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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Home (01/09/06)

TITLE: Final Call
By Kim Stairs
01/14/06


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Thirty-five years ago, I became a soldier. I joined a mighty army. Little did I know the battles I would march into. Only the Commander knew which battles were pertinent for victory or defeat.
The victories brought faith and power to me and my fellow comrades. I followed the Captain at every command. The Captain served his Commander with all authority issued to him. When the Intel came of an upcoming attack, I quickly counterattacked with full armor.
However, at times, gained ground was stolen. The enemy thought he had a sweet defeat. Discouragement came, loneliness, and doubt. Where had my Captain gone? I hadn’t heard his voice in days. It was easy to worship the Commander during the victories. Yet, invisible to my naked eye, my worship and praise during the defeats enraged the opposing general. An even greater success accomplished, for this battle did not belong to me.
As for the Commander in Chief, he inhaled the aroma of my sacrifice. It filled his palace. As the incense overflowed it was mixed with the majesty of his righteousness. This glory overflowed until it reached my tent. I embraced the presence of the King I served. In moments of refreshing my wounds were repaired. My armor was shined. I was ready for the upcoming events.
There were more defeats, even greater victories. War is not pretty. Several privates, sergeants, even generals were captured. They lost their life for Calvary’s sake. The Captain gave them full honors as their bodies were laid to rest. For those who remained in the war we fought. We fought for those who did not understand. We fought for those who were wounded. We marched steadily. We served with courage. We valued our scars. For in the end ultimate victory is already recorded! And I heard the Captain’s voice summon me.
Hesitantly, I retreated from the battle lines. His voice grew louder. His face became clearer. My body longed to stay, but my spirit was drawn to him. As I retired from my detail, I noticed my wounds are now medals. My defeats are now crowns. I looked into his eyes.
Without sound, deep called unto deep. Love covered me as a robe. I know his voice. I cannot look away. My Captain touched my face and whispered, “Well done my faithful servant.” Yet, everyone already there heard and paused to worship him. Tears fell from my eyes. All became clear as I bowed down at his feet. I was home.


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Marilyn Schnepp 01/19/06
Nice story but "Reader Unfriendly" - which means paragraphing would make it so much easier for a Reader to read and absorb. Thanks for sharing!
Kim Stairs01/19/06
I apologize that the paragraph breaks didnot past into Faithwriters the way I wrote this piece in Microsoft Word. Thank you for reading this and your reviews.