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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Our Mutual Friend (not about the book) (09/15/11)

TITLE: Pastor Jerry and Jesus at the Bean Punk Cafe
By Sydney Avey
09/18/11


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Every morning I stop at the Bean Punk Cafe for mocha and I see this skinny, cave-chested guy sitting near the window like itís his corner office. I come here because I canít do the spirits anymore, and I miss the conversation at Louieís. The Bean Punk has its interesting characters though and this guy with the S-curve in his spine is one.

Heís wearing a black shirt with a pleated front and white collar, which gives his business away right quick. He sits at a tiny table juggling a decaf latte with a yellow legal pad he scribbles on while he waits for his appointments. As he writes he checks the fine print in the Bible he balances on his knee. I sink into a couch nearby and open my laptop so heíll think Iíve got work to do too. I drum my fingers on the keys and tune my ear so I can hear what heís telling people.

Today this young gal comes over and sits down all dejected with her coffee and bagel. They lean into each other and I have to sit real still to hear anything.

ďPastor Jerry, I donít know what to do. He says he doesnít love me like he used to and heís thinking about leaving me. Well duh, we have three kids! Of course things are different.Ē

This is sadder than anything I ever heard at Louieís. This galís pretty well put together. I canít think why any man would walk out on a pretty woman and his little kids. I drain my mocha and the sugar buzz hits me about the same time Sueís face pops into my head. Well God, isnít that what I did? I left Sue and our twins and those kids arenít speaking to me to this day. I want to stop by that corner window table, drop my card by the little galís empty cup and tell her, ďHave your husband give me a call. Iíll wise him up.Ē

But the good reverend doesnít talk to her about her husband. He doesnít tell her what to do. Instead, he talks about Jesus, like Jesus is a real person who can do something about the situation. I heard some of this same stuff in my alcohol recovery program but not so personal. I mean, itís almost like Jesus is sitting at the table with these two, listening to her tale of woe and pouring courage into her empty cup Ė not the kind of courage you get at Louieís that dulls your senses and fogs your brain, but more like a sweet energy that helps a person run the distance.

When the young woman gets up to leave, she seems to be in possession of something she didnít have when she came in. Iím not sure what it is, but somehow I think she is going to be okay whether her jerk of a husband gets it together or not. More than that it seems she knows she will be okay.

Pastor Jerry looks over at me and smiles just as my favorite barista Marie sets a second mocha down in front of me. I rise to my feet, pick up my steamy brew and join him at his table.

ďWhatís your story?Ē he asks me, and we talk like people who meet on a plane and discover they have a mutual friend Ė one he knows a lot better than I do.


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Linda Goergen09/22/11
Wonderfully woven word images - absorbing read Ė great job!
Nancy Bucca 09/24/11
I love that line, "pouring courage into her empty cup." This is a great tale, well told but not overdone. It's great the way you tied this all together.
Jody Day 09/26/11
Good job. I was engaged throughout. The images were clear and compelling and you were right on topic.
Cheryl Harrison 09/29/11
I have not been on the site lately, but I had a few minutes to spare and decided to read a few entries. Your title drew me in and I was not disappointed. These few minutes were well spent!

I loved this line...

"When the young woman gets up to leave, she seems to be in possession of something she didnít have when she came in."
Lillian Rhoades 09/29/11
Congratulations! It's always great to read what winners write. :-)
Brenda Rice 10/01/11
I am not able to write for the challenges at this time, but once in a while I drop in to read them. You did an excellent job with this entry. Well done and congrat!
Jan Ackerson 03/28/12
Sydney, I'm going to feature this awesome story on the Front Page Showcase for the week of April 30. Look for it on the FaithWriters home page--and congratulations!