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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Evangelism (11/01/07)

TITLE: Christmas Mornings, Bedtime Stories, and Crayon Drawings
By Paula Titus
11/03/07


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It’s so foggy that I can’t recognize the face, but I see it’s a man. This is terrifying; do I have to do this? Please forgive me Father.

I see him more clearly now, I see tears on his cheek. His expression is nothing short of sheer terror. Yes, I recognize him, can it be? He’s Michael my nephew. Oh Father, what have I done?

He’s looking past my eyes, into my soul. Oh that I wish he could look into my heart. But he can’t, just as he couldn’t before it was too late. My mind is empty; no words can form.

He speaks, “You never warned me.”

“I didn’t, I know. I thought you knew….” my tears are blinding, my heart beats like a thousand drums. “Michael you went to church,” I plea, “How could you not know?”

“I would have listened to you.”

Once again, the man dressed in darkness steps into view. His face speaks of death, he moves like a serpent.

“Can you help me? Please! I don’t want to go with him,” Michael cries out.

The man takes Michael by the arm.

“No, no, please wait, no, let me stay with her, I love her….let go of me!” Michael’s cries pierce the thick fog, echoing into eternity.

I stand alone.

On my knees, pounding my fists into the dirt, memories of Michael flood my mind. Christmas mornings, bedtime stories, crayon drawings. “I didn’t tell him! I didn’t tell him! I didn’t tell him!”

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“Priscilla, Cilla Cilla, wake up wake up!” Matt exclaims.

I am still filled with horror as my eyes open to the voice of my husband. “I was dreaming? Oh thank you thank you Lord. I was only dreaming.”

“Yeah, sounded like a bad one, you okay?” Matt asks.

“Yes, but I have a lot of work to do today.” Indeed I do.


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Therese Witkus11/12/07
Great story, and the second chance is a gift!
terri tiffany11/13/07
I like 'my heart beats like a thousand drums" Very good! Good emotion in the story - good message to all of us. You are very descriptive and write well!