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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Home Group (11/29/07)

TITLE: Cloudburst
By JoAnne Potter
12/04/07


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The storm gathered that Wednesday evening, right on schedule. One by one, expectant men and women found places around the room and, after initial murmurs, fell silent. The Holy Spirit, the evening’s invited guest, entered the place prepared for Him as still as the pause between lightning and thunder.

It began with one thin prayer. “Father God, heavenly King, hear our pleas…..” The supplication gathered momentum and became a vapor that rose in chorus as voices joined one another. First came praise, “You reign in might and power, Oh God, and we glorify your Holy Name;” then repentance, “Forgive me, Oh Lord, for my disobedience and selfish sin;” and thanks, “You have generously provided, Lord Jesus. Thank you, Oh, Lord.”

The prayers, like condensation, rode a thunderhead, piercing its anvil-flat top, clinging to particles of hope, nuclei of faith. They rose in a great plume toward the heavenlies, where they coalesced from tiny droplets into running atmospheric streams of living water. Behind and below, pressure continued to build from constant ascending petition.

“Remember your servants…”
“Protect us from the evil one…”
“Cleanse my heart….”

The surge created a great wind, twisting and circling, occasionally whispering into this ear or that heart. From there, it raced directly to the throne of the Almighty. Finally, when the weight of the storm’s acquired power exceeded its energy, it fell in a torrent. The Holy Spirit, heavy and transcendent, blanketed the gathered company, now prone and still. They had no more words and needed none.

One by one, each man and woman rose to go home, mercifully refreshed, but not drowned. Another Wednesday night.

“For where two or three come together in my name, there am I with them.” Matt 18:20


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Jan Ackerson 12/07/07
Wow! Wait, let me think of a better word...no, just WOW! This is absolutely, posi-toot-ly WOW!
Joanne Sher 12/08/07
Beautifully done. Just lovely.
Emily Gibson12/09/07
Incredible!
Sheri Gordon12/10/07
Wow! (Oh, I see Jan already used that.) This is so amazing. An incredible amount of power packed into a small piece. I felt the Holy Spirit surging through me just reading this. Really great job with the topic.
terri tiffany12/11/07
Excellent!! Very vivid and hit the topic square on!! Your details were beautiful! I picked this story due to its title and was immediately rewarded!
Joanne Sher 12/14/07
Congratulations, JoAnne, on placing seventh in your level!
Yvonne Blake 12/18/07
No RED PEN from me. I love the imagery.
Talk about "Showers of Blessing"
Well written.
Catrina Bradley 12/19/07
I couldn't find anything deserving of red ink. Wow describes it pretty good. ;) Cat