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Topic: Fulfillment (04/06/06)
TITLE: I Am Fulfilled
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Who was this idiot? He needed to be hauled off to a padded cell somewhere. He was obviously insane, a danger to himself and to everyone who encountered him. He reeked of soiled pants and liquor and God knows what else. The torrential rains that flooded the streets, and drenched every living thing as if mother earth was purging her broken heart compounded his scent. I caught his ghastly figure from the corner of my eye as I tried to escape his grasp.
I was tired and annoyed and frightened in concert. My clothes stuck to me like so many bugs on a light bulb. Nevertheless, I couldnít afford to care that the red silk dress and matching jacket was ruined or that Iíll look like a refugee at the awards ceremony honoring my steamy romance bestseller. It took me twenty years to get to this place Ė to be the acclaimed romance writer that the world adored and I was proud of it.
Once I believed I could write clean stories; once I believed people would read them, but I was wrong. I had given my heart to the Lord when I was a stringer at a local newspaper. Young and filled with ideals, I thought I had the world at my feet. Months turned into years and I lost pieces of my soul along the way.
The chatter was getting louder, so I covered my ears to drown it out, but it did not help me. The time of fulfillment is at hand. Repent and believe! Those words were making me insane. I picked up the pace in an effort to lose this maniac that was on my heel like a needy puppy. Through my tears and fears, I missed the small rock formation in front of me and fell to the ground.
It was over Ė I had been defeated. I lied on the wet muddy pavement sobbing without restraint. I felt a hand touch my shoulder. I lifted my tear-stained face to see him smile at me as he stroked my cheek. His countenance changed from gruesome smelling bum to sweet smiling friend. He spoke in loving non-judgmental tones. Repent my child. Come home to me. Iíve been chasing your broken heart in order to heal it.
He lifted me out of the mud. I touched the side of my dress and realized I was no longer dirty or wet. I had been transformed.
He took my hand and walked alongside me. We walked until we arrived on the steps of the theatre where I was receiving my award. I felt his gaze straight through my heart. Then he said be blest.
Somehow winning this award didnít mean much anymore. I turned around to ask Him if he wanted to get a cup of coffee with me, but he was gone. I didnít know what to make of it. Then the wind blew something at my feet. I bent down and picked up a pocket Bible. I opened it to the marked page. It said I am the way the truth and the life. Whoever believes in me shall not perish but have eternal life.
The months passed since that encounter with a stranger. I had undergone a complete transformation. I no longer had the desire to write steamy romance novels. I recommitted my life to the Lord. Nowadays I spend my time writing for a local Christian newspaper. More importantly Ė I no longer measure success by awards - only by the transformed faces I see when I tell this story.
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