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Topic: Christmas Carols/Carolling (10/02/08)
TITLE: One Dreadful Day in December
By Tim Pickl
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Things were going great--until one dreadful day in December.
The doorbell rang twice that day, and when my wife and I opened the door, a Police Officer informed us, “While your sons and daughters were gathered for dinner at your oldest son’s home, a terrible storm formed out of nowhere and destroyed the home with straight-line winds, killing them all.”
Just as the Officer finished telling us the awful news, my cell phone chirped and I immediately answered.
The bank where I had all my money failed, and all our assets were frozen, and they were going to foreclose on our home. I knew the economy was hurting, but I never thought it would happen to my bank. I pushed the cell phone off, and leaned back on the doorway, then slid down to sit, ripping my shirt. The Officer offered to help, but I kindly sent him away with a weak “No, but thank you."
My cell phone chirped again, and my stockbroker asked, “Have you heard the news today about the market?”
I told him, “No sir, I haven’t.”
“The stock market crashed, especially the sector we had most of our money in.”
I lost everything.
I sang to myself, scratching my arm. “He gives and takes away. He gives and takes away. Blessed be the name of the Lord, Jesus.” I felt warm liquid on my fingers and looked at it. My skin had suddenly broken out all over in a horrible, bloody rash. If it was stress-related I didn’t know, but I tried to blotch it up as best as I could with my shirt sleeve.
My wife viciously screamed in my face, “Joe, with all this horrible news, you’re still trying to maintain your integrity? Curse God and die!”
I replied, “You’re talking foolish. Should we accept only good things from the hand of God and never anything bad?"
She left me, screaming something about money, and sped away.
I sat there for the longest time, looking at the snow piles in front of my house, glittering in the sun. I gazed up over the trees at the true blue sky with painful tears running into the sores on my face.
I whispered, “I love You Jesus.”
Just before Christmas, Eli, Bill and Zack helped me move to a Nursing Home. My condition required full-time nursing care, because I was losing too much blood every day. I grew close to one of the nurses there, a wonderful woman named Lisa.
Eli, Bill and Zack visited often and prayed for me. We debated the issue of why my life turned out the way it had. My friends firmly believed that I must have sinned, and I deserved God’s punishment. They simply assumed God always rewards good and punishes evil, no matter what.
“You must have sinned or did something to deserve all of this?!”
“But, honestly I haven’t. I’ve done everything I’m supposed to do, starting with my relationship with God. Sometimes God allows things to happen for reasons we cannot possibly fathom. His ways are NOT our ways.”
After a several months, my friends stopped coming, because I wouldn’t admit my “guilt”. Then, as the anniversary day in December of all of my losses approached—I became depressed. The doctor prescribed heavy doses of anti-depressant drugs.
When that day arrived, I slept most of the day. The television blared and flashed “Wheel of Fortune” in my darkened room. I was groggy with the pill bottle still in my hand. I thought I heard banging – it was Eli, Bill and Zack.
“Hey, Joe! Let us in!”
“Go away!” I snapped, throwing my pill bottle at the television, miraculously turning it off.
Lisa let them in, and soon the entire Church Choir filled my room. They began singing Christmas carols.
“God rest ye merry gentlemen let nothing you dismay—“
Their kindness and love that day touched me. “Thank you all, so much…I love you ALL. But, I have one request. You’ve prayed so much for me; please let me pray for you.”
As I prayed for them, Jesus healed me.
The Book of Job
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