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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Confident (07/05/07)

By mick dawson



Jim’s latest employment took him to Mt. Druitt post office where he found work as a postie.

‘This time would be different’, he thought to himself. This time he would shut his mouth and do his work without looking anyone in the eye. If he was fortunate, then perhaps they would forget he existed and carry on with their own beats.

Shuffling the letters into the pigeon holes, he smirked to himself at the witty, cutting remarks the other posties gave each other across the wide room, when the overseer announced it was time for their compulsory fifteen minute break.

Jim reached under his table and extracted his bible from it to walk into the lunch room where he could find a table in private to read. Ignoring the few postmen that had gathered around the sink to make coffees, he began to read from the psalms.

After perusing the scriptures for several moments, he felt the presence of one of his colleagues brush by and paused to see what he was reading, but continued on as Jim raised his head. He managed to digest two of the psalms when he looked at his watch and realised it was time to return to work.

Jim walked briskly back to his table, where he put away his bible and plucked up another bundle of letters.
The banter began again the same as usual, except this time it took on a different direction.

A skinny red haired postie by the name of Garry opened up with a retort.

“Hey, Jimmy was that the ‘good book’ I saw you reading from?!” he called across the room causing conversations to slow down.

Jim smiled sheepishly, nodding but trying to absorb himself in his work.

“You haven’t gone all religious on us, have you Jimmy?!” called Peter, one of the older posties from near the overseer’s office.

‘Religious?’ he thought. If they joked about him, he could ignore them, but if they asked about his faith, then there was a responsibility to provide an answer.

“I’m not religious, I’m a Christian.”

“What’s the difference?” asked Tony from the table next to him.

“Religion is a set of rules and rituals that someone follows but in the end mean nothing. A Christian has a personal relationship with God, through his son Jesus by accepting his gift of salvation. I now surrender my life to Him and try to live the way He expects of me.”

Dennis, the slight, balding overseer poked his head through the door at that moment.

“I’m a Christian.”

‘Was he?’

Jim decided to take his usual short cut to finding out.

“And how do you become a Christian?”

“You know…doing the right thing, going to church.”

“Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian anymore than going to Macca’s makes you a hamburger.”

“Then what does? And as far as devoting your life to God goes, I’ve seen you swear before and a couple of the others have complained to me about your temper.”

“You’re right about that, but what’s the great revelation? All you’re discovering is, that I’m human too.
I’m no better than anyone else and I make my mistakes the same as any other man. Hang around me long enough and you’ll see more of them, but none of that means I’m hypocritical. It just proves that it is not up to me to earn my way into Heaven, because I can’t. If I could just make up my mind to live my life without sin, then Jesus wouldn’t have needed to die for me.”

…And so the questions were fired across the room at Jimmy for the next half hour by thirty of his fellow workers. He stood alone at the middle of the onslaught yet not fearing the attention he had drawn to himself. Infact a peace had washed over him that he could only attribute to the Holy Spirit.

When at last, the questions had abated, he took up his mail bags and carried them to his bike in the shed they were housed in. The CT- 110 throbbed into life as he slid the saddle bags home on the frame and seated himself while donning his helmet.

As he opened the throttle, he sped off, feeling the wind in his face and in turn, causing him to smile as a revelation struck him…To be one with God is a Majority.

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Phyllis Inniss07/13/07
A great article for a beginner. I like the way you showed the difference between a Christian and one who is just religious, through your dialogue and without preaching. The peace that the postie felt is the peace we get when we stand up for the Lord.
Dee Yoder 07/13/07
I like your answer about not being a hypocrite, just a human. Good story and good points presented!
Brenda Welc07/14/07
I too like the way you described what a Christian was. Well done story.
Lynda Schultz 07/17/07
It was interesting to me to see the change in your main character as you progressed. He seemed very reluctant in the beginning, as though he really didn't want to be noticed, or to witness. But when he was noticed, he didn't hesitate at all. Good application.