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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Passport (07/25/05)

TITLE: Passport From the King
By Justin Glenn


Three men walked up to the customs desk in order to pass through to the next country. As they approached they saw a sign that read, “PLEASE HAVE PASSPORTS READY.” They all began digging in their pockets.

The first man finally found his passport in his briefcase. It was buried deeply under all of his papers and files and contracts that proved to everyone how important he was. He arrived at the desk holding his passport in his hand.

“May I see your passport, please,” the receptionist asked.

With a smile, the businessman handed her his passport. “This shouldn’t be any problem,” he said, “I can get into any place that I like with that passport.”

But the receptionist frowned at the passport and then looked up at the important businessman. “I’m sorry, sir, but this passport is not valid here.”

“There must be some mistake! That passport cost me millions of dollars and most of my life to get!”

“We only accept passports issued by our King,” the receptionist replied.

At that, the businessman stormed away punching numbers into his cell phone.

The second man smiled and shook his head at the trouble that the first man experienced.

“Some people just can’t seem to understand that one must be in harmony with the universe and one with Nature. Temper tantrums get us nowhere.”

Approaching the customs desk, the second man thought about the many religions and spiritual traditions that he had participated in. I know that I can get into any place. I have all the bases covered.

“May I see your passport, please,” the receptionist asked.

With a smile, the spiritualist handed her his passport. “This shouldn’t be any problem,” he said, “I have been to many places and have always been welcome.”

But the receptionist frowned at the passport and then looked up at the spiritualist. “I’m sorry, sir, but this passport is not valid here.”

With only a slight reduction in his wide smile, the spiritualist, reaching down to the floor where a very large bag sat, said to the receptionist, “Well, if that one doesn’t work, then try this one.” Placing the bag on the counter, he reached in and retrieved another passport. This one he also handed to the receptionist.

“We only accept passports issued by our King,” she replied.

“None of my passports will work here? But I spent my whole life searching and testing out various religions and gods. They all gave me passports. I was told that I could get into any place with all of these.”

The receptionist shook her head with a sorrowful expression, and the spiritualist quietly walked away.

After seeing the first two men turned away, the third man was worried. He knew the first man was an important businessman with lots of power and money, and he knew the second man was a wise spiritualist, highly regarded around the world. He had nothing like that to offer. On top of that, he thought and thought but could not remember ever having received a passport.

“May I see your passport, please,” the receptionist asked.

With a worried frown, the man replied, “I seem to have lost my passport. Actually, I don’t recall ever receiving one.”

“Just a second, sir, let me look in the Book.”

She reached under the counter and pulled out an enormous volume. The receptionist flipped through the pages until she apparently found the one she was looking for.

“Ah, here we are. Oh, good, here’s your name.” She then pulled out a drawer and took a passport form it. “Your passport is right here. It is one issued by the King, Himself, because He knows you.”

“Yes, the King. I know Him, too.” Then a startled expression came on his face and he asked, “Will I get to meet Him?”

“He’s waiting for you inside,” the receptionist said with a grin.

The man wasted no time; he ran inside to see his King.

The other two men saw this and began to protest, not understanding why their passports were not accepted.

The grin gone from her face, the receptionist explained, “I’m sorry, but your names are not written in the Book. That means that the King doesn’t know you. You may not enter.”

But He will say, ‘I tell you, I don’t know you or where you’re from. Get away from Me, all you workers of unrighteousness.

Luke 13:27 (HCSB)

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darlene hight08/01/05
Great truth!
Fenny West08/01/05
This is a good article fro a tract with a little addition at the end that could solicit response, or a searching question to keep the reader thinking.
Well done.
Michelle Burkhardt08/02/05
I liked your story. Well, written about He is the only way! Nice job.
Nina Phillips08/02/05
I reallllly liked your story! loved it.--except for one itsy thing overlooked. Scripturally--only Jesus can open the book. The receptionist is good in the story--the writing excellent, but to be true to the way by representation. She would not be able to open the book. Very awesome story though! God bless ya, littlelight
Shari Armstrong 08/06/05
I love this! Well written. It's a shame so many people would rather believe the lie.
Scott Hesch09/02/05
that was great