Home Read What's New Join
My Account Login

Read Our Devotional             2016 Opportunities to be Published             Detailed Navigation

The HOME for Christian writers! The Home for Christian Writers!
The Official Writing Challenge



how it works
submission rules
guidelines for
choosing a level


submit your entry
read current entries
read past entries
challenge winners

Our Daily Devotional HERE
Place it on your site or
receive it daily by email.



how it works   Submit

Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Worship (corporate) (10/04/07)

TITLE: A 1974 Church Service
By Preacher Johnson


“Papa, why do you always stop reading in the middle of the verse?”

“Now Evelina we have been through this before. There are eight families in our village that are Christians and we don’t even have a complete Bible, so each family gets four pages and our last page ends in the middle of a verse.”

“When will God give us a Bible of our own?”

“I don’t know Sweetheart, but someday He will.”

“When do we get to go to church again?”

“Oh so many questions from such a little girl. We will be going to church this Sunday.”

“This Sunday! Is it true Papa, this Sunday? Oh I love to go to church!” The seven-year-old, put her hands on her father’s cheeks with eyes full of joy.

“Yes, it’s true, my little Evelina, church is this Sunday. Now, let’s say your prayers and go to bed.”

Little Evelina plopped her body down on a homemade feather mattress that covered a corner of the one room house. Once it was certain that she was asleep, Momma spoke, “Ivan, do you realize that Evelina was not a Daddy’s girl until you told her of Jesus?”

“I know, I know, I just hope her love for Him don’t get her killed someday.”

“Now Ivan, listen to yourself. You shouldn’t let that bother you. Don’t ya remember, it was His love for her that got Him killed?”

Seeing the sunrise Sunday morning gave Evelina even greater anticipation than usual. “Papa, Papa, when will it be time? When is it our turn to go to church?”

“We are one of the last families to go. We are due to leave at 8:40.”

“Oh Papa, can’t we leave earlier, no one will see us.”

“We can’t take that chance Sweetheart. Our time will be here soon enough.”

As the pendulum in the clock went back and forth, back and forth until 8:40, Evelina paced the floor, Momma packed a wicker basket and Papa read and reread the four pages of scripture, he cherished them as much as Evelina did.

At 8:40am Ivan stood at the door. He held one finger over his puckered lips, and it was now time to be silent. The family walked out the door, Ivan in the middle, Momma to his right, Evelina to his left. Momma carried a wicker basket, Evelina held Papa’s hand and Ivan had four pages of Scripture tucked in his left shoe. The family walked west by two homes, into a cow pasture, past a pond, then into the woods.

They reached the clearing twenty minutes after leaving the house. About thirty people, men, women, and children were already there. Everyone hugged Evelina and her parents but no one said a word, no one made a sound. They waited, and another family arrived about twenty minutes later and another twenty-five minutes after that. The church was assembled.

Mrs. Boronski’s husband, an unbeliever, did not come; this made several people nervous. He had turned his back on the meetings so far, but some were afraid he would one day turn them into the Soviet authorities.

Evelina’s eyes were aglow as the congregation hummed some hymns. “To sing would put us at too much risk of being caught.” Papa always said. After humming for an hour, each head of household would take his four pages of Scripture and whisper about what God had showed them in the six weeks they had their particular part. It was a three-hour conversation where no one spoke above a whisper.

Once the “Scripture whispering” was done, they would pray silently, hum one more song, trade Scripture pages and share from the baskets, a communion meal. Families would sporadically at set times head home, so authorities would not be alerted with a large group coming out of the woods at the same time.

Safe at home and a little after dark, Evelina climbed into Ivan’s lap, and he read to her their new four pages of Scripture.

“Papa, when will God give us a Bible of our own?”

“Someday He will, Sweetheart, someday He will.”

The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be right now. CLICK HERE

JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.

This article has been read 729 times
Member Comments
Member Date
William van der Zande10/11/07
Yes, we have come a long way since 1974 and hopefully they received a Bible via the couriers of Open Doors.
Thanks for sharing.
Beckie Stewart10/13/07
Having experienced some time in a previous Soviet country, I had an awesome time worshipping with believers in Kazakhstan. I know that an persecution of the believers for attending church and the concern about unsaved familiy members is real for these folks even in 2007. This story was very real to me, besides being very well written.
Dee Yoder 10/17/07
Well, you just did a wonderful job with this story. I learned something about the fears and secrecy of the persecuted church in Russia (I've read it's starting to get scary for them again) and the characters you created are quite believable. I really like this entry.
Janice Cartwright10/17/07
My eyes and heart were glued to your story from start to finish. Excellent job and heads up for the freedom to worship we take so for granted.
Karen Wilber10/17/07
Such a wonderful story of hope amidst persecution. I was sad and uplifted at the same time because of Evelina's joy. I'm so glad I read this.
Beth LaBuff 10/18/07
Congratulations on your placing. This is really well written. We take so much for granted sometimes. Thanks for the reminder.
Patricia Todd10/18/07
Well done and thank you for what you have written.
Sheri Gordon10/18/07
Congratulations on your 1st place. This is a wonderful take on the topic, and the writing is very good. Nice job.