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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: rain (10/17/05)

TITLE: Eyes of Childlike Imagination
By Joseph Civitella
10/18/05


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EYES OF CHILDLIKE IMAGINATION


As a young boy, I thought that raindrops were tears from God. Whenever I would commit a sin, or if my friends committed sins, it seemed to me that God would feel sad and cry on us. The harder the rain fell, the sadder God must have felt. I would get a little sad also, because I knew that I misbehaved and now it was raining on all the little boys and girls, even the ones who didnít do anything wrong.

If I would hear thunder, I knew that God was also mad. The louder the thunder, the madder He must have been. One time, the thunder was so loud that I thought God was right outside my window, yelling at me for being a very bad boy. I got really scared, and I think I must have behaved like an angel for the next three weeks in a row!

I also remember my reaction to lightning. I hadn't made the link yet to thunder, so for me lightning was not part of God's anger. Instead, a bolt of lightning was, of course, God taking pictures of us. So I would pose. If I was coming down the front stairs of my parentís house, a flash of lightning would stop me dead in my tracks. Iíd turn my face to the sky, and give my biggest smile possible. You couldnít ever not smile in a photo for God!

Can you imagine my horror when God took a picture of me as I threw a small rock at my neighborís window? I hid in my bedroom the rest of that day. My mom kept asking me what was wrong, so I knew she hadnít seen the photo yet. And I didnít tell. It took God a long time to get sad about that one, though, because it only rained the day after. And there was no thunder, so at least He wasnít mad at me. But I really didnít look forward to going to church that Sunday, just in case the priest saw the picture and told my mom.

Whenever the sun was out, I was quite sure that God was glad, because a steady, bright light like that could mean only one thing Ė God was taking a movie of us. And you only took movies when something happy was happening, right? Oh, I put on my best Superman skits on those warm, sunny days. The fact that all my friends were also supermen, or other heroes, didnít bother me at all, as long as I got my fair share of the leading part. God made really good movies over those summers.

Then, every year, something mysterious happened. God went to live in a refrigerator. He wouldnít cry anymore when He was sad. He would snow on us. And sometimes heíd be really sad because the snow would pile up real high. One of my friends thought that it was Godís dandruff falling from his head, but I told him it couldnít be. My father was bald, you see, therefore I knew that God didnít have any hair either.

The same friend once told me that God played marbles, and I knew what he meant. God didnít always play fair, though, because some of those balls hit the ground pretty hard and theyíd all break in a million little pieces. And then they would melt. What good is a marble if it breaks like that and melts? One time some of the bigger marbles even hit me on the head, and I rained on my pillow all that night because it really hurt.

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Memories of childhood. Thatís all they are now. But often today I wonder why I didnít become a meteorologist. I think I would have been a natural in that profession. Donít you agree?

Instead, I am becoming a minister of faith. Now, whether it rains on someoneís soul, or snows, or hails, I will help them see their lives through the eyes of childlike imagination, whatever the sin may be that they committed against themselves. Because thatís what faith is all about, isnít it?

If you choose to believe it, rain can be teardrops from God.


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Shelley Snyder10/24/05
Good story. Isn't it amazing the things we can think of as children? I remember thinking (or being told so that I wouldn't be scared) that when it thundered it was either God bowling or rolling potatoes down the hall.
Amy Michelle Wiley 10/25/05
hehe, this was cute and well written! Good job!
Jan Ackerson 10/25/05
I love the bit about God taking your picture when you threw the rock!
Debbie Sickler10/26/05
The childish beliefs were very cute and well thought out. I enjoyed this very much, but would have liked it better with out the last part. Jumping back into adult thoughts kind of took away from the magic of the child's imagination. I loved the lightening pictures, sun movies and God moving into a refrigerator! Those are so creative!
D. Phenes10/29/05
I read some where that you develop your view of God by preschool age. I too, had a strong FEAR of GOD based on my Fear of my Father.. The discipliner.. Thanks for sharing how these childhood views affect us. They were good for you I see and definetely good for me..
Garnet Miller 10/30/05
How wonderful! When I was a child I was always told by friends that thunder was God bowling! It's funny what we believe as children. Thanks for sharing this look back:)
Brandi Roberts10/31/05
Very cute, Joseph. I have to disagree with Debbie Sickler on this one. I think that without the adult ending, it might have lost its meaning. As adults, we're supposed to be childlike. Very well written. Looking forward to reading more.