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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Before and After (05/14/09)

TITLE: Eleven Seconds
By Brenda Kern
05/21/09


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They tell me that the whole thing took eleven seconds. It still amazes me that something so big and life-changing could happen that quickly.

It was so major to me that I mentally divided my life into before those eleven seconds and after, before I took a life and after.

Before, I was a wife and mother, struggling my way through the terminal sickness of my mother. After I killed my step-father in eleven seconds of blind rage, I became a prisoner, a number. Oh, and a divorcee with no parental rights. I took a life, but largely lost my own in the bargain.

Before, my worst criminal activity was speeding, and for that Iíd been ticketed twice, lifetime. After, Iíd been sentenced to spend a lifetime in a federal penitentiary, being declared a murderess and a continuing risk to society.

Even during those scarlet, screaming moments, I wasnít a danger to anyone but the betrayer, and to him only because of the circumstances: Mom had months to live, and he cheated on her anyway. When I caught them, in Momís house, in Momís bedroom, in Momís bed, the before part of my life ended in a jagged heartbeat, in the flash of a knife blade.

And then I began to live in the aftermath of what I had created in those moments of grief and anger. No matter how many years I serve, though, I canít undo the damage Iíve done. I canít restore the life I took, I canít do more than ignore the seething hate coming my way, and I canít make anything better.

I keep to myself, I survive. I wish I had it to do over, and I wash my hands a lot.

And I read. I read anything the prison librarian allows me to check out, and I try to escape my prison walls every time I dive into a book.

I attend anything the prison offers, just to pass the time, even the little chapel services twice a week. I donít understand the rites and rituals of the unfamiliar religion, but I sit and stand and listen, trying to connect with a God who must also have branded me a killer and unworthy.

Near the end of one of the services, the chaplain made an announcement: he was retiring, to be replaced the following week by a new chaplain.

The new chaplain made an instant hit with me: he brought reading materials! I took some back to the cell with me, and read a shocking sentence: Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come! (II Corinthians 5:17, NIV)

It didnít give any exceptions, and it did say anyone. Surely not me, though, a murderer. Maybe, though, even if I couldnít become completely new, I could become somewhat better. Maybe, I could hope.

During the next chapel service, I squirmed and fidgeted and waited impatiently to approach the chaplain with my questions. When I finally got the chance, his answers were simple and direct: yes, you ďqualify.Ē No, there are no exceptions-óno act is beyond Godís forgiveness, and God has enough grace to change every person from the inside out. I could be ďborn again.Ē I didnít react with the emotion I feltó-prison knocks that out of a person, quickly. In my most private moments, my most fervent wish had been to go back and start my life over, fixing things, and here was this skinny kid telling me it was possible!

He directed me to read more scripture, the third chapter of the gospel of John, to learn more about this born again business, and over the course of several weeks, I read and thrashed about in my misery and questioned and wept and wondered. And I bugged the poor chaplain half to death, but he was patient and helped me to understand.

So I knelt, and I was forgiven.

The chaplain tells me I prayed for about eleven seconds, and it still amazes me that God made me a new creation so quickly.

I may be bodily imprisoned, but I am free. I may still be hated, but Iíve let go of my hate. I know God never washed His hands of me, and I wash my own hands much less, because I am cleansed.

Before, I was given a life sentence, after, I was given eternal life.


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Loren T. Lowery05/21/09
I really like stories of redemption and this line is so poignant:
"I keep to myself, I survive. I wish I had it to do over, and I wash my hands a lot."
This story tells so well, that even though we may not have "do overs" we do have a Savior who cleanses us and separates our past as far as the east is from the west.
Charla Diehl 05/21/09
These lines sum up the redemptive message within this sad story: I may be bodily imprisoned, but I am free. I may still be hated, but Iíve let go of my hate. I know God never washed His hands of me, and I wash my own hands much less, because I am cleansed.

Rachel Rudd05/22/09
So poignant and ful of truth. I really like the comparison with the two majort changes in her life.
Emily Gibson05/23/09
My son just spent his college spring break in a mission trip to one of the largest prisons in the US and talked with men on death row. Many were saved, and full of faith and the conviction of being washed clean. Your story is the truth and you have told it in a personalized powerful way.
Verna Cole Mitchell 05/23/09
I like how you used eleven seconds to show a life ruined and a life reborn. Though your story is sad, I love the redemption here.
Patricia Herchenroether05/25/09
A truly great entry. I love the last sentence that tells it all about the saving grace of God in so few words.
Melinda Wells05/27/09
Thank you for sharing this! It is such a wonderful entry. An excellent telling of forgiveness.