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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Gifts (of the Spirit or service) (11/22/07)

TITLE: Take Two, They're Small
By Tim Pickl


Whispers of winter winds blew through the snow on that cold, late autumn day. Across the street from the coffee house, I heard children giggling as they frolicked in the snow.

I was meeting my Pastor for coffee (he had tea!) that afternoon, because I needed to talk to him about a major decision.

Coincidentally, we met each other on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant.

Pastor Rick greeted me, “Hi there Tom!” and embraced me with a big bear hug.

I returned the favor, “I love you, Pastor.”

“I love you, too.”

We went inside and sat down. He already knew a little about my situation, but I wanted to give him some more details and get his counsel.

“Pastor…” I started thoughtfully. He just tilted his head, listening, as he stirred sweetener into his coffee. I always go to my comfort zone—which is humor--when I’m nervous, so I pointed to the sweetener and said, “My friend always says, ‘Take two, they’re small.’” We laughed together.

“I wanted to meet you today, because—as you’ve probably heard—I wanna get married.“

“Congratulations!” he said with a smile, and a short laugh.

I nervously laughed with him, but then seriously said, “I’m concerned though…because all of my life, I start things and I never finish them. I guess you could say I’m scared. Or maybe…well…should I do this? What do you think?”

“First of all, Tom, thanks for talkin’ to me. I know this is hard. Getting married is a huge step—a big commitment. I do have a word of wisdom for you, though—“

“Oh, really? I’ve been praying….”

“Yes, I have been too. Go ahead--get married, but always remember this: she’s always right. If you humble yourself and always love her as Christ loves the church—as He loves you—you will have a happy marriage. Happy wife, happy life.”

I couldn’t help it: I started crying. The waitress stopped by, and refilled our cups. She noticed something different about us.

The Holy Spirit was working!

“Would you like somethin’ to eat?” the waitress asked.

“Not for me…how about you, Tom?”

Wiping tears from my eyes, I confidently answered, “Actually I have somethin’ for you. Do you believe in God?”

“Yes, I do. Why do you ask?”

I didn’t know this lady! I went on under the anointing of God with a word of knowledge.
“Only God knows all the reasons why He calls someone home, perhaps earlier than we thought He should. Your mother was sick for many years, and you—“

The waitress started crying. “How do you know this? I...I don’t understand…”

“God knows and He sent us here to tell you that He cares.” Pastor Rick simply said.

“--you took care of her all those years. You wondered why and when it would all end. Jesus took her home at His appointed time. “ Then, I spoke in great faith, “Today is your day for a healing of all the hurt you feel inside.”

The waitress—we found out her name is Sheila--happened to be done with her 6 a.m. to 3 p.m. shift, and she sat down at our table, and listened intently.

And cried.

Then we all held hands and prayed and the gift of healing flowed from God through us to Sheila. She let go and put her head into her hands and started sobbing. She grabbed a napkin and wiped her face, whispering, “Thanks… I was just prayin’ about this last night. Could you also pray for my kids? I’m just a waitress, and a single mom, I just got outta prison and I hafta give up my kids. I have 2 kids…”

Pastor Rick gently took Sheila’s hand again. We prayed for Jesus to intervene in a working of miracles.

I spoke a word of prophecy, “Your children will be okay. I will adopt them.”

“Hey, keep it down out there!” yelled the Manager.

Then, the discernment of spirits kicked in, “Come on, let’s walk outside, just for a minute.”

“Okay, go ahead. I gotta get my things…” Sheila said.

We stepped outside, and I spoke in the gift of tongues. Pastor Rick had the interpretation of tongues: “My sons, I AM pleased with your willing submission to My Spirit. Remember the greatest gift of all--Remember My love.”

“Should I do it, Pastor? Should I adopt Sheila’s kids?”

“Take two, they’re small.”

We laughed together, as Sheila walked out, smiling.

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LauraLee Shaw11/29/07
ooooo, love that ending!!!!
Janice Cartwright11/30/07
Nice entry to demonstrate multiple gifts. I think in this instance your dialogue would be more effective if you dropped dialect for all but the waitress. Good conclusion!
Jan Ackerson 11/30/07
Good piece as an introduction to the spiritual gifts. I'm not sure that all of them are often manifested in such a short amount of time, but the piece works, almost as an allegory.
Joanne Sher 12/01/07
I also love the ending (and therefore the title!) - neat take on the topic overall.