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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Prosperity (05/11/06)

TITLE: What's Mine Is Yours
By Gwynn Turner


The shrill intrusion of a ringing phone startled Sara from what had been a peaceful sleep. She groped blindly for the receiver and groggily said hello.

“Mrs. Marsh?” a deep voice inquired on the other end of the telephone.

“This is she,” Sara answered, slowly coming awake.

“Mrs. Marsh, this is Raymond James from the law firm of Roberts and Moore. I wonder if you would be able to come to my office today. There’s something I’d like to discuss with you.”

Fear gripped Sara as she tried to imagine why a lawyer would want to talk to her. “What’s this concerning?” Sara asked, shakily.

“I’d rather wait and discuss it in person.” Mr. James replied. “Would 11:00 be convenient for you?”

“I’ll be there.” Sara agreed, warily. Hanging up the phone, she jumped out of bed and headed for the shower to prepare for this impromptu meeting.

Three hours later Sara slid her beat-up Taurus into a parking slot in front of Roberts and Moore, Attorneys-at-Law. She tried to look confident as she opened the impressive double doors, but inside she was feeling very small and inadequate. She always felt intimidated when she came into contact with the wealthier side of life.

Sara was ushered into Mr. James’ office to find a pleasant looking young man on the other side of the desk. As she entered the room he rose from his seat, smiling, and extended his hand to her.

“Thank you for coming down here on such short notice, Mrs. Marsh,” Mr. James said, shaking Sara’s hand.

“You’re welcome,” she replied, “but I must say that I’m very curious why you asked me to come.”

“I’ll get right to the point then,” Mr. James began. “This is about your Great-Uncle Leland Tremont. I assume you’re aware of his passing six weeks ago?”

“Well, yes,” Sara answered, “although I didn’t know him. Actually, I never even met him. He was my father’s uncle. My dad died when I was very young, so I never got to know any of his relatives.”

“That’s what I’ve been told,” Mr. James went on, “and I also assume you know that you’re the only living relative of Mr. Tremont?”

Sara began to get nervous. What did this distant relative have to do with her? She cleared her throat, “Yes, Mr. James, my mother told me that I was the last one on the Tremont side of the family after Great-Uncle Leland’s death. But what does all of this have to do with me?”

“Well, Mrs. Marsh, your great-uncle left a sizeable estate. Very sizeable, as a matter of fact. And as his only living relative, you are the sole beneficiary. You inherit everything that was his.”

Sara was stunned. Never in her wildest dreams would she have guessed what this meeting was about. Her mind was reeling, and she wondered just what Mr. James meant by “sizeable.” She was about to ask when he began speaking again.

“An account has already been set up in your name at the First State Bank. The only thing you’ll need to do to activate the account is to accept your inheritance and sign the necessary paperwork. And in case you were wondering, the amount your great-uncle left you is well over forty million dollars.”

“What?” Sara almost shouted the word. “Forty MILLION?” Her mind was barely able to process such a thought. She was thinking of all the things she could do with that kind of money, the very least of which was getting out from under her mountain of debt.

“That’s right. As Mr. Tremont’s heir, you are entitled to his wealth and all that it entails. There’s nothing you need to do but accept the gift. Now, if you’ll just sign these papers, the money will be yours,” Mr. James said, pushing the paperwork across his desk.

“I can’t believe it,” Sara said, shaking her head. “It doesn’t seem possible that I would inherit so much wealth from a man I didn’t even know. It doesn’t seem possible that I would receive such a treasure from someone simply because I’m related by birth. This is just amazing!”

Pen in hand, Sara’s face was filled with joy as she accepted her newfound prosperity.
“Also, since you are Christ's family, then you are Abraham's famous "descendant," heirs according to the covenant promises.” Gal 3:29 - The Message.

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Jan Ackerson 05/18/06
This is great--the message is obvious, but not preachy, and you clinched it at the end with the Scripture, just in case someone failed to make the connection. My only suggestion would be to work on minimizing words like repilied, inquired, asked, and replace them with short descriptive passages. Wonderful illustration of gospel truth!
Dr. Sharon Schuetz05/21/06
I agree with everything Jan told you. This is a well written piece. Super connection with the Scripture at the end.
Edy T Johnson 05/25/06
Congratulations on writing this winning entry! This is quite an interesting take on the prosperity topic. God bless your writing!
Jen Davis05/25/06
What a great story. I thoroughly enjoyed it. You grabbed my attention from the very first sentence and I was very satisfied with the end. Great job and congrats on being highly commended.
Sherry Wendling05/25/06
Excellent parable! A well-deserved place among the top five...Congratulations and keep writing!