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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Cup - 10-25-12 Deadline (10/18/12)

TITLE: Cup of Blood
By Doug Spurling


His eyes told the story before he spoke. “It’s your heart.”

“What…Doc? Am I gonna die?”

His words were slow. “Your heart is infected.” His voice soft, “and yes, it could kill you.”

The room tilted, and oxygen spilled from the room. I swallowed a lump of dry air. “Infected? How?”

“It’s inherited.” His eyes pooled wet and spilled. “You were born with it.”

“Inherited…but, but I feel good. I know my ancestry. There’s no mention of heart problems.”

He held a cup and slowly raised it toward me. “There’s no doubt. You’ve all been infected. But if you’ll—”

“I can’t believe this. I don’t. I won’t!”

He swallowed and inhaled deep, “Your heart is sick.” The corners of his mouth lifted a bit. “But, I have the cure.” He stretched out his hand holding the cup, his eyes urging me to take it.

“So, let me get this straight. I have an infected heart that will kill me, and you have the cure?” I looked at the cup, but didn’t take it. “And… I’m guessing the cure, is in there?”

He wiped a tear off his cheek with the back of his hand and smiled. “If you accept this, you’ll not die.”

“Doc, you’re starting to creep me out. You’ve got to admit, this sounds a little weird. You don’t expect me to believe this, do you?”

“Yes, I do. Actually, unless you believe you cannot receive this cup.”

“That’s it. I’m outta here. I’m gonna get a second opinion. And if you’re right—I’ll just pick up a gallon of that miracle stuff and give it to my whole family.”

He lowered his hand and sighed. “I am the only one that holds the cure. Anyone who wants to be saved from this disease must come to me and drink from this cup. There is no other way.”

“How can simply drinking from that cup cure a deadly disease?”

“Because I drank, you can drink.”

Something in his eyes told me it was true—even though it didn’t make sense.
“I might be crazy but— what’ve I got to lose, right? Gimme that. Oh, and Doc—I don’t know why, but— I believe you.” I took the cup and before I had a chance to change my mind, gulped it in one quick swig. “What’s in this stuff anyway?”

He whispered, “My blood.”

I thought I would gag, but just then my eyes started playing tricks on me. He started to sweat… a lot. I mean, it was bad sweat—it looked like he was sweating blood. His white garments started to soak through red right before my very eyes. “Uh, Doc—what’s going on? Am I dreaming? Is this a nightmare…or hell? Am I dead?”

“I died, so you could live.”He stretched out his arms—blood dripping everywhere—and wheezed, “IT IS FINISHED.”

That was the last thing I remembered before I woke up on the couch. Must have been the half eaten pizza giving me some creepy nightmare. And then I noticed the wine glass. I must have bumped it—ugh, what a mess.

The wine had dripped through the wicker coffee table onto the dusty Bible on the bottom shelf. I wiped it off with my hand and opened the book. The wine had run blood red across two verses in Matthew chapter 26. My heart stuck in my throat.

Then He took the cup, and gave thanks, and gave it to them, saying, “Drink from it, all of you. For this is My blood of the new covenant, which is shed for many for the remission of sins (Matthew 26:27, 28 NKJV).

“…O My Father, if this cup cannot pass away from Me unless I drink it, Your will be done” (Matthew 26:42 NKJV).

I gently laid the Bible on the coffee table and for the first time in my life I understood my need for a savior.

I knelt before the Great Physician. “Doc, I believe.”

A salty tear dripped off my quivering lip as I raised my hand. “Can I drink from your cup?”

I will lift up the cup of salvation and call on the name of the LORD. (Ps 116:13 NIV)

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C D Swanson 10/25/12
This was a totally creative and clever take on the topic. I loved it, loved the ending, and how the MC recognized that the "cup of blood" is the way for eternal life.

Nicely done. God Bless~
Marie Hearty 10/28/12
Such an amazing story. I love your unique idea for this topic. Very well written.

God bless!
Terry Atchison10/28/12
This is the kind of writing that I love. Thanks.
Theresa Santy 10/29/12
This is a beautiful piece of writing, and it moved me (made my eyes widen and well up, my heart jump, and laughter to burst forth). Love it.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 10/30/12
I really enjoyed this creative piece. You covered the topic in a fresh way. Many stories have been written about Jesus' cup this week but yours was from a creative POV. Though some may say a dream is an overused literary tool, I do believe God uses dreams to get through to us. It's sometimes the only times we allow our brains to relax enough to hear God's voice. You did a nice job of developing the characters and the conflict.