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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Handout (04/14/11)

TITLE: TEARS ON A HANDOUT
By Jean Beier
04/17/11


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The tears were streaming down my face that cold fall day, as I drove home from church. Funny how I canít even remember what had happened to cause the tears and heartache. But isnít that the way it is with many of our bumps in life.

As I had often done, I was praying my poor me, and why God, prayer. Usually I would feel Godís arms enfold me, and His comforting assurance indwelling my heart. But on this particular late Sunday morning, God had no patience with my poor me attitude.

My eyes were drawn to the pamphlet lying on the passengerís seat. The picture of the woman on it, hit me emotionally, like a ton of bricks. The pamphlet was one of several handouts that were distributed via the churchís sister table.

It was almost impossible to keep my concentration on my driving. I believe it was supernatural protection that got me back home safe and sound. Once home I took up the pamphlet and peered at the picture of the woman. She looked to be a young woman, perhaps in her early twenties. She was blessed with a rich chocolate completion, huge dark eyes, and full lips. Any man or woman would describe her as beautiful.

What made this womanís photo strike at my heart strings were the giant alligator tears that streamed down her lovely face. Her eyes held nightmarish hurt in them. Her hair and eyebrows were black. Sweat rested on her nose and upper lips, indicating to me that she lived in a hot and maybe desert country. She wore a red covering over her head and around her chin.

As I held the handout in my hands and looked into the womanís eyes, the tears in my eyes welled up again. Only this time they were not the self pitying tears earlier shed. God had caught my attention to a plight much greater than I had ever known. At the same time He placed a prayer burden upon my heart, one that I still carry with me.

The pamphlet that I held in my hand was one of the 10/40 Window prayer handouts. This one was for women and the girl child in the 10/40 window. The pamphlet explained that the 10/40 window consists of a rectangular-shaped area extending from West Africa to East Asia, from the ten degrees to forty degrees north of the Equator. It is said that 4 billion people live in this area and 90% of the poorest of the poor. One point six billion of them have never had the chance to hear the Gospel of Jesus Christ. The pamphlet also contained a guide of prayer needs for women and the girl child.

My eyes kept going back to the picture of the woman with the alligator tears. Under the picture read these words: ďI WILL NOT KEEP SILENTÖI WILL NOT REMAIN QUIET, TILL HER RIGHTEOUSNESS RINGS OUT LIKE THE NEW DAWN, HER SALVATION LIKE A BLAZING TORCH.Ē ISAIAH 62:1b

On that fall day I learned that sometimes God will use tears to get us to see the real hurts and needs of the world. He used my self pitying tears to equate with the tears of that beautiful anonymous woman on the handout He placed into my possession. On that day, I answered Godís call to pray for salvation for all females of the world, and for compassion, new laws, and new customs to free them from all kinds of abuse, misuse, and torture. I also learned to not ever take handouts for granted. One never knows when it is Godís directive calling.


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Nancy Bucca 04/23/11
How true it is that God will often use the tears and/or needs of others to get our minds off ourselves. A good reminder.
Mildred Sheldon04/25/11
I loved your title. It fit the story perfectly. God is so awesome how He uses the little things in life to get our attention. A good story and very well written. Thank you and keep writing.
Virgil Youngblood 04/26/11
The story flowed well and kept my attention. I liked the title. Good job.