep writing!
Mei Lee01/17/07
Very creative!! I was especially touched to read "I finally understood my Creator was...filled with love incomprehensible even to an angel..." Well said. Amen.
Edy T Johnson 01/20/07
This was a refreshing read---didn't know what to expect next (I think a word or two got accidently dropped after "God's," at least that's how I read it). Thank you for commenting on my writing, too. I appreciate you.