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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Achoo (04/11/13)

TITLE: ON Bended Knee
By Deborah Sampson


If you knew me you would know how quiet and proper I am, you would know that I strive and do things the correct way, never wavering, determined to keep things running smooth.

I am a church secretary and I also clean the church. I volunteer as much as I can for just about anything concerning church. You see, I love my Lord and Savior.

I never been married and I don’t have a family, except for my Aunt Doris who now is pushing eighty-nine years old. I still visit her in her home.

She does not get out much now, and usually not with me. She had been a very out-spoken woman and had made enemies of many people in her day. It was just in the last few months on one of her good days, she gave her heart to the Lord. I could see the change in her attitude. She finally knew what the whole schemes of things were about.

I knew that if Aunt Doris would have found the Lord in her life sooner, she would have been quite the women in her day. We would have seen a different person. She was also a prim and proper lady. Aunt Doris worked in a bank the last few years before she retired, and the stories she told was anything from delightful to horrible. She was head teller there.

On my last visit she told me something that really surprised me.

“Lillian, I want to go to church, not just any church but your church. Pick me up this Sunday. I’ll be ready.” The look on her face let me know that she was quite serious.

“Are you sure Aunt Doris, you’ll be up and about for a few hours.” I cautioned her.

“Lillian, yes I am sure, and in fact let’s go to lunch afterwards, my treat.”

“Are right, I’ll be here at nine- thirty, church starts at ten a.m.”

I left her home feeling a little light-headed, what had I got myself into? Too late now, this should prove very interesting. Maybe she would forget she wanted to go. Immediately I felt bad for my thoughts, I really would love for my aunt to come with me. ‘I am leaving it your hands, Lord’.

As I knocked on my Aunt’s door, my mind kept racing, what this day would bring I didn’t have a clue.

“Hi Aunt Doris, I see you are all ready to go.”

“I am indeed, get my Bible on the table dear, and let’s be off.”

My Aunt had such a peaceful expression on her aged, but pretty face.

We were at the church in record time and soon walking up the sidewalk. As the introductions were made things went very well, I wanted to set in my usual seat, but Aunt Doris pushed me toward the front. We sat about three from the front. My, this was new to me.

The message was good and my Aunt seemed to enjoy it thus far, the Pastor was asking all that wanted to come and kneel on bended knee and pray.

To my surprise my Aunt walked down to the alters, I followed her; many that day came while others prayed at their seats. It became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

To my horror I coughed and then sneezed. The ‘achoo’ echoed all over the sanctuary. What was worse I did it three more times. I am not a quiet sneezer!

My Aunt Doris couldn’t resist, in a loud whisper she said. “Lillian dear, blow your nose so you don’t disrupt prayer time anymore. Prim and Proper ladies refrain from sneezing.”

I felt mortified, my Aunt had no right to say this especially now.

At that precise moment, my Aunt sneezed too. I tried hard to refrain from laughing but I couldn’t, my Aunt looked at me and bursted out laughing too. We put our arms around one another and went back to our seats.

I wanted to apologize to the church for what happened, but the Pastor beat me to it.

“Ladies, sometimes we cannot control the things that happen, and even the beautiful laughter you two had, somehow it blest my soul. Thank-you ladies.” He said as he dismissed the congregation.

“Lillian dear, let’s go get some lunch.” It felt good to be here as they said their good-byes on their way out. “And Lillian dear, pick me up next week. Eh, please.”

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Judith Gayle Smith04/19/13
Most enjoyable! Your title is superb.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 04/20/13
I love this story! You did a wonderful job of bringing the characters to life. It felt very real, much like I was in the church watching.

Just some tiny red ink. When using words like Aunt or Pastor as a name it starts with a capital letter, but once you put the word my or the before it ,it's no longer a proper noun and should start with a lower case letter. I also noticed you used set instead of sit. I remember the difference because sit is something I do so it has an I in it, but set is something I do to so etching else like set the table. :-)

Overall, I think you did a delightful job in telling this great story. I wouldn't be surprised if we all can remember either being mortified by a sneeze at an important moment or breaking out in giggles in church. You showed that God has a way of handling things and has a nice sense of humor as well. I enjoyed this from beginning to end.