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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: End (02/13/06)

By esther robinson


“I truly deserve an appointment with God” told my sister Sheeba with all sincerity. “Why do you talk of something that is quite impossible” responded my younger sister Joy. Entering the conversation, “Now I’ll play the role of God and why don’t you make known those matters that are tormenting your mind. Perhaps God might speak through me and answer all the waves called ‘whys’ that keep slashing the shores of your mind” told my youngest sister Rachel.

I sat on a cream coloured cushion chair with my newly born child named Sharon clinging to my shoulders. The following questions kept flashing in my inward eye, “What would be the outcome of this idle talk? I know that idle talk never cooks any rice. Should I stop this? Or, shall I wait until it comes to an end all by itself without my interference? It is quite interesting...” Finally I decided, “Let me wait and watch the progress of this conversation.”

“Even a kid of an elephant begins to walk and search for food after a couple of hours following its birth. Why has God made man very helpless and entirely dependent?” strongly and in a shrieking tone came a statement bearing the punch of a spear from Sheeba. “It’s true that we are helpless and that is how God wanted us to be” softly surged these words in a sing-song manner from the heart of Joy. “Well is that the matter of great concern?, trying to sensibly play the role of God, Rachel rattled, “It is very simple! God desires a difference between those that have five and less sense and man who has the wonderful gift of reasoning”.

“How I wish we also had no tummy. That would put an end to all the confusion prevailing in this wonderful world” very thoughtfully told Sheeba. “You have spoken nothing unique. This has been the question of many scholars, a puzzle with no answer for people and truly the wish of all of us” told Joy. “There is nothing called ‘End’. I have heard the principal of my college say, ‘the end to one problem is the genesis of another’ thus spoke Rachel.

Suddenly the conversation came to an abrupt halt and all of them looked at me. “Who will take care of Sharon?” snapped Sheeba. Only then I came to my senses. I had been on maternity leave and there were hardly a few days left for resuming secular work. This question has been replaying in my mind for quite sometime, “Who will take care of Sharon?” Like every mother, I also place my trust in God for Sharon’s divine protection. He alone is totally taking care of her. Simultaneously the following thoughts cris-crossed my mind. By the grace of God my husband and I are placed in good establishments. Yet we are called to run a rat race and often are unable to put an end to the question, ‘Are we living or just existing?’ Anything having life that enters the cosmos comes bearing the tag ‘end’ along with it. The only one who has no end is the Almighty God who is not bound by time.

Finally we decided that Sharon’s paternal great grandma would take care of her. Everyone reluctantly agreed. When we all thought the question has at last ended, there arose this question, “Who will take care of her?” “We will think about this matter later on. It’s time for lunch now” came the sweet voice of my mother.

While I kept pondering over this conversation what my youngest sister Rachel uttered made some sense to me. I nodded my head and said, “Truly, there is nothing called ‘End.’ The end to one problem is the genesis of another.”

Suddenly I heard a voice. God seated on His throne above loving said, “My child why trouble yourself by trying to put an end to the problems existing in the world. Look upto the things above and then you will reflect Me on earth. Nothing binds Me and I have no end. I will turn all your sorrow into joy.”

With this assurance the dawn entered into dusk eagerly waiting for another dawn without an end.

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Marilyn Schnepp 02/23/06
A very creative idea and some brilliant phrases got lost in the maze of "who said what to whom"? When you have dialogue among that many different people, you need to break it down into paragraphs, sentences, etc. to make it clear Who Is speaking, etc. However, as I said, it's creative and has great potential with a little work on the paragraphing and verbal aspects. Thanks for sharing.