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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Drip (04/25/13)

TITLE: Drawn to a Drip
By Allen Povenmire
05/01/13


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I could not avoid its incessancy.

Drip, drip, drip, drip.

It was an unusually hectic day. My men and I oversaw the execution of three condemned men. Having carried out dozens before, Id developed a rather callous indifference to the procedures. Keeping a hardened distance was the only way a man could successfully serve on my squad. Several had tried, but found they were not suited for the task.

I knew the two men on the outer crosses to be common thieves, but that man in between them - I wasnt sure what his real crime was. Many said he claimed to be some sort of king. My men mocked him earlier as he was whipped and beaten. I draped a purple robe over his bloody back to call attention to his proclaimed royalty, complete with a crown of thorns wed jammed into his scalp.

We had beaten him so badly he could hardly make it up the hill. Despite people screaming wretched insults and spitting upon him, forward he trudged, his eyes seemingly fixed upon an objective of which only he knew.

Submissively, he fell on the rocky Golgotha ground. I then realized that from the abusive whipping, punching, and slapping to the agonizing walk through the streets to this laying himself down, he had voiced not one objection. No, not even a scornful look our way.

Now, it was always my practice when nailing men to the cross to make no eye contact. Attribute it to insensitivity, if you will, but though Id hammered through many a mans hands and feet, that grisly sound of piercing flesh and tendon, accompanied by the agonizing screams could penetrate the most thick-skinned amongst us. But driving the jagged spike through the mans right hand with my heavy iron mallet, my eyes were drawn toward his. And though he screamed out in pain, that same expression of determination to finish this task remained. The blood gushed forth, and I watched as it ran down his arm.

We erected all three crosses and began the long wait for death to overcome them. Some men die quickly, while others battle death right up to their last gasp. If it carried on too long, wed simply break their legs, rendering them unable to raise themselves up to breathe. Though seemingly cruel, it was perhaps the most humane act that we performed.

My men were shouting and laughing as they gambled for the mans clothing. The mob both screamed in hatred and cried out in sorrow. Above all this commotion, I began to hear it...It drew my attention away from the turmoil. That sound began to penetrate my soul. My mind could not elude it.

Drip, drip, drip, drip.

What was it? Where was it coming from? I looked with determination for its source, as if it were calling to me.

Drip, drip, drip, drip.

And then I saw it. The blood Id seen running down the mans arm was now falling off at his elbow, down upon the rocks below.

Drip, drip, drip, drip.

No matter what I did, I was transfixed at the rhythmic sound of his blood splattering one drop at a time.

Drip, drip, drip, drip.

I heard the man cry out in agony and call out to God. At one point, he did something truly remarkable - he asked God to forgive us. He pleaded that we didnt know what we were doing...and maybe he was right. He was like no other man Id ever encountered.

The day grew darker and darker, until it was pitch black as the night. The ground shook violently, knocking me face-down, paralyzed with fear. Never have I witnessed such an event, and yet through it all, I remained drawn to the drops of blood hitting the rocks below.

Drip, drip, drip, drip.

I'm not sure what overcame me exactly. Looking up, I felt an undeniable love from this now dead man hanging limply in front of me. Getting to my feet, I stumbled forward. As I reached the foot of the cross, I blurted out what was churning in my soul, though I didnt completely understand it all:

Truly this man was the Son of God." *

The instant I professed what I knew to be the Truth, I heard a drop fall yet again. But this one landed with a softer, more comforting sound. You see, that last drop...fell on me.


* Mark 15:39 (KJV)


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Cheryl Harrison 05/04/13
Wow. From the eyes of the executioner. Thoughtful take on the topic. This caused me to pause. Great work.
Cinda Carter05/04/13
I felt the intensity of how Jesus hung there on the cross. I could just imagine the pain He suffered as I continued to read on and with each drop of His blood as it dripped down His elbow was so,visualized. Breath taking story on how His cleansing blood can soften even the sound of a drip. Great job.
lynn gipson 05/04/13
This took my breath away. What a unique and heart rending take on the topic. I felt the man's emotions, you described his character so well. VERY well done.
Christina Banks 05/04/13
An amazing perspective for a powerful story. I have always wondered what was going on in the mind of that soldier.
Virgil Youngblood 05/05/13
This was painful to read, but excellent in every way. Definitely on topic, and thoughtfully written.
A B05/06/13
This was amazing and moved me to tears. The unique perspective of the centurion and the graphic picture you painted, made for a captivating read. Very well done and hopefully a winner. Every blessing
Bea Edwards 05/06/13
Absolutely stunning in its tribute to the power of the blood.
I feel a bit shell shocked absorbing this piece. Quite in awe of your perspective.
Bravo!
Christina Banks 05/09/13
Well deserved First place. Congratulations!
Lillian Rhoades 05/09/13
If ever there was a perfect ending, this was one! Lots of detailed narrative produced a wonderful account of the crucifixion.

Congratulations!
John Huckstep05/09/13
The hard hitting impact of a drop of blood that saved the world---What a powerful, well told story. Congradulations
Sharon Eastman05/09/13
Outstanding! Chills all through my body. Hope this is published for the world to see.
Francy Judge05/09/13
Congratulations! What a beautiful way to tell the story of salvation. This was so powerful. Your ending was just perfect. I want to read it again.
Cheryl Harrison 05/09/13
I knew this one was a winner. Congrats on your 1st place EC and your 1st place level win. Great job!
A B05/10/13
Congratulations. I worthy winner :)
Bea Edwards 05/10/13
Bravo again! Your story is a masterpiece and I'm thrilled you took the first EC.
Leola Ogle 05/10/13
Congratulation Allen on this excellent entry. God bless!