Home Read What's New Join
My Account Login

Read Our Devotional             2016 Opportunities to be Published             Detailed Navigation

The HOME for Christian writers! The Home for Christian Writers!
The Official Writing Challenge



how it works
submission rules
guidelines for
choosing a level


submit your entry
read current entries
read past entries
challenge winners

Our Daily Devotional HERE
Place it on your site or
receive it daily by email.



how it works   Submit

Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Conversation (face to face) (10/07/10)

TITLE: On Trial, Again
By Francy Judge


Some days I’d like to disappear. The conversation twists into one of those uncomfortable, tongue-tied moments—the perfect time to test time-warp travel. And I’m sure my tongue knots easier than most. Yesterday was one of those tongue-tied-get-me-outta-here days.

Sunlight skipped in and out of clouds; every few minutes, I’d throw on my sweater only to yank it off again. The unique scent of hot turf, sweaty boys, and garbage trucks, rose up from the soccer field--worse than rotten broccoli, the potpourri of sports. But my son’s soccer game was exciting and I could ignore the smells tickling my nose, at least until half time, when I’d join the other soccer moms in complaining.

“Ooh, that smell is unbearable,” I said to the moms next to me on the bench, covering my nose with the back of my hand.

“I know. You’d think they could park their dump trucks somewhere else, away from a soccer field full of kids.”

“I guess it doesn’t bother the kids. Jake’s cleats smell like they were born in the dump.”

“Same with Dillon’s. There’s nothing worse than his sweaty soccer socks; although, the dog loves them.”

We chuckle while watching our boys charge at the goal. Then the conversation turns toward schoolwork.

“I don’t know how Dillon can run—last night he stayed up past midnight working on Ms. Glasstein’s history project.”

“She gives way too much homework,” Page scrunches her nose—was it the stench or the thought of homework? “Tommy never gets to sleep before eleven.”

I stared straight at the field so they wouldn’t ask—

But Mary did. “Who does Jake have this year? Not Mr. Woods, I hope.”

“No, not him.”

“That’s good,” said Mary. “So he must have Mrs. Marino or Mrs. Thomas.”


They cocked their heads in confusion—two perplexed puppies trying to process my words.

“Does he go to private school?”

“No, he’s homeschooled.”

Now, the questions—the same questions I’ve heard since I started homeschooling ten years ago. . .

“Oh, hmm, really?” said Page.

“Wow, do you have the patience of Job?” asked Mary.

“Not really.”

Page’s eyes lit up as if she figured the answer to an ancient riddle. “Are you a certified teacher?”

“No, just a mom.” Okay, you can blink now—I’m not an alien, determined to rule my kids’ lives.

Mary’s forehead wrinkled. “How do you know he’s working at the right level?”

I’d have loved to say Jake has the same IQ as Einstein, but he’s no Einstein. A circus performer, maybe.

“I give him quizzes every week and he takes a standardized test at the end of each year.” But I knew that wouldn’t satisfy their curiosity.

Page asked right on cue: “Well, how does he do socially? I mean he’s not around his peers all day.”

So? “He does have three brothers and a sister. Does he look strange to you?”

“No, of course not,” they responded quickly.

But I was sure they’d be quick to notice any odd behavior and blame it on his lack of peer contact. Or me. This had been easy up until this point, but I knew the most challenging question was coming. . .

Page squinted in the sun. “Do you mind me asking. . . why did you decide to homeschool?”

They stared at me, the teacher on trial. Is she qualified to teach her children?

I debated—should I give them the real answer, testify to my relationship with God, say homeschooling was His plan or chicken out and beat around the invisible bush? I would have to endure the now-I-know-you’re-nuts look. They waited for my answer.

“Mmm . . . many reasons.” I could feel feathers sprouting. “They’re taught in the method that suits each individually.” Cluck, cluck. “We can finish quickly and take field trips.” Cock-a-doodle-doo. “And there’s no peer pressure at home.” Before the rooster crowed three times, I decided to tell the real reason…

“And because—”

Suddenly, Jake bounded over and interrupted me. “Mom, could I please have my water? I’m sooo thirsty.” Sweat trickled down his cheeks.

“Sure, buddy.”


Half-time ended and so did my bumbling attempt to defend my choice to homeschool. The rooster may not have crowed, but I felt as guilty as Paul must have for missing the opportunity to share my faith.

A cool breeze tickled my neck, reminding me God was still there; I’d get another chance. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I’d be on trial. Again.

The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
Accept Jesus as Your Lord and Savior Right Now - CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.

This article has been read 651 times
Member Comments
Member Date
Sarah Heywood10/22/10
Oh, numerous times I have sat in the same seat as your MC. This is our 8th yr of homeschooling and sad to say, there have been too many times I've given surface answers instead of the deepest reason that we homeschool. Good writing!
Caitlyn Meissner10/22/10
I've been homeschooled all my life, so I know how you feel. It is so easy to give some of the reasons for homeschooling, without getting to the source of the matter. Thank you for a very good article. :)
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 10/24/10
Although I don't homeschool my kids, I can empathize with you. It's funny how people always wonder if home-schooled kids are socialized. I live in a rural area and there are no neighbors for my kids to play with. I often think they are more isolated than their home-schooled friends who live in a busy neighborhood play community sports and do group activities with other home-schoolers! Even though you felt you weren't defending your faith the reasons you gave are excellent and your article was a great read.
Virgil Youngblood 10/25/10
An interesting slant on the topic with meat-on-the-table to digest. I'm glad for second chances for I too often need them.
Carol Penhorwood 10/26/10
I believe that homeschooling is becoming more prevalent in our society and can certainly understand the need for it. I believe it is a calling. When God asks, He will provide what is needed. It is a shame when homeschoolers feel they have to justify their calling.

God bless you for this well written article.