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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Obedience (01/31/05)

TITLE: Obedience: But Not for Me
By Jonita (Jay) Johnson
02/02/05


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Obedience is a word for dogs. Obedience is for the strong to rule the weak. Obedience is for the mindless, who can't think for themselves. Obedience only applied to others, not me.

There was a time as a very young child when I was obedient. I did everything I was told. I sat in closets for endless days, being obedient. I endured physical pain beyond a scream being obedient. I lay silently in obedience as my body was misused and abused.

I heard them singing, "Trust and obey for there's no other way, to be happy in Jesus is to trust and obey." Yeah right. I know what obedience will get. Not going there no more, no more, no more, no more. I had my own song. "It's my party and I'll maime if I want to, hurt if I want to, cry if I want to. You would kill too if it happened to you.

I promised myself, and the so called God of heaven or hell, earth or sky that in this life, for me there would never be such a thing as OBEDIENCE. Not for this kid.

Then one day, a not spectacular day, I was walking down the street. No one would dare approach me. Everything about my appearance said 'stay away.' As I walked, I noticed a very old, very short, and very Black woman coming toward me. She looked directly at me, in my eyes, through me to the hurt child. She stopped right in front of me, rested with one hand on her cane, she held the other arm open. She did not speak or laugh, but her lips held the softest hint of a smile; she invited me into her world - I accepted. In three large steps I was in her arms, crying uncontrollablly the cry of a very small, very lonely, terribly hurt human being. The only words she spoke were a whisper, 'Obedience is the first requirement of love.'


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Nancy Hardy02/07/05
What a powerful and moving piece of work. Raw, honest, and real are the three words that come to mind after reading this story. Its length may be short, but it message rich with meaning; it will most assuredly linger. God bless you for sharing it. ~ Nancy
Karen Deikun02/08/05
Wow! This is an amazing story. It left me wanting to know more about the child and the woman who opened her arms. It speaks of God's ability to heal and touch us even when things seem most hopeless. Great job of writing!
Melanie Kerr 02/09/05
Excellent submission! bringing the two concepts of obedience and love together was very insightful. It is who or what we are obedient to that is important.
Joanne Malley02/10/05
Very powerful, for sure. Although the content is somber, your words held so much feeling, yet so much hope.
Joanne
Crista Darr02/10/05
"Love never fails". Excellent writing and testimony. I want to be like that little old lady. If only we all were.