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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Hope (05/04/06)

TITLE: SARAH, A CONTEMPORARY ELIJAH
By esther robinson
05/10/06


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News spread like wildfire. Geoffrey, a servant of God visits Lethbridge. People spoke in volumes about this wonder worker. Many called him contemporary Elijah.

Sarah poured all the love that her little heart could hold on this insignificant creature. She followed him like a faithful dog. Inseparable! Just like skin and nail. “Sarah stop playing.” Mom’s high-pitched voice echoed intermittently. Like a screen saver, Sarah would appear obedient for a while. Again she would be found cuddling that abandoned soul.

A cute canary chick cried and hopped helplessly in Sarah’s cot. How it gained entry into her bedroom remained a permanent question. However, Sarah comforted the confounded chirruper. “Don’t be afraid. Welcome home. I’ll be your mother.” The house bustled with activity. Everyone offered valuable suggestions to accommodate this new arrival. Her father lifted it up. “Looks like a male canary.” He told after a thorough examination. After much thought, Sarah christened him Zambeey. “I’ll feed him a handful of green lettuce, dandelion and nasturtium leaves. My friend told me that canaries enjoy little bits of fruit also. I’ll train him for canary shows. One day, surely he will win.” From then on, packed with many dreams, Sarah had something to speak about Zambeey always.

“I am eagerly waiting. The manifestation of God’ s glory through Geoffrey is unbelievable but true.” Cindy, her neighbor exclaimed. “I heard that millions were blessed last year.” Sarah’s mother agreed. “My son Timothy volunteered during the meetings held in South Africa.” A ray of joy flashed, she continued. “The trucks used for transporting lepers from various rehabilitation centers went back loaded with crutches thrown by those who were healed during this meeting. Such mighty and marvelous miracles happened. Every weary soul was filled with the oil of hope and lit by the true light. A book recording all that had happened was recently released.” Cindy attempted to express innumerable incidents but the sudden gush of thoughts blocked the flow. “Perhaps I can read it some day.” Sarah’s mother expressed her desire. “Why not? You can read it today. I have a copy of it.” Cindy responded bubbling with joy. “God’s word like that of a double edge sword is surely living and powerful beyond any doubt. Geoffrey spoke with such authority and there was great rejoicing in that city.”

Sarah sat silently listening their conversation. Holding Zambeey in her hands she wondered. “Surely Dr. Geoffrey must be like Elijah – the man who never died about whom my Sunday school teacher spoke about. ”

A week after Zambeey’s arrival, Dr. Geoffrey, visited Sarah’s hometown. That evening her family members were getting ready to participate in Dr. Geoffrey’s meeting. “Sarah! Get ready.” Mom was behind her. Sarah climbed the stairs holding the chick in her hands. While in a hurry, inadvertently, the canary chick slipped from her hands. It swirled through the space and dropped down dead. She became broken hearted and wept.

The other members of her family could not understand her sticky situation. They threw their burden of haste even upon her. “Let’s go! Come on darling! It’s late. Don’t be much bothered about Zambeey. You can do nothing about him.” With these words they left her for a while. She refused to accompany them looking at the corpse. Nothing consoled her.

Suddenly something struck her tiny brain. “Oh! We are going to Dr. Geoffrey’s revival meeting.” Upon realizing this, she took the lifeless canary chick, put it in a recycled paper bag and without the knowledge of anyone took it along with her. Anxiously she awaited the prayer time. God’s servant looked at the crowd and gave this instruction. “Those who have physical ailments, place your hands on that part. God’s healing power will descend on you now when I pray for you.”

Silently, Sarah felt the bag and put her hands on her pet. The servant of God kept praying. “Lord! I want my Zambeey back.” She muttered and hoped for a miracle. Suddenly life came back. “Cluck! Cluck! Cluck!” Zambeey emerged out of the bag. Sarah jumped with joy to the dismay of everyone gathered there. “My Zambeey! My canary chick! I know that my Lord Jesus Christ is alive and that He listens to prayers.”

This is Sarah’s simple but firm thought about God. He is everywhere. Something called hope burned in Sarah and surely it was not cut off.


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Helen Paynter05/15/06
Sweet story. I was telling my children just tonight that God acres about all the seemingly trivial concerns of children, like the dath of a pet, or riding without stabilisers! I found the first three paragraphs a bit confusing - I think there needs to be a touch more explanation, or slight re-ordering. But good work.
Edy T Johnson 05/15/06
You are a good storyteller. Your train of thought is sometimes just a bit hard to follow. My suggestion: let someone else read, outloud, what you write. Between the two of you, you will spot those areas needing to be reworked, edited, you know: the drudgery of the rewrite! God bless your efforts!