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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Question (05/24/12)

By Maria Kana Santos


“He? A what?” Goodness gracious!

What's going on inside her head? She said something that jarred my spiritual ears.

Absolutely disturbing.

My face aghast! I can't believe it gave me away. Because I' m a Christian, I didn't let out a smoke, fuming smoke of indignation. But I did it again.

Must I defend the Christian faith? I let out a word. A few. Some. My husband said that I’m allowed to teach only women. And submission to him is what I do best. My prophetic gift of defending the faith--this silly woman must hear at once.

I've heard that Semitic nonsense before. From some country-mice; goat-herders. Lost and dangerous. Yes, that's what they all are. I had asked this dangerous family once about what church they go to. Some prying question, I know. I shouldn't have asked it. I've always known that they've strayed on their own. Some kind of Torah way of life. The very word "Torah" sounds suspicious.

This silly woman is going that Semitic deception. Poor thing.

Jesus-- a Jew? Humph!

She said to me, "I’ve...uhm, been learning things from the Bible. Things I’ve never thought of asking before.”

Her smile was so provoking. “And His real name is ‘Yeshua’, “Salvation” in our English. That’s how His Mama called Him."

Her smile annoyed me.

"Where did you get that from?" I quizzed to save her from doom.

"Um, I've been learning Hebrew. Still a beginner though." She chuckled. "Biblical history is so interesting. In all of my Christian life, I never knew that Jesus was a Jew. The Bible is written by Hebrews. Strange, radical thought, isn’t it?"

"Oh, my dear!" My theistic flag was ready to mount up. To flap. Self-control, Mrs. Saints. I've heard so much about you, rebellious woman, and what you've been up to. Havoc.

“Does your husband know what you're doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“What you’ve been studying?”

“Uhm...What would you have in mind should my husband tell me for studying the Scriptures?”

"The preaching here have been so good, haven't they?"

She didn't answer.

Cornered. Her face bashful like a little child whose favorite doll's head got stuck in the ditch. Maybe, she too, got her head so muddied and she got herself stuck in the dirt.

I let out some piece of my mind. "It's a blessing to be in this church where the word is preached, isn't it?"

She didn't answer. Only a sigh.

She said, "Don’t you think that God loves us and He wants us to understand what He says in plain English?"

As if I didn't know my Bible very well? I said, "I have my authorized Bible."

"I’m really not afraid that I've gone back to my infancy in believing in the Messiah."

"You've regressed?" I probed.

"Maybe I have. I thought I knew Jesus all my life."Yeah, I think I have," she stammered. "I've regressed so much that I’m beginning to understand God speaking for Himself in plain language in the Hebrew perspective."

Pitiful woman. "I'm not saying that the pulpit is substitute for the Bible. Not at all. But our teachings here supplement. Don't you think you are going a little too far? Or, too far behind?"

"O, I don't mind starting all over again. I want to know more who Jesus is, whom I've always claimed I loved and knew."

"Your grown up Christian children, where are they now?" Whoops, I shouldn't have asked that. Me and my big mouth.

"I've taught my children to be good Christians. But I realized now that all that I've been taught were handed down to them. I realize that the way of God is His Word alone. Adonai’s teaching."

"Bring them back to church, and they'll have good teaching here."

“The Lord has lovingly removed my old biases and prejudices. They were like my old security blanket, Mrs. Saints”

She desperately needed help. Roll up your sleeves, Mrs. Saints.

"I haven't done well in assuring my precious children that I've never doubted that they love God. I never doubted that they wanted to follow the Lord God of Israel. Yeah, I'm gonna start telling them now about how they love Him.”

She went on, “And that their search for truth is where I am at now, too. Perhaps, my children and I could start all over and walk this path together."

"Our pastor can help you straighten you out."

"No thanks. Our Master is King of the universe. He can do it.”

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C D Swanson 05/31/12
Nicely done...A very good and well written entry. I especially loved the "last line." That...said it all. Amen. God bless~
Norma-Anne Hough06/03/12
Good read. Well presented.
Mildred Sheldon06/06/12
A very nice article. Thank you for sharing and God bless.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 06/06/12
This is an interesting story. You've given some great details but left out enough to make the reader question. And that is always a good thing. I found myself smiling just a bit the more I read. Good job.
C D Swanson 06/07/12
Congrats! God Bless~