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

TITLE: The Least of These
By Brenda Shipman
09/22/11


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I heard his sweet voice before I saw him. When he shyly peeked around the bookshelf, something pulled my heart toward him. He was adorable - big brown eyes, shock of brown hair, skinny little body. His grandma and aunt barked the command for him to "Go sit down!” Wow, I thought, that's a little harsh.

I continued shelving and sorting books, one of my favorite tasks as a volunteer at the library's used bookstore. I hummed along to the beautiful chamber music I'd put in the store's boom box earlier that morning. But I kept my eyes on the boy, and marveled at what a treasure he was.

He ventured off his chair, drawn to the stack of children's books next to him. Grandma immediately shouted at him, "You are so bad! What a brat!” My heart broke for him.

Trying to calm the angry retort screaming in my head, I grabbed a stack of books and began mechanically squeezing them onto the shelves: "Grisham...G, G, G...here it is." I worked my way close to him, knelt down and looked him in the eyes. Oh those eyes - so open, vulnerable, hungry to behold all things beautiful and amazing and wonderful. Ears eager to hear words of affirmation. A starving boy, here in the bookstore.

I took note of the toy dinosaur he held in his little hands and said, "What a cool dinosaur! Can I see it?” He beamed from the attention and said, "Look what he can do! He can move his mouth so he can eat out of his food bowl right here, see?” He showed me the attached tiny bowl. I asked him if he liked books, he said he did. I told him I had a boy, too, but that he was twenty-six years old. His face grew more animated as he exclaimed, "My name is William and I'm four years old!” I said, "That is a great name, William - a very strong name.”

He got distracted and there were customers waiting to check out at the register. I didn't want to break the connection I'd felt with this child. I sensed God had just given me a glimpse of heaven, of His kingdom. In that moment, Jesus' words, "Suffer the little children to come unto Me for of such is the kingdom of heaven," took on flesh. This child before me, one of His "least of these", personified the simplicity and humility in which God longed for me to be clothed.

No wonder He loved them so, no wonder He pulled them into His lap. I longed to lay my hands on this child and pray for him, as Jesus did when the children were brought to Him, especially in light of the total lack of blessing he was receiving from his "caregivers." When I looked into William’s big brown eyes, I saw the face of Jesus, our mutual friend. And when I demonstrated a small measure of kindness and compassion toward him, invited him to "come unto me", I pray that he may have seen the face of Jesus, as well.

When William walked out of the bookstore, I said, “Goodbye, William, come in again, okay?” And I prayed….for the boy, asking God to care for Him throughout his lifetime. And for myself, that I would be willing to be more like a child - humble, open, trusting...able to see the kingdom of God more clearly.


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Noel Mitaxa 09/23/11
You've painted a beautiful picture of one of those cameo moments of anointed contact that God sometimes brings our way through total strangers. Very well done.
Virgil Youngblood 09/23/11
I thoroughly enjoyed this tender, heart-warming story. Well done.
Helen Curtis09/23/11
This is beautiful. There's very little that is as sad as a child being neglected and/or abused in any way. Sometimes I cringe when I hear the way children are spoken to, and it's a piercing reminder to me of my own parenting; am I showing them the face of Jesus? with all my heart I pray that my husband and I do just that. Well done on a beautifully written entry.
Linda Goergen09/24/11
Oh, I was so sad for little William but at least he now had the MC praying for him! This was so wonderfully written and just tugged at the heart! Great job!
Karen Pourbabaee 09/24/11
You illustrated this truth so perfectly----there are no chance meetings when you know the Lord...a heart touching story!
Theresa Santy 09/26/11
Lovely. So sweet and endearing. This story touched my heart.
Edmond Ng 09/29/11
A lovely story that touches the heart to make one feel deep within for another, desiring to reach that someone for God in giving our love and care. Excellent writing.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 09/29/11
Congratulations for placing 8th in level 3!