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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Phew! (02/11/10)

TITLE: Who Decides?
By The Masked Truelovers
02/15/10


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There was a sad hush in the large parlor area. A woman could be seen weeping next to a casket, greeting the family, friends and acquaintances of her husband, Woodruff Bigalow. He was a fit sixty year old man who’s life was recently cut short by a heart attack.

Gale thought as she looked on, “I hope he made it. I used to think he was a pretty strong Christian, but I was never sure in the last few years. I can’t believe I saw him drinking wine when we bumped into him at the restaurant last week.”

“He used to get so angry at Cindy,” contemplated his former mother-in-law by his first marriage. “I hope he gets what he deserves.”

“I could never understand why I used to hear him saying the ‘sh’ word at work. I thought he was a Christian, but ya never know,” thought Stu, one of his work buddies.

Jacob, the fellow deacon at his previous church who told him he had to step down when Woodruff was going through divorce, wondered, “I hope that divorce didn’t make him lose his salvation. He seemed to change after all that. And then he got remarried and started bringing ‘her’ to church with him.”

“Sometimes, I’d hear him laughing at crude jokes in the lunchroom,” thought another one of his co-workers. “And other times he’d ask me to come to a Bible Study before work. Yea, …right!”

Pastor Michaels tearfully looked on. “I just don’t understand why he left our church for that dead church. He must have never really had the Spirit. Poor deceived man.”

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Three Days Earlier …

Woodruff stood over his lifeless body in his front lawn. The mower was still moving with no human to guide it’s direction.

“Wow, that’s weird. Did I just die?”

His life suddenly flashed before him. He began to panic as he remembered all the wrong he did in his life. “Oh my gosh,” he silently screamed. “I’m not going to make it.”

An instant later, he was standing before a bright light in what seemed like a dream world. A voice echoed out from within the brightness. “Welcome Woodruff, I’ve been expecting you. Let me show you to your room.”

A great peace swept over Woodruff as he realized who was speaking. “But…but…Lord. What about the divorce, the swearing, my temper, and how I’d sometimes blend in with the crowd at work? …and everything else I’ve done wrong?”

The light faded and Woodruff saw a clear figure before him, warmly smiling. “All I see is your faith,” He said. “My blood took care of the rest.”

“Phew!” replied Woodruff. “I’m glad you’re the one who decides.”

Maybe we should just show others the same mercy and compassion that God shows us. Let God decide the rest.


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Lisa Johnson 02/18/10
Awesome job!!! I for one am glad that God decides.
c clemons02/20/10
Very good, I'm you showed it's not about what "the others" think. Good job.
c clemons02/20/10
Oops, a boo-boo on my part, I wanted to say, "I'm so glad...