Hire
Writers
Editors
Home Tour About Read What's New Help Forums Join
My Account Login
Shop
Save
Support
E
Book
Store
Learn
About
Jesus
  



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

BACK TO
CHALLENGE
MAIN

INSTRUCTIONS

how it works
submission rules
guidelines for
choosing a level

ENTRIES

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.





TRUST JESUS TODAY

TRY THE TEST



Share
how it works   Submit

Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Hotel/Motel (09/12/05)

TITLE: The Man in Unit 2
By Lois Jennison Tribble
09/18/05


 LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE
 SEND A PRIVATE COMMENT
 ADD TO MY FAVORITES

What a relief to close the door behind me: Room 8 is all mine.

Don't get me wrong--I chose to participate in this seminar; but I didn't know it required digging up "old bones". For some, these recollections are savory: they reacted like puppies recollecting where they'd hidden their choicest morsels. For me, it's unearthing dead bodies.

What an assignment: easy for those who earnestly followed some teacher's prayer in Sunday school at age seven. But putting my testimony on paper detailing how I met Jesus Christ, well... It's easier committing to full-time missionary work in the Sudan than putting all that in writing. He got me: enough said.

They want more. Dear God: Make me able. Sprawled across the bed with my eyes closed, I can hear the steady dripping of water in the bathroom.

Just like Room 2: was that the beginning? During the summer before college I worked as a maid at a 24-unit bargain motel on the outskirts of town. New to the business, the owners' dreams of freedom clashed with reality: motels are like babies--constantly in need of changing, and impossible to leave without babysitters. Dewey and Joyce had none.

Our guests varied: families and singles, business people and vacationers, suicides and party animals, newlyweds and adulterers. All kinds sleeping successively in the same beds: only the sheets were changed. If walls could talk, how many would stay?

Because I could fantasize, time passed quickly. Rarely did we meet face to face, but I learned to read guests through subtle shifts in our surroundings. Whether or not intended, people impact their space--almost like dogs marking territory. I'd picture people: who they were, what they looked like, where they'd come from and where they were going, neatly classifying each room's occupants by the time I finished cleaning.

Until Unit 2: Something about that guest was different. I breathed in peace, contentment, and tranquillity every time I walked through his door. It was intoxicating!

For two months he lived there, but I never saw him. Unconsciously I watched his entry from every vantage point, hoping he'd appear; then consciously I strained to glimpse the one person that summer who defied my classifications: he was never home.

I loved touching his possessions as I dusted: the framed picture on his desk of a twin-engine plane named "Dominique", a Baby Ben alarm clock on his nightstand, and our like-new Gideon Bible placed beside his bed. Each day I'd return it to its proper spot in the bottom drawer; each night he'd move it back beside the clock.

Such a small thing, but it was personal. He left a message: "My Dear Maid," it began. I opened the Bible to read the rest, where his note protruded from the book of Romans: "Thank you for leaving this Bible where placed--May God bless you." The ninth verse in chapter ten was underlined, so I continued: "if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved." Did he want me to read that, too? It got me thinking.

Who knows? He moved on and so did I. Years later, neck-deep in quicksand, Jesus called again, and I responded. By then it was too late: I'd buried bodies in the swamp. Unspeakable.

God's ways are mysterious: I wonder... Reaching inside my nightstand drawer, I grab a Gideon Bible. It slips from my grasp to drop open on the floor at 1 John 1. My eyes focus on the ninth verse: "If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness"--like making old beds new with fresh, clean sheets. Why haven't I seen that before?

It's not about burying past sin, is it? Rather, we remove dirty linens, hand them to Jesus and exchange them for new. We start over, letting the dead bury the dead while reaching the living--spreading His presence everywhere we go, a fragrance to be inhaled. Like the man in Unit 2: not making a difference so much as being different, and letting the Holy Spirit do the rest.

Who cares about the past? It's all about present and future. Grabbing paper and pen, I scribble: "I met Jesus in a motel room, but I didn't know it for the longest time." I still don't know the end, but with God's help, at least I see my beginning.



_____________
KJV


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 591 times
Member Comments
Member Date
Jan Ackerson 09/21/05
I like this testimony a lot, and I like the frame you set it in (the requirements of the seminar). Nicely done. You use an awful lot of colons where other punctuation would more typically be used. Very moving testimony!
janet rubin09/23/05
I can't believe I'm only the 2nd to comment-I liked this, liked your metaphors. Hmmm...this is the 3rd article in this week's challenge to mention 1John 1:9. Isn't that odd?
Deborah Porter 09/26/05
Hello dear Lois. Just popping in to let you know that you were in the running once again. I think you've either been in the winner's list or in the semi-finals just about every week of the challenge so far.

I have to admit that I know that feeling about being asked to rake over the past too - that definitely struck a chord with me when I read your entry. I'm with you!

Anyway dear friend, keep up the great work and hope to see more from you next quarter. Love, Deb (Challenge Coordinator)