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Topic: Melody (08/24/06)
TITLE: A Testimony to Melody
By A. E. Cuthbert
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“Maybe she didn’t come,” she whispered to herself. To her great dismay, a blond headed teenager, about her age, came crawling out from the back seat of the car struggling with her purse. Elizabeth’s face fell.
“This is it. I have to do this.” She gathered all her courage. “Hey, Melody it’s great to see you!” Elizabeth made an attempt at an awkward hug.
“Yeah it’s been quite a few years, hasn’t it?” Melody gave her a heartwarming smile and turned to greet Elizabeth’s parents. Then they all made their way into the yellow farmhouse, with Elizabeth trailing behind. It has been a little over four years since Elizabeth had seen Melody. In fact, she knew how long to the exact day. She was fourteen the last time they spoke.
That evening the family enjoyed a long leisurely meal of roast chicken and potatoes in the country kitchen. Melody and her family seemed to be enjoying themselves, while Elizabeth kept quiet the whole time, wishing the evening were over…wishing that she didn’t have to do what her heart was telling her to do.
When the meal ended, Elizabeth and Melody’s parents went into the parlor for coffee leaving the two girls to talk. The situation that Elizabeth had dreaded was upon her. As Melody chatted about her travels over the last few weeks, a silent war was going on inside Elizabeth’s head.
“You have got to do it Elizabeth!”
“I hardly know her. I would just look like an idiot!”
“Everything is perfect. It’s like the opportunity has been laid in your lap!”
“I am too embarrassed!”
“Do it NOW!”
Melody finished talking to take a sip of her tea, glancing around the cluttered farmhouse. There was an uncomfortable silence between the two of them before Elizabeth gathered all her courage again. Her legs were shaking nervously under the table.
“Why don’t we tell each other our testimonies….about how we came to know the Lord.” Elizabeth was trying to make her voice sound the opposite of what she was feeling. Melody smiled at this.
“Sure, that would be great. I’ll go first.” Melody gave an account of how she was addicted to drugs and alcohol at such a young age when a youth pastor had told her about Jesus. Elizabeth found the story fascinating but her mind kept wondering to what she would say….how she would say it.
“…and that is how I came to know Jesus.” Melody paused with a grin. There was the silence again. “So what is your testimony?” she offered sweetly. Beneath the table, Elizabeth was twisting her fingers together in agony.
“W…w…well,” Elizabeth began nervously. “When I was fourteen some family friends came to visit us for a few weeks during the summer.” She paused, but Melody encouraged her on.
“W…w…well, they had a little girl about my age who spoke to me about Jesus the whole time they were visiting. The way she spoke about Him was so real, and I wanted that relationship so badly that one night in my room…” Suddenly she burst into tears.
“It was you!” Elizabeth sobbed into her hands. “That little girl was you, and it happened when you family came to visit four years ago. I have not been the same person since.”
Melody reached her slender hand across the table, touching the arm of her friend. Elizabeth, embarrassed and with tears streaming down her face, looked up into Melody’s friendly eyes. She took a deep breath and then began the narrative that she had been rehearsing in her mind for years…her testimony to Melody.
*This is a true story. Melody is still my hero.
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