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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: White (10/29/09)

TITLE: White Light


Ten-year-old Becky finished her breakfast of oatmeal and raisins as fast as humanly possible. She yelled for her five other siblings to hurry up, “Grandpa and Grandma will be here any minute to take us to church.” Becky was eager to learn more about the miracles Jesus did when he was on earth. Mrs. Sample, her Sunday School teacher, was really nice and made the lessons lots of fun, and gave them cookies when they finished.

Honk! Honk! “Hurry everyone. They’re here.” Becky helped the younger ones get their shoes and jackets on, and rushed them out the door. "Stop yelling about who sits by the door, Susie and Billy!" she shouted. "Just get in and scoot over." She hopped in and slammed the door in her excitement. That brought a stern look from Grandma in the front seat. Becky apologized, "Sorry, Grandma. I will be more careful next time."

The children tried to contain themselves as they followed their grandparents up the steps and into the church. There was old Mr. Wilson at the door to greet them with sweet treats. They found the nearest empty pews and sat down. Everyone prayed and sang songs and then went to their separate Sunday school classes.

“Today we will learn about how Jesus died on the cross for our sins.” Mrs. Sample announced. “Because we are all sinners and we all have a sinful, human nature, Jesus had to pay the price for us so we do not have to. It is important to understand that when Jesus took all of our sins upon himself, He was separated from His Heavenly Father for the first time ever. He could not see Him or feel His presence. He was all alone.”

“Matthew 27:45 and 46 tells us, ‘Now from the sixth hour there was darkness over all the land unto the ninth hour.’ That means from noon until three o’clock in the afternoon it was very dark.”

As Mrs. Sample was reading about the darkness, Becky noticed that the lights seemed to be getting dimmer. She glanced over at the little window in the upper left corner of the room, and the sun’s light was no longer shining through it. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest as the teacher continued. “Then about three o’clock, Jesus cried out, ‘Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?' That means My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?” Soon after, Jesus died.

Becky felt hot tears rolling down her cheeks as the teacher went on, “They laid Jesus in the tomb and He rose to life again three days later. If we ask forgiveness of our sins and ask Jesus to be the Lord of our lives, when we die we will go to Heaven to be with Him. If we refuse to believe that Jesus is God’s Son who died for our sins and we reject Him as our Savior, we will be cast into the fiery pit of Hell. We will be eternally sorry that we refused God’s gift of His Son and His forgiveness, but it will be too late. Our torment will be to forever watch those who accepted Jesus in Heaven, knowing we can never be there.”

“Mrs. Sample,” Becky said insistently. “I want Jesus in my heart. How do I do that?”

Mrs. Sample busied the other children with reading their lesson, while she led Becky to a chair in the back of the room. Becky closed her eyes, folded her hands and repeated after her teacher: “God, I believe that Jesus is your Son who you sent to die in my place for my sins.” Through her closed eyes, Becky could see a bright white light gradually coming back into the room.

“I ask you to forgive me of my sins right now, and I ask Jesus to come into my heart and be Lord of my life. Thank you, God. Thank you, Jesus. Amen.” Becky felt so peaceful and calm; she could feel Jesus giving her a big hug. She opened her eyes and the room was all lit up again with the sun shining brightly through the little window. For a brief moment, she wondered if it really did get dark before.

She could hardly wait to share her good news with everyone. “And, gee whiz, maybe if mommy and daddy come to church and say the prayer they will feel this happy too!” Becky hoped.

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Margaret Kearley 11/11/09
Thrills your heart doesn't it? A lovely reminder of God at work in the lives of young children and the many faithfulm 'Mrs Sample's'.
Marie Fink11/11/09
I like that grandparents are picking up the children for church rather than someone else. Good example of what can happen in Sunday School classes and the hope that it brings to young ones who then will share the gospel with others, especially their parents. Good work.