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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Angry (08/02/07)

TITLE: The Assignment
By Stacey Thaeler


Grace threw her car keys on the worn oak table and dropped onto the couch. Closing her eyes, she smiled when Ron kissed her forehead

“Long day?”

“Mmmmm. You have no idea.” She leaned over and snuggled against him. When a chugging sound came from the kitchen, she opened one eye and looked at her husband.

“You made coffee?”

“Your favorite. I’ll be right back.”

Leaning against the couch, eyes closed, Grace reminded herself again what a wonderful husband the Lord had given her (and He would bring him to salvation). It would be nice to nap right where she was, but there was that paper for class to write, and...oh, that’s right. Tonight was the prayer meeting at church. Hmmm.... She really was tired. The paper was due in three days and she hadn’t started it. She’d attend service Sunday morning and participate in small group Sunday night. It wasn’t necessary that she show up tonight, was it?

“Here you go...a mug of coffee and a piece of apple pie.”

“You made a pie?” She raised an eyebrow.

He grinned sheepishly. “Hey, if I’m going to be here anyway to talk to the repairman, I might as well make myself useful. Are you going to church tonight?”

“I don’t think so.”

Later that evening, Grace turned on her computer and opened her Bible to the book of Revelation. She was going to get this paper finished if it took her all night. Turning the thin pages, she came to chapter two. In the warm glow of the desk lamp, she started reading the letters to the seven churches. As she sipped a fresh mug of coffee, she wondered how the Ephesians could have abandoned their first love, or how those in Pergamum could accept false teaching.

Verse eleven of chapter three...yes, Jesus was coming quickly, and we are to hold on to what we have so no one takes our crown. Then we will be a pillar in the sanctuary of God, in the new Jerusalem. Oh, what a glorious hope we have!

A moth fluttered against the window outside. She glanced at it, sipped her coffee, and then continued reading.

Verse fifteen...I know your works, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish that you were cold or hot. So, because you are lukewarm, and neither hot nor cold, I am going to vomit you out of My mouth.

She stopped reading and stared at the moth, furiously trying to gain entrance. If the Ephesians, who had abandoned their love of Him, didn’t repent, Jesus would remove their lampstand. But those who are cool and dispassionate about Him, Jesus would vomit out of His mouth.

Not just have their light put out, but spit clean away from Him.

Glancing down, she caught sight of verse twenty: I stand at the door and knock. Jesus’ angry rebuke was for their good, so they would wake up from their I-can-take-care-of-myself attitude and let Him inside.

She also knew the rebuke was for her; the paper could wait. Prayer and unity in the body of Christ was more important. Dropping to her knees, she repented and asked the Lord’s forgiveness.

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Brenda Welc08/12/07
Well written and you brought to life a very important point. Those are verses my pastor dwells on often. Good writing.
Dee Yoder 08/17/07
You have a way with words and an easy, conversational tone in your story. Good job.