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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Fire-fighter (10/05/06)

TITLE: Always a Bridesmaid; Never a Bride
By Elaine Taylor
10/11/06


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I had the strangest dream the other night. A girl I hardly knew, named Stephanie, was marrying a fire-fighter and asked me to be in her wedding. The odd thing was that the rehearsal took place the same day as the nuptials. I didn't know anybody else in the bridal party, except for an old crush. No big deal; I was happily married. We were all laughing, chatting and having a great time as we went through our paces. Then my husband and I left for home so we could get ready for the actual ceremony. We're driving along when I noticed the clock – I had less than ten minutes to get home, get all dolled up and get back to the church in time.

Talk about a nightmare! I hadn't even had a shower. My hair resembled a large, overgrown rat's nest, the hair on my legs and under my arms could easily have been braided, and I didn't have on one speck of make-up. I was in extreme panic mode. I had only minutes to pull myself together. My dress was a gorgeous lilac that fell to the floor. I could get away with not shaving my legs, but the gown was also strapless which meant the underarm fur had to go. So, the next thing I know, I am standing in my kitchen at the sink hacking away with a razor. A dull razor. I finish that ritual of beauty and frantically try to figure out what to do about my face and 'do. Then it hit me. There was no time left. I was too late. I wouldn't make it. So, I gave up. I didn't go. I was a no show for this poor girl's wedding. How horrible!

When I awoke, the dream stayed with me. I remembered the parable that Jesus taught about the wise virgins and the foolish virgins. I grabbed my Bible and there it was; Matthew 25, “Jesus Tells the Parable of the Ten Bridesmaids.” Bridesmaids. I was a bridesmaid in my dream. I read the familiar passages and saw myself one with the foolish girls who came to the rehearsal with empty lamps. They had been invited to a wedding. They knew the date, the time and location of the joyous occasion but they weren't ready. They brought no oil with them. No oil means no light. They could not and did not shine their light. Those girls had a great time during the rehearsal just like I did, but they missed the bridegroom and the wedding.

I closed my Bible. I thanked God for showing me the importance of being ready. I praised Him for reminding me not to get so busy “doing” that I become empty and dry. I prayed to be a wise bridesmaid with my lamp full of precious oil so that I ,too, will be like “those who were ready went in with Him to the wedding; and the door was shut.” You may now kiss Your Bride.

Matthew 25:1-12


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Marilyn Schnepp 10/12/06
Brilliant! Interesting, entertaining and enlightening! Loved the story, and/or Dream...and the message it brought forth. A bit light on Topic, but loved your last phrase. Nice Job.
WENDY DECKER10/12/06
Interesting dream. Great analogy. You did a nice job with the story. My only suggestion is to try to lay off the word "was" a bit. There were many places you could have done away with it.

For Ex: Then it hit me. There was no time left.

Instead: Then it hit me, I had no time left.

That gets rid of one.(:
Kaylee Blake 10/13/06
The title really grasped my attention. I snorted with laughter about the furry legs and 'pits. Hehe. Not many guys can really understand the whole ten-minutes-to-beautyify-myself thing. But I sense that we have a connection. ;) Anyway, loved the ananlogy.
Catrina Bradley 10/17/06
I have dreams like that! Awesome story, great writing, powerful message, and I LOVED the ending line.