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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Fulfillment (04/06/06)

TITLE: A Part
By Anna Meadows
04/10/06


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The sounds of my grandchildren’s laughter fill my ears as I walk slowly up the steps.

The aroma of the roasting lamb for the Passover meal reaches my senses and I know things are almost ready.

I reach out my withered hand and use the cool rock wall to steady me as I climb. That hand used to be younger, stronger. It reminds me of another time I took to these steps. My hand grasped tight with excitement around a jar of water I took with me to the temple and my mind dancing with anticipation because I knew all my life had prepared me for that very day.

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It was twenty years ago, almost to the day when I set out for the temple to make the necessary sacrifice.

Everything else was ready. The room was clean and furnished for the feast, but my heart weighed heavy with confusing thoughts.

For over a year I wanted to move our family closer to the middle of town, closer to the temple, the market and the well. But I felt in my heart an urgency to stay where we were.

For many months the Lord was speaking to me. Only a few short words, but they held the power of finality.

Your part, I will fulfill.

Back then I couldn’t tell you what they meant, but I knew I heard them in my dreams every night.

The day of Unleavened Bread commenced and I set out early for the temple.

“Take this jar with you and fill it when you pass the well,” my wife said to me. I held the clay jar loosely as I made my journey and took care of my responsibilities in the temple.

On the way back I almost forgot to fill the jar because my mind felt so troubled. At the well I cupped my hand with water and splashed some on my face before entering the busy market and taking the long journey back home near the entrance of the city.

I remember saying, “Lord, what is it?” because I felt a particular presence around me.

Then the pieces started fitting together.

As I was talking to the Lord two men came from the entrance of the city and started following me. They were ordinary men, and didn’t look harmful so I just kept walking until we reached the threshold of my home.

I turned and saw in their eyes recognition and love, like they were pleased to see me, even excited.

One with a black curly beard spoke first. “The Teacher wants to know where He may eat the Passover with His disciples.”

My heart burst with excitement. Of course. For some reason their question didn’t surprise me. I knew exactly what they wanted.

Your part, I will fulfill.

This is what the Lord had been speaking to me. This was my part.

I led them up the steps. My hand grasped tightly around the jar as emotions raged within me.

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My wrinkled hand wipes at the tears in my eyes. I look around at my family, my grandchildren, children, nieces, nephews, brothers and sisters, all listening intently as I retell the story of when the Teacher ate the Passover in our home.

“When the Teacher came with the others He embraced me and whispered in my ear, ‘Well done.’” And I knew Him, even though I had only heard of Him and never seen Him.”

It’s the way we start every Passover. I tell the story and each year there is someone who has never heard it. As we feast I feel a tap on my shoulder and look to see my thirteen-year-old grandson.

“Papa… I was wondering. Do you think I have a part?”

I smile and rub his smooth cheek. “Oh, Saul. Yes, my son. Everyone has a part.”

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“ “Where will you have us go and prepare the Passover?” And he sent two of his disciples and said to them, “Go into the city, and a man carrying a jar of water will meet you….he will show you a large upper room furnished and ready; there prepare for us.” And the disciples set out and went to the city and found it just as he had told them.” Mark 14:12, 13 and 16.


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Lynda Schultz 04/13/06
Interesting twist. We so seldom think about what happened to the characters of the Scriptures who only left a fingerprint on Biblical history. This is very good "it could have happened this way". Great job.
Helen Paynter04/13/06
Great. Really unusual take on the Bible story - and it succeeded in bringing a freshness to it. Thank you
Jan Ackerson 04/13/06
Well, this one just blew me away. Outstanding!
Martin Strom04/15/06
Good idea - very interesting and well done.
Marilyn Schnepp 04/17/06
I love Bible stories told and retold, and this one was fascinating - and thank you for adding the Scripture to remind us of exactly what transpired. Nicely done.