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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Gone Fishing (02/01/07)

TITLE: Just Do Me a Favor
By Sally Hanan


Iíve dreamed of moments like these for probably all my life: of children smiling broadly at my feet, reaching out to life and hope; of women weeping softly as they receive all of Christís love, drinking in forgiveness they never knew existed.

Iíve dreamed of moments like these: of angels pouring ointment of love and peace and joy over eager masses of fathers and mothers and sons and daughters together.

Iíve dreamed: of moments like these for probably all my life - of standing, watching
the Spirit weave His way among this passionate people - such fresh, yet lumpy clay.

But now that Iím here, I cry - with joy, but also sadness. I canít help but think of all those who I have not reached yet. I have this ball of fire in my hands and mouth and feet and I carry it forward as fast as I can from village to village, but time is running out for meÖ

In every village I enter, I wait for a crowd to gather around this half-baked, hunched stranger, then throw out a line and wave the hook in the sea of humanity. I bide my time as my bait of words and stick drawings in the sand burn through the waves of suspicion. PZANG! I catch one. More will follow.

This is my story. This is my life.

I hear my Father calling, just like He called me so long ago. Then, He told me to go. Now, He is telling me to come.

I donít want to come! I want to stay here. These are my people, the ones I love. But I will come, because He knows best.

So when they take my body and stick me in ground, theyíll want to know what epitaph to etch into the bleak gray stone. My family will say things like, ďEVANGELIST RENOWNEDĒ, or ďHe answered the callĒ, or some such silly rubbish.

I want some substance on that stone. I want to be remembered, not for who I am, but for what He made me for and where Iíve gone. I want them to know that Iím perfectly happy to keep on doing up there in prayer what Iíve been doing down here in person, only Iíll have a more supportive group to help me on. (Ever heard of the cloud of witnesses?)

No, nothing fancy on my headstone please. Just do me a favor and chisel this:

Gone Fishing

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Pat Guy 02/08/07
Wow - I really enjoyed this! The true heart of a living witness.

I love the poetic presentation and I love the voice. Kudos on a well written piece.
Jen Davis02/08/07
This was wonderful. I really, really loved it.
terri tiffany02/09/07
Very nice! I loved the poem like flow to it - and the touching reminder to be fishing each day - great job!
Joanne Malley02/10/07
Your character has such peace and also an understanding for what being truly Christian is...a yearning to share God and spread the joy. Well-written and to the point without the excess. Good job! Blessings, Jo
Sheri Gordon02/11/07
This is very nice. Sadness and hope, beautifully intertwined.
Cheri Hardaway 02/13/07
Very poignant. You can feel the heart of the speaker. Blessings, Cheri
Jacquelyn Horne02/14/07
Heartfelt. A good read.
Jan Ackerson 02/14/07
Lots of wonderful things here, and I especially loved PZANG!
Myrna Noyes02/15/07
Great epitaph for anyone who's spent his or her life witnessing for Christ!