Hire
Writers
Editors
Home Tour About Read What's New Help Forums Join
My Account Login
Shop
Save
Support
E
Book
Store
Learn
About
Jesus
  



The HOME for Christian writers! The Home for Christian Writers!
The Official Writing Challenge

BACK TO
CHALLENGE
MAIN

INSTRUCTIONS

how it works
submission rules
guidelines for
choosing a level

ENTRIES

submit your entry
read current entries
read past entries
challenge winners



Our Daily Devotional HERE
Place it on your site or
receive it daily by email.





TRUST JESUS TODAY

TRY THE TEST



Share
how it works   Submit

Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Fellowship (among believers) (10/11/07)

TITLE: In Whatever Circumstance
By Linda Germain
10/17/07


 LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE
 SEND A PRIVATE COMMENT
 ADD TO MY FAVORITES

The amazing fellowship he encountered in this strange country was the only thing that kept John from losing what was left of his mind. To enter in the worship and study of God’s Word with these brothers required a fast understanding of what was spoken through an unfamiliar and complicated translation process. His deep need drove him to learn at lightening speed.

Tap-Tap-Tap

John sat as still as stone as he concentrated.

Tap-Clunk-Tap-Clunk

“Oh Lord,” the once handsome young man prayed, “Please keep me strong and wise. Guide me and protect me, and all these others who come before you for strength and edification.”

Click-Thud-Click- Thud

He soaked up the gentle solo of one of the older members who hummed a hymn in a clear but quiet baritone voice full of conviction and love. It was like swimming in warm, soothing, healing waters. Tears washed his thin and scarred face.

Scrape-Ting-Ting-Whoosh

Someone asked him to share his testimony to encourage the others. Slowly and painfully, and with great labor, John managed to tell them what was in his heart and how Jesus Christ was his Savior and had sent the Holy Spirit to give him comfort in his darkest days. More than one rushed to respond with prayer and the metaphorical hand of friendship. There was no potluck or idle gossip or chitchat. Every skillfully coded word about the Living Triune God was savored and shared like precious gold.

Bop-Clang-Bop-Clang

The leader called for complete silence. Not one man spoke or moved, lost in his own prayer and meditation. That’s how the meeting would end. Tomorrow it might be different.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Fire seemed to fall from the sky in every direction. The sound of screams and running feet sent each man of the small congregation to his tiny window to try to make out what terrible calamity had now befallen them.

A strong, no nonsense shout bellowed through the smoke and confusion in English, “Who’s in charge here?”

John felt himself exhale. He placed his hand over his heart and wept unashamedly. He heard others weeping, and an answer that was music to his ears.

“That would be me.” A trembling voice replied. “ I am Commander Jess J. Jameson, United States Army. Who are you?”

“Today, Sir…your best friend, Sergeant Daniel Jones, U.S. Marine Corp.”

As ranking officer, Jess tried to sound firm, but his throat was raspy from illness and lack of use. He dealt with the seriousness of the situation with his trademark flash of dry wit.

“What took ‘ya so long, Sergeant?”

As each door of the makeshift cells was torn off, liberating heroes joined prisoner of war heroes in salutes, and finally, hugs. Some of the weaker captives were carried like babies by the invading rescuers.

Once the huge helicopter lifted off and out of the jungle of hate and torment, more than one could be heard saying, ”Thank you, Lord. Thank You, Thank You, THANK YOU.”

Sergeant Dan, big, tough Marine with an accomplished mission, wrapped a government-issue blanket around one unconscious and badly beaten military comrade as he cradled him against the bumpy ride to freedom and home.

“Amen,” he sighed, “Amen and Amen.”

______

Although many Prisoners of War were rescued, many more died or are still unaccounted for, but certainly never forgotten.

Countless stories have surfaced that chronicle the life-sustaining camaraderie and strength of purpose in finding ways to fellowship and give praise and honor to their Lord during the horrible incarcerations. God bless them every one, and the brave men who facilitated the great escapes.


The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
Accept Jesus as Your Lord and Savior Right Now - CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.


This article has been read 912 times
Member Comments
Member Date
Lynda Schultz 10/19/07
Moving. While we so easily "forsake the assembling …" others, like those you so wonderfully described here, have to go to extreme lengths to get just a little of it. Shame on us, and yes, pray for them. Good work.
Joanne Sher 10/19/07
What a story. What lengths they went to. Thank you for sharing it in such a compelling way.
Dee Yoder 10/19/07
Very moving story. It is the ones who have to struggle most to be in contact with other believers who seem to appreciate the fellowship more. Good descriptions.
Janice Cartwright10/24/07
How sweet fellowship becomes when it is all but wholly taken away from us. But the Lord is so merciful: He always leaves that small crack of light to infiltrate even the darkest of days. Thank you for reminding me.
Sheri Gordon10/25/07
Congratulations on your much deserved EC. This story is amazing -- very humbling and touching. Wonderful writing. Great job with the topic.