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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Exhale (08/15/13)

TITLE: The Last Rays of Light
By Dave Walker


The day exhaled the last rays of light in a kaleidoscope of orange, yellow and red. Broad brushstrokes of brilliant amber painted on a cobalt sky, swirled overhead from a horizon aflame, gilt-edged with rolling gold.

With the last light reflecting on the still rock pools before me, I sat awe-struck on the shore. What a glorious way for the day to end its life, Lord, in such splendour.

I thought of the many lives I had seen who too, with the Lord's touch, had breathed their last in glory.............

Patricia had cancer. After a course of chemotherapy and radiotherapy, which ravaged her body and depleted her emotional resources, she decided to choose comfort and look forward to meeting Jesus.

As a dyed-in-the-wool Anglican, filled with the Holy Spirit, she combined serene, reverend worship with quiet, bubbling joy. Christened as a baby, she now desired to be fully immersed -- an open expression of her love for her Saviour. Yet she was as emaciated as a Holocaust victim and as weak as a kitten. So one day, a group of her friends helped her to the bathroom in her house and she was baptised in her bath. She emerged radiant, praising God that in her last days she could show her love through obedience to the whisper of the Spirit.

Two weeks later she was admitted to hospital. Since I was working there, I visited her every day and prayed with her. She deteriorated fast and there were times when she was suffering, but her talk was cheerful, optimistic.

Then one day, I went to her and she was uncharacteristically down. "I have had such an upsetting night, Dave. I hardly slept." I waited for her to tell me about her discomfort.

"The poor girl two rooms away has no-one to visit her. She is very ill and needs someone to be with her. I cannot go. Please, leave me. I'll be alright. Go and see her and pray with her."

At that moment, invisibly, the glory came. One could not see it, but I know the angels were bowing in wonder. In the heavens, the sky was lit with brilliance as a daughter of the King, while breathing out the last flickers of the light of her life on earth, agonised over the suffering of another. Just like her King.

And there were others.

There was Marion, terrified when she first arrived for her operation, chest rigid from emphysema, taking little gasps in a frail attempt to suck the oxygen from the air; yet she was favoured by God when we prayed. His Spirit descended and gave her a joy and confidence that stayed with her even as she chatted through her operation under a spinal anaesthetic.

Now, with the onset of complications, she chose to die in dignity rather than with a myriad of tubes, life support, and harsh, bleeping monitors.

As we prayed while her life's light faded and she breathed her last, Jesus came tangibly into the room to fetch her. Never have I felt His presence more as, like an invisible sunset, Princely Peace settled in the room; a peace felt by all who entered, while later that day, He took Marion's hand and ushered her into the Father's presence.

Then there was Jason, six years old and unconscious; dying, with no known treatment. As the father and I prayed, like the sun's afterglow breathing out its last light in splendour, his light faded and he was with Jesus. The glory came to his father, standing by his bed; an agonising glory, sharing in the suffering of Christ, yet knowing that his beloved son was with the Beloved Son.

I sat by the shore a long time; till the brush strokes became grey once more and the glow faded from the horizon. I sat thinking of the tragedy that conceals a glory. The light fades and night comes, yet it comes with the promise of a new burst of light; a new day and a new beginning.

Each of my patients and friends breathed their last, yet it was not their last. As the sun faded, the Son was rising.

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C D Swanson 08/22/13
Wow-This was so intense in its meaning and presentation. Fabulous! Such warmth and truth popping off the page as I read totally immersed in your words of truth.

Loved it. God bless~
Brenda Rice 08/22/13
Tears are flowing as I try typing my comments. Having lost loved ones at young ages to cancer and watching their last moments; you captured the feeling of God's presence in times of great sorry.

Beautifully written, stirring and reassuring, full of love and encouragement. If this is true you are in the right ministry (career).
Jan Ackerson 08/23/13
Your anecdotes about the patients are extremely touching.

I think your entry would be stronger without some of the description in the first few paragraphs. In the first paragraph, you mix three metaphors; the day is compared to a person (it exhales), a kaleidoscope, and something painted. Then in the next paragraph, you use the phrase "ends its life" which usually infers suicide, not what you intended. I'd suggest paring down the descriptions and starting at about paragraph 4, where the real 'oomph' is.

Once I got the heart of your stories, I was riveted. Very well done.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 08/30/13
Congratulations for ranking 6th in your level! (The highest rankings can be found on the message boards.)