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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Memory (07/10/08)

TITLE: Oak City Revisited
By M. R. Davenport


Journal Entry, April 18, 2005
Itís nearly 9:30 pm. It has been 2 very busy weeks with less than one to go. Weíve been all over. The Arch in St. Louis. To Graceland. To Branson. Down to the bottom of Marvel Cave and back up. But yesterday had to be one of the mostÖmmmÖdifficult locations so far. Maybe difficult isnít really the word for it. ďToughĒ might be a better word. I donít know.
I remember the day that the news reported what had happened in Oklahoma City. Everything just kind of stopped. We lived in central Missouri at the time and I was listening to the radio at work. I looked at it like it was malfunctioning. A few weeks later we were in Oklahoma City to visit relatives. WeĎre visiting the same family members now. This time of course, the building isnít sitting there about to collapse waiting for the rescue teams to complete their work.
We wondered around the place where the building stood for about 45 minutes yesterday. The Memorial that stood in itís place was beautiful and appropriate. There was a large delegation of people representing the Jewish Holocaust Survivors. This was the beginning of ceremonies commemorating the 10th anniversary of the bombing.
There were speeches and prayers and beautiful music. The day was lustrous and picturesque. The Memorial was a little more than could be described, but well thought out and should be seen by any who can. I will never forget the day I came to visit the remains of horror that man heaped upon man. When one man, however, insists upon terror, five will work to mend. The people of Oklahoma proved that.
There are some who will say that remembering the past will only prolong the pain. I canít completely disagree with that thinking. There are some who will say that the only good to come of the past is experience for the future. I suppose that is often true as well. I am certain that many will come to the site of this terrible event and weep as they havenít wept for ten years.
Jesus said do this in remembrance of me. He was talking about the ceremony of communion. To remember the past and strive to gain from it. Jesus wasnít teaching us to remember His death so much as to remember His sacrifice. To accept it. After all, Jesus didnít stay in the tomb they buried Him in, He arose and walked freely among the living. As He does in Spirit today. Heís here beside me, guiding me, helping me to make better decisions, helping me to love the unlovable, changing me into someone who looks remarkably like Him. Yes, I have a long way to go and need to listen better than I do, but Heís patient.
I began this note over three years ago at my wifeĎs familyís house in Mustang, Oklahoma. Oklahoma City has grown from the disaster that struck down town. Grown in many ways, except one. They didnít grow bitter. Itís a beautiful town and I love visiting there. Thereís no anniversary coming for this or any particular reason that I chose to finish and send it in. It was a beautiful memory and I found it on the computer incomplete. So I submit it for your approval.

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Preacher Johnson07/17/08
Interesting how you tied the Oklahoma City bombings to the Lordís table. Your piece brought back many memories for me. I talked to McVeigh after the bombings. I fed him some of his meals, he had a bucket of orange sherbert for his last meal. He had no remorse. One last thing, your memories need no one elseís approval.
Your writing stirred thoughts in my mind and for that I am grateful. Thanks for sharing.
Verna Cole Mitchell 07/17/08
Your journal entry has some beautiful devotional thoughts tied in with your memories.
Sara Harricharan 07/23/08
Wow, lots going on here! I loved the journal format and the conversational tone. Just a tip-add extra spaces

to make for

easier reading. Nice job! ^_^