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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Obedience (01/31/05)

TITLE: The Call to Obedience
By J. C. Lamont


I rolled over in bed and glanced at the alarm clock. 2:00 AM. Punching my pillow, I sank back under the covers and tried to sleep. What an odd dream, I thought as the darkness threatened to erase all memories of it from my mind. I had been witnessing to Cameron, my atheist boss, who detested religion of all sorts. Did God still work though dreams, I wondered as I drifted back to sleep.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! I banged the snooze button on the alarm. 6:00 AM. I rolled out of bed, brushed my teeth, and dressed for work. During the morning commute, I sipped on my coffee and reflected back on my dream. Was God trying to tell me something?

The office clattered with the usual monotonous rush of answering the phones, making copies, and listening to screaming executives demanding more production. My boss walked in and grunted as he passed my desk. I was a shy person by nature though I attempted not to be concerning my Christianity. My bible sat on my desk along with a small plaque with a cross and my favorite verse inscribed on it. That was my job, right? Make it known and let them come to me.

I pushed the dream far from my mind and proceeded to immerse myself in the day’s work. Cameron came out of his office and stared offhandedly at my Bible. Say something! my brain screamed at me. “Would you like to read it?” I asked tentatively.

Cameron shook his head. “Come into my office,” he said.

I meekly followed him into the plush office, lined with books on how to run a business, how to make more money; basically a library on how to live successfully without God, and from the looks of his suit and the car he drove, he seemed to be quite successful at it.

“I want to ask you something,” Cameron said, motioning for me to sit down. “What is it that you see in this God of yours?”

Had I not had that dream, I would have given the typical Christian answer, something about hope and salvation and grace and love. But as I stared at the beefy man sitting across from me, a hard-core atheist who never said the word ‘God’ unless he was swearing, I knew I couldn’t miss this opportunity to tell him about salvation. I began in the beginning, telling him of the perfect world God created and how man had forsaken it and Him in their quest for knowledge and power, how God had forgiven them and sent his own Son to redeem them through his death, and how someday he would return and all who accepted that redemption would live forever with him.

Cameron sat there and listened quietly. When I finished, he simply nodded and sent me back to my work. I sat back at my desk, almost trembling from such a long discourse, and wondered why there was seemingly no results. Did he understand what I had said? Did he accept it? Would he ask me to talk to him again?

The rest of the day passed normally and Cameron left at his usual time without a word to me. I shook my head in wonder. Did I make a complete fool of myself? Didn’t I do what God wanted me to?

As I laid in bed that night, I prayed that God would always feel free to use me even if I never understood whether it made a difference or not. I drifted off into a dreamless sleep…until the piercing ring of the telephone awoke me.

I glanced over at the clock. 2:00 AM. I groggily fumbled for the phone and answered it.

“Hi, it’s the office,” the voice said, “I just wanted to let you know Cameron was killed in a car accident on his way home from work.”

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Sally Hanan02/14/05
Wow. I too was told to witness to a man in my hospital ward. Unfortunately I was young and stupid, being more concerned about myself then him. He died the next day and I have never forgotten.:(
Crista Darr02/14/05
Wow, this really packed a punch. We are not promised tomorrow.