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

TITLE: Passport Panic
By Shari Armstrong


Jesse went over the list one more time. He didn’t want to forget anything, but he couldn’t go over the weight limit. “Clothes—check. Notebooks and pens—check. Family photos—check. Music discs—check. Player—check. Puzzle book—check. Bible—check. Passport—ch….” He quickly dug through the clothes sorted out on the bed. “Uh oh! I forgot to get it!” He thwapped himself upside the head. “How on earth could I forget my passport?” He looked at his watch. Would he have enough time to get across town, stand in line and still make his flight? Houston traffic was notoriously bad. He grabbed the phone, dialed as he finished throwing things in it.

”Hello, my name is Jesse MacPherson and I’m cutting it close to catch a flight this afternoon, and I forgot to get my passport. I’m going on a missions trip”

A friendly female voice said, “Well, let’s see what we can do for you. Can you get on-line?”

Nodding, he replied, “Yes.” He closed the suitcase and transferred the phone from under his chin into his hand. He sat down and booted up his computer.

“Here’s what we’re going to do, go to our site,” and she rattled off an address. “Fill out the application. We’ll take a photo after you get here. It’ll be ready in minutes.”

”Really?” He could feel the relief flow through his body. He was so excited to be part of this ministry. There had been only one other team to make this trip, as it took a lot of extra training, but it would be worth it. The colony had been recently established, and had actually requested that missionary teams come and help build churches! It was an exciting time. He clicked the mouse and let out the breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.

Jesse jogged through the house; bag in hand, to the front door. He quickly locked the door, hopped in his car, and flew across town. He said a thankful prayer for the express lane. He spied an empty spot just feet from the door. He barely let the car stop running before he jumped out, checked his watch again.

He found the office with little trouble. A line of about a half dozen people was ahead of him. Not too bad, he thought.

A petite middle-aged woman approached him, “Are you Jesse?” She extended her hand, “I’m Carol.”

He shook her hand. “Yes.” He recognized her voice as the lady he spoke with moments ago.

“Follow me.”

He did as she asked. She took his photo and led him to a seat to wait. Before he knew it, she returned with his passport and an envelope. He asked, “Is there anyway I can thank you for moving me ahead of the line?”

She handed him the envelope, “Just give this to my husband and daughter. They went with the Alpha Team.”

He slipped the envelope in his bag. “Wow, how did they get chosen for Alpha Team?”

She smiled a sad smile, “My husband is one of the pastors who volunteered to help lead the first church. I hoped to join them, but we discovered I had some health problems that would prevent my talking the flight. My heart wouldn’t take the strain of it. Since I can’t go, I make sure that I pray and help make the process easier for those that can.”

Jesse smiled, “I’ll be praying for you, too. Maybe once a couple more churches are staffed, they can come home for a visit before long.

”Maybe. There are a lot of people to be reached for Jesus there: the construction crews, scientists, diplomats, and the everyday folk that are starting to be chosen to go. We need to make sure He’s represented there, too.”

He nodded. “Thank you, again I really need to go.”

“Would you have time for a quick prayer?”

Jesse checked his watch, “How can I refuse?”

They held hands and closed their eyes. Carol quietly started, “Dear Heavenly Father, we thank You for the opportunity to serve You. We thank You that the people establishing the science colony have been receptive to Your people and Your word. Be with the faithful who are willing to leave home and go in to a strange land for You. As the moon reflects the sunshine, we pray that Your people will reflect Your Son to those on the moon. In Jesus’ name, Amen.”


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Michelle Burkhardt08/02/05
Moon missions! Very interesting. I enjoyed reading your story.
Pat Guy 08/04/05
This was very creative! I really liked this and feel beginners is not the place for you!
Debra Brand08/04/05
Very clever!
Linda Watson Owen08/04/05
Haha! What a jolt at the end! Way to go!
darlene hight08/06/05
Very good and a nice little twist at the end. I like the idea of missions to the moon.
Amy Michelle Wiley 08/06/05
Great story! Well done!
Crista Darr08/06/05
It's awesome how God sets us up to be blessed by other saints - no need to panic. Good work!
Val Clark08/09/05
Really enjoyed this story, Shari, an optimistic light shining on our future! Well done.
Dear Shari,

Thank you for your kind comments and for taking the time to stop by and ready my story.


M'Kayla Kelly08/20/05
I just read your story. I love it! Who would have guessed the mission field was the moon! Very clever!