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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Eternity (03/10/11)

TITLE: I Was There
By Karen Shell


Reverend Lee slid back in the recliner, closed his Bible and just held it. Easter was only three days away and he couldn’t seem to find the words for the perfect sermon.

Rebekah walked quietly through the room carrying a load of fresh laundry to be put away. With only a glance his way she sensed her husband’s frustration. Somehow she always knew when something was troubling him. “I know that look,” she said, prompting him to confide.

“I want people to experience Easter, not just celebrate it,” he told her, without looking up.

“You’re tired tonight. Pray about it, get some sleep and work on it tomorrow. I’m going to bed. Will you be up soon?”

“Sure,” he answered, then leaned forward. “You do understand what I mean, don’t you? I want people to grasp the truth, not just celebrate a holiday once a year.”

“I understand you can reach a lot of people at Easter,” she said with a laugh, then more seriously, “I also know the celebration takes on a deeper meaning when you’ve experienced it for yourself.”

He laid back in his chair, pondering what she said. He began dozing, then a restless sleep took over his thoughts. He heard shouts around him. Suddenly the room was filled with a crowd. Who were these people, he wondered, and why were they in his living room? What were they screaming? He became confused as he tried talking to them, but it was as if he weren’t really there. No one could see him, or hear him. Is this a dream, he wondered? Where am I? That’s when he looked up and saw Him standing at the front of the crowd. He stood still and listened. It made sense now. He understood their cries. Their angry shouts sent a chill up his spine. Did they know what they were doing? Didn’t they know who they were sending to his death? He tried over and over to make someone hear him. They needed to realize they were murdering their own Savior. Their voices became louder as he pleaded with them to stop. “Crucify him,” echoed around him as his own words failed. How can I reach them, he wondered, to tell them this is Jesus Christ, the one who came to bring us eternal life. He tried to pray, “God, let me get through to them.”

“He came for you,” he began screaming, but stopped as he realized what he was saying. He looked up and watched as Pilate struggled with his own decision. Which force would he listen to? Then a wave of shock rushed through his mind as he heard his own voice scream “crucify him; my eternity depends on this man.”

Rev. Lee jumped at the touch of Rebekah’s hand on his arm. His wide-eyed look frightened her for a moment. Then she gently asked, “Did you figure it out?”
“You might say that,” he answered with a weak smile.”

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Amanda Brogan03/19/11
The part where the Reverend shouted with the crowd nearly sent chills up my spine. This story offers some probing questions ... if we went back, knowing what we know about Jesus, would we be selfish enough to ask for His death?

I thought you wrapped it up very well.
Noel Mitaxa 03/19/11
I like your imaginative glimpse of that first horrendous Easter, especially as you haven't allowed your hindsight to interfere. If he had not died, even at the hands of the lynch mob you have described so well, he could not be a Saviour. For though he looked the victim, he was the only one in control - having the power to lay his life down and take it up again.
A small criticism is where you launch the dream, with a very busy, complicated paragraph, but I find it easy to get so absorbed when writing biblical fiction that it's hard to know how to break it up.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 03/23/11
I so get where you are taking me. When I was a teen I went on a retreat celebrating Holy week, each group had to come up with a name based on the heroes in the Easter story.I wanted to name our group Judas because in my teen mind I believed if Judas didn't betray Jesus then he wouldn't have died for my eternity.

I think it's important to show others different ways of thinking. It helps me to figure things out for myself rather than having it force-fed.

You did an outstanding job giving people a fresh perspective on things.Thanks again for a great, suspenseful story. This is in my top 3 so far!
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 03/24/11
Congratulations for placing 8th in your level!