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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Confused (08/16/07)

TITLE: Snob Hill and Railroad Tracks
By Virginia Gorg
08/20/07


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Snob Hill and Railroad Tracks




You are Invited To the Wedding Of
James M. Phussed
And
Constance J. Morgan
Saturday, July 11
1:00 pm
Central Church


“Isn’t that invitation too simple for a woman of your standing?” mother asked in her usual snooty tone.

“Mom . . . “

“Call me Mother. How many times must we have this conversation?”

“Okay, Mo—ther. It’s my wedding. We like simple things.”

“That’s another point. Your father and I had hoped this infatuation would fade. Why does James insist on calling you Con? Can he not pronounce Constance?”

“It’s his pet name for me. Mother, you confuse me. You want me to be happy, yet you act as if I’m making a mistake.”

“You are making a mistake by not marrying within our class. Your father might not pay for this event. James is from ‘the other side of the tracks.’”

“Oh, that’s right. We’re from Snob Hill. Mom, Jim and I love each other.”

“You’re only 22. What do you know of love?”

“I know of God’s love and now Jim’s.”

“A Christian. What an archaic concept.”

“Mother, please listen to me about Jesus.”

“Not another word.” Mom paused, then continued, “Is your dress ready? Mine arrives from Paris tomorrow. Charles D’Amore designed it.”

I looked my mom in the eyes. “Mine was designed by Goodwill.” I almost laughed at her horrified expression.

“Constance Johanna Morgan, that is not funny. Dinner is in thirty minutes. Wear that new dress by Tamica. It’s becoming to your status.”

Sometimes I’m so confused by this family that I wonder if I’m adopted. Four children – boy, girl, boy, girl. Our birthdays are two years apart, almost to the day. I’m the youngest, and the rebel in this perfect family. I don’t cut my spaghetti, I prefer blue jeans, and I sit backwards in chairs. Mostly, I love being in the garage with the mechanics helping them work on our fleet of vehicles. My parents can’t understand that girls can like cars.

Dinner that night was just like other nights. “Constance, we have decided to fund your event, even though it is against our desire.” My father spoke sternly. “You will inform his family of the proper wedding attire. Judge Jordaine will perform the service.”

“Jim and I are being married at his, no, our – church. You already agreed to that. Besides, the invitations are printed.

“Bettina, is that correct?” My father’s raised eyebrows spoke volumes.

“I’m afraid so, Harrison.”

My dad sighed. “So be it. I do not understand how you could have become smitten by a lower class citizen. The matter is quite confusing.” As he spoke, the main entrée of stuffed pork chops, baby carrots, and pureed mashed potatoes was served. Truthfully, I preferred a hamburger and French fries.

The weeks to the wedding passed. My faith in Jesus seemed to grow even more rapidly.

“Jim,” I remarked one day, “all my life, I seemed to be searching for something, but now I am no longer confused about my identity. Why?”

“In Christ, we are a new creation and belong to the family of God.”

“I feel like I know so little compared to you.”

“Con, Christ gives you the knowledge you need for each day. Keep trusting in Him.”

It was sometimes difficult to stay steadfast with Christ because of my family’s comments.

“It’s not too late to move back into our social circle.”

“You can do better than James.”

“You spent only one hundred dollars for your wedding dress? My shoes cost more than that.”

The wedding day finally arrived. My mother was still upset about the white dress that I bought on the clearance rack. Still, nothing marred this day. As my father walked me down the aisle, I could only focus on Jim – handsome in his white suit. The pastor gave a profound message on salvation (as we requested) and I noticed many of my family looking confused and uncomfortable. I prayed for them.

The reception was held at my parents’ house, with ample alcohol. We left as soon as possible and noticed that Jim’s family left, also. They were not enticed by alcohol’s false highs.

Two weeks later, I laughed as I signed our first thank-you card.

“What’s so funny?” Jim asked.

“Now that I realize who I am in Christ and thought I was no longer confused, look. I never thought too much about the pronunciation, until I saw this.” I held up the card:

Jim and Con Phussed


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Ed VanDeMark08/23/07
Your love for both Jim and your parents show through this story. Christ's love in us takes away the confusion that clouds human interactions. Good story. Keep writing.
julie wood08/23/07
I loved this story! The characters come alive through both vivid description and dialogue. I felt as though I were there and could feel with the narrator.

Loved the clever ending with the word-name play on "confused"!

Great title, too--it drew me in at once with its colorful contrasting images.

Great job!
Beth LaBuff 08/24/07
What a fun play on words. I love it! When I saw your title I had to see if you were writing about me... :) We live in a section of a small town that is located on a mesa. It has become known as "snob hill" (but hopefully I don't resemble your mother in the story ;), andyway...my husband works for the railroad, so when I saw Snob Hill and the Railroad Tracks I HAD to check out your story. Thanks for the laughs! Good work!
Joy Faire Stewart08/24/07
I enjoyed the story and the message is excellent...glad the couple went with their plan for the wedding and their life.
Dee Yoder 08/28/07
What a lively, funny story! It made me so happy that "Mother" didn't get her way in the wedding planning. Good characterizations made me see each individual presented here. I really enjoyed this!
c clemons08/29/07
A little trouble with the transitioning from conversation and her thoughts but overall a interesting read.