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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: The Kingdom of God (03/12/09)

TITLE: Mirror Image
By Dena Wilson
03/18/09


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The grime covered minivan pulled into the church parking lot, the brakes making their familiar worn squeal. Before the engine had time to stop spinning a purpose driven woman, Marge, jumps from the captains seat barking out orders to her children.

“Hurry up comb your hair Katie; you are a picture of God’s kingdom. Children, carry something inside put it all in the café then find you something to eat.”

“What is God’s Kingdom?” asked Katie.

“Showing God’s love here on earth. Ask Minister Blake when you are in children’s church, I don’t have the time to explain, I have to prepare lunch. The youth are counting on me to raise money,” said Marge, Katie’s mother.

Marge herds her children into the church and starts preparing the breakfast items to sell. Marge has her smile plastered on but is grumbling in her mind, ‘I can not believe Cory is not here setting up the coffee station. Not only is he the youth minister, but Vickie is in the choir, practice starts at 8:30. Being Cory’s wife she should set a better example to the youth.’

“Marge”

Marge swishes her hand by her ear like she is shooing away a pesky mosquito. ‘Nine in the morning, where is everyone. Doesn’t anyone have enough commitment to church to arrive an hour early? Lunch needs to be cooked by 11:30, where is my helper? If I were to leave this church nothing would ever get done. Great, here comes the choir, they will all want to eat then talk. Who has time to talk? I must be about God’s work, and I must be the only one that cares, since Brenda is to busy picking up teenagers to bring to church than to help me.’

“Blessed Daughter”

Marge swishes her hand by her ear like she is shooing away a pesky mosquito, and begins to prepare lunch. ‘The food will be cold I wish Pastor would hurry up. Doesn’t he remember the meal? Good they are clapping, about time. Why won’t these people hurry back here and eat? Must they stand around and fellowship? I want to clean up and leave. I have been here longer than anyone else and will be here after everyone leaves.’

“Marge”

Marge again swishes her hand by her ear like she is shooing away a pesky mosquito. ‘Pastor will arrive late; I will just scrape together what is left for him so I can clean up.’
Marge marches down the hall, ‘Why must the café have no hot water? I have to drag all the dishes into the kitchen to wash them. My children are off playing; my husband is talking to Sister Linda, as the pastor wife she should be about God’s work not flirting with Bob. Oh look, Brenda is not washing the dishes but talking to the new family, I just knew I was the only dedicated one.’

“Marge, daughter”

Shaking her head Marge sets the dishes on the counter with enough noise to capture Brenda’s attention, and scoops up the crock-pot in her right arm and grabs the glass measuring cup in her left hand to return them to the café. ‘It must be nice to chit chat all day some of us have to do God’s ….’

Clink, Clink, Clink….

The glass measuring cup and crock-pot lid tumble down the hall. Marge found herself sitting on the cold tile floor, thinking ‘How did I fall?’ Her left knee and right arm are in immense pain, and her jarred brain took a moment to register that her thumb was bleeding.

“Be still, Daughter, see my Kingdom’s work.”

Bob rushes to her side, gently helps her up, and wraps a protective arm around her waist helping her to the restroom with Linda trailing behind giving out advice and encouragement. Vickie dashes out to her car for the first aide kit then joins them in the restroom. Linda helps nurse as Bob doctors her thumb, and Vickie uses her gift of gab to keep Marge distracted. Upon leaving the restroom Marge notice that Brenda, the youth and her children have cleaned the café better than she had for awhile.

Marge sat with tears streaming down her face, “God forgive me; I have ignored you. I am to show your kingdom to others through my life. I have been a mirror of this world and its thinking.”

Marge voice broke as she spoke to the loving people around her, “I have been false please forgive me.”


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Mary Lou Cook03/19/09
Enjoyed the way God kept calling to Madge and she kept doing her thing, not His. God finally got her attention. Ouch!
Marty Wellington 03/22/09
Good story line; enjoyable read. I noticed some tense switches and a few structural things. Just PM me if you'd like to know more. Blessings~
Sharon Laughter 03/25/09
We need to be reminded to serve in our giftings, not work to score points! I love your boldness and daring to infer that a loving God would get our attention that way! Halelujah! Good writing is useless without good concepts!