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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Encouragement (among believers) (11/08/07)

TITLE: Copperhill
By Dee Yoder
11/10/07


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“Lemme get this door open. Mercy, this ‘ol key is just about ready to break off, it’s so rusty. I’ll flip these lights on…y’all can just throw your stuff over yonder.”


There’s a smell in the air that makes my nose involuntarily wrinkle. The sunbeams are laden with dust as they shine through the few windows inside the sanctuary. I search my jeans pocket for my reserve allergy tablets as I glance around at the two rows of pews lined up in this tiny room. At the end of a dark hallway, is a bleak looking kitchenette.


“C’mon back, y’all, and get yourselves somethin’ to drink.”


The old gentleman points to a refrigerator that I’m sure must have been a new model--in 1957. It’s working hard to cool its innards, judging by the noise emanating from it. I gingerly accept a cup of water, and he leads us back to the sanctuary. As we pass by, he proudly points to a side room.


“That’n we use for Sunday school an’ prayer meetin’.”



In the sanctuary, he informs us he has to “fetch his wife” for church, and heads on out the door.



“Can you believe this old place?” I mumble.


“Is there even a piano, or…or anything to play for worship?” Stacy stares around at the room in question. Against the far wall, an ancient up-right piano leans on its shaky legs, a rickety homemade bench in front of it presenting the only place for the unfortunate instrument player to perch. She approaches the piano slowly, her mouth turned down in disappointment.


“I can’t get over the shear desolation outside” I comment. “I’ve never seen a strip mining community before; there isn’t a single blade of grass growing on any of the hills around here. Bare red dirt everywhere!”

My best friend, and the person who arranged this experience, shakes his head at our observations.


“I told you guys it was poor. What did you expect? These people barely have two nickels to rub together. Some churches up here don’t even have a building, let alone a piano, and, besides that, it’s fairly well tuned.”


Too bad Stacy proves him wrong with the C chord she fingers. She looks at him and laughs.


“Well, anyhow, we better get our stuff together. The service is supposed to start in fifteen minutes.”


“Fifteen minutes? Where’re the people, Phil?” I ask.


“They’ll be here, don’t worry. They don’t waste time standing around talking; they hit the door about two minutes before service starts.”


This time, he’s right. As we finish up our preparations, running children, smiling adults, and even a mangy puppy, suddenly surround us. The mother of the puppy’s owner smacks her son on his arm and instructs him to “git that nasty ‘ol dawg outa here. This’s God’s house, Benny.” I glance around and wonder if He would lay claim to her last statement.

The people excitedly pump our hands in welcome, and tell us how happy they are to have college students willing to fill in while they look for a new pastor. Their greetings warm my heart and give me, for the first time since we arrived, a feeling that maybe God IS directing this day.

I sit next to several children on the first row; their grins light up their smudged faces when they look at me. We begin the service with a rousing hymn, and the church people happily leap to their feet and begin enthusiastically clapping and praising, oblivious to the cacophonous piano.

Phil delivers his sermon in a simple, straightforward manner, and I’m impressed with his ability to reach the hearts of these isolated Christians. Their eyes are glued to his, and they listen with respect and understanding, punctuating his words with vigorous “Amens” and “Preach it, brother”.

I came today, after many weeks of begging on Phil’s part, with a pious spirit. I patted myself on my spiritual back for sacrificing my Sunday to help these poor, backward Christians have an encouraging service so they could resume their impoverished lives on Monday. In my heart, God is showing me that He is their Encourager. His Word and grace have already filled their spirits with riches my own soul lacks today.


My eyes fill with tears as I watch their whole-hearted worship.


Suddenly, Benny turns to me and asks, “Ain’t this doggone fun?” He wipes his runny nose with his sleeve, and I return his grin.

“Yes, it is, Benny” I laugh.




“If you have any encouragement from being united with Christ, if any comfort from his love, if any fellowship with the Spirit, if any tenderness and compassion, then make my joy complete by being like-minded, having the same love, being one in spirit and purpose. Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves.” Philippians 2:1-3, The Holy Bible, New International Version


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Karen Wilber 11/16/07
This has so many facets - it's touching, funny, inspiring, convicting. I mean, just who's encouraging who here? ;-D This is great. I really enjoyed reading this.
william price11/16/07
I really liked this. Creative approach. God bless.
Joanne Sher 11/17/07
Great detail and descriptions. I was right there.
Seema Bagai 11/18/07
I enjoyed this slice of life in a rural church.
Sharon Henderson11/20/07
Great story for this topic! Very realistic. As a college student, years ago, I went to churches this poor in money and rich in Spirit.
Beth LaBuff 11/20/07
Wonderful writing! I love everything about it: the title, your use of words like, "innards" and "doggone". Then the refrigerator was a "1957" model...ha, any significance there? :) :) I've seen a few of the "sit-at-your-own-risk" piano benches you've described. Everything fits so well in this!
Janice Cartwright11/20/07
Great work Dee, and I love the message. I could almost smell the mustiness of the delapidated building; and your description of the near-barren room with sunshine filtering through dust particles provided a vivid mental picture. For me it seemed to symbolize the spiritual sunshine that shone through their humble worship service.
Sharlyn Guthrie11/21/07
Excellent work, as usual! I especially like the verse you used at the end. Perfect for your story.
Laury Hubrich 11/21/07
I really liked your characters. Great job in describing them to us and in describing the church building:) Wonderful writing!
Laury
Pam Carlson-Hetland11/21/07
This is just excellent in every way: the characters, the details, the writing, and especially the message. Great job!
Sara Harricharan 11/21/07
I loved this. It was so different, there was so much inside of it, all the characters and how they changed at the end. This is great! Good job!
Loren T. Lowery11/21/07
Thank God for these ecclesiastical moments that can change us forever. You have such a wonderful way with dialect that is so engaging and moves the story forward in a “can’t stop reading” kind of way. Great insightful writing.
Betty Castleberry11/21/07
You've woven a simple, direct message into this piece. I love the voice, love the tone, LOVE it all. Great job.
LaNaye Perkins11/21/07
I love the characters in your story. You did a fine job of bringing this story to life for the reader. Well done!
Peter Stone11/21/07
Excellent. I loved the descriptions that so clearly showed what the place looked like, as well as the humor. And the conclusion that God encourages us is great.
darlene hight01/11/08
Dee, I love this piece. The voice and feel of it is perfect.