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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Enter (02/27/06)

TITLE: INVITATION
By Faithaline Stanislaus
03/01/06


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I let out a squeal of alarm as I stumbled in the dirt, causing a cloud of dust to rise around me. Regaining my balance I straightened up, and with foreboding made a few more hesitant steps towards the rectangular structure. A beautiful linen curtain covered with intricate designs of strange winged creatures adorned the entrance. As the dust settled in my wake, I reached out tentative fingers and pulled back the curtain, creating just enough space to allow me to slip inside.

To my left, an exquisite seven-branched candelabrum-like object bathed the room in its warm glow. To my right, a table of gold was laid out with several loaves of bread. Taking it all in, I ventured to think that the meal might have been prepared for me, and that perhaps someone knew I was coming. However I promptly squelched that thought. As I advanced further inside, the pungent scent of incense clawed at me and I came to an abrupt halt. My breath came in short gasps and I raised my sweaty palms to my cheeks as I frowned with agitation. “I’m an imposter,” I thought. “I don’t belong here.”

Mustering up some courage from deep within me, I took a few more steps which led me to the back of the room. There, I came up against the back wall, which consisted of a luxurious linen curtain of blue, purple and scarlet. Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I parted the curtain in two and crept inside. My eyes were instantly drawn to a stunning bright light, seeming to come from a small chest overlaid with gold. Two angelic creatures were perched on either end of the chest, their wings outstretched. I fell to my knees and hugged my stomach as I rocked back and forth. Doubled over and with tears streaming down my face I cried, “I’m not worthy! I’m not worthy!”

Suddenly I heard an earnest voice whisper, “Look! Look up!”

I raised my head and looked around but couldn’t see anyone. However I did notice something that my eyes had somehow not taken in earlier. On the lid of the small chest, was a pool of blood. I sat on my heels, mesmerized as I watched the rich red fluid drip from the top of the chest, onto the floor.

I heard the voice again. This time it didn’t sound earnest. It sounded more triumphant, and I thought I caught a tinge of affection in that gentle yet authoritative voice. “Feel free to enter,” it said. It then went on to quote some words which vaguely resonated with familiarity: “‘Therefore, brothers, since we have confidence to enter the Most Holy Place by the blood of Jesus, by a new and living way opened for us through the curtain, that is, his body, and since we have a great priest over the house of God, let us draw near to God with a sincere heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled to cleanse us from a guilty conscience and having our bodies washed with pure water.’”

I then stood up, dusted myself off, and walked boldly towards the light.

**Exodus 25, 26; Leviticus 16; Hebrews 4:16; Hebrews 10:19-22


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Helen Paynter03/10/06
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I like this. The Holy of Holies was so unapproachable, so inaccessible, and then the curtain was torn. The blood is on the mercy seat. What a great theme. Thank you