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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Write in the MYSTERY genre (04/05/07)

By Kathy Harder


The journey had been challenging and I was suddenly overcome with complete weariness and an insatiable thirst. Approaching the city gates an unexpected silence met me and permeated the air. Something seemed strangely out of place and my eyes instantly started searching for clues among the scene that was laid out before me. A sense of forewarning and apprehension began to invade my innermost soul. My steps slowed as I began to absorb and to notice the obvious.
There seemed to be an unusually large collection of Roman soldiers stationed at the city gate. Garbed in their brightly polished uniforms they appeared anxious and anticipating immediate service. Off to one side stood a small circle of Jewish women who were drawn closely together and quietly weeping.
This week of Passover was known for its joyous celebrations and jubilant praises. It was a time of thankfulness and remembrance to mark the exodus of the Hebrews from captivity in Egypt. The scene before me was absent of any such joy.
I was beginning to conclude that things had once again gone awry inside the city walls of Jerusalem. Passover week brought hundreds of thousands of people to the city to celebrate the festival. The Roman government, anticipating trouble, always supplied ample soldiers and guards to oversee the daily happenings. Riots had been known to erupted suddenly in the vast crowd of multicultural visitors and the Roman government reacted by closing down all festivities and temple activity. My formed conclusion was reached with disappointment as I had been looking forward to enjoying this years' festival.
Passing through the gates I strolled purposefully toward the household that my message was intended. Heading up the stone road I noticed a group of women mourning and weeping over what seemed to be a blood stain on the ground. It appeared that one of their loved ones had been struck down at that spot and seriously injured. Continuing up the path I came across many similar scenes of weeping women gathered around a blood soaked spot on the road. Sounds of mourning began to fill the air. It became obvious that this Passover would be registering a tragedy.
It was then that I noticed drops of blood leading up the roadway. It appeared someone badly injured had slowly made their way past here and I wondered what their downfall had been.
Arriving at my destination I delivered my message and awaited the reply. People were speaking of a crucifixion that was occurring on the hill. A man named Jesus had been tried by the courts and was condemned to die.
By the details of the events being retold I immediately recalled meeting this man. My travels had provided many encounters. I remembered the opportunities to listen in on his enthralling storytelling, to observe his genuine concern for all he met, and to witness his extraordinary healing powers. These healings that I witnessed were beyond comprehension and absolutely amazing. This Jesus certainly possessed and exhibited godly powers and these encounters always left me deep in thought and wonder. Could he be the long awaited Messiah? The One the prophets had spoken? Condemned to die? But how could someone so loving and gentle become a victim of crucifixion? What charges could anyone possibly have against him?
Deep in thought, I was hardly even aware of the daylight sky shifting and becoming ominously dark. The noisy confusion arising from the streets quickly grasped my full attention. What was happening here? With my thoughts still on Jesus I could not help but immediately connect this strange dark phenomenon to his crucifixion.
Suddenly a thought penetrated deep into my mind and quickly overwhelmed me. My feet started moving quickly towards the Golgotha Hill. Expectation and anticipation began to fill my very being as I began to run towards the cross. If it was the Messiah he would surely be staging and performing the biggest miracle of all on that hill. I was suddenly filled with an overpowering desire to somehow be a part of this miracle. I had to get to the cross.

I did not know that it would be days later before I would fully understand the greatest miracle ever seen. No longer a messenger of man; I have now become a Messenger of God.

For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. John 3:16 NIV

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Donna Powers 04/12/07
A wonderful retelling of this wonderful time. Good job.
Jacquelyn Horne04/13/07
Great story of what may have happened during the time of the death of Jesus Christ.
Terry R A Eissfeldt 04/14/07
I really enjoyed this - even when I knew how the story was going to go- I had to keep reading to enjoy your captivating style.