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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Home (01/09/06)

TITLE: Turning Point
By
01/15/06


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Turning Point


Strains of exuberant Eastern music waft down into the field, having an immediate alluring effect on the young manís soul. Hmmm, I donít remember father mentioning there was to be a party this evening!? Discarding the hand plow, he hurries in from his back-breaking toil to investigate the cause of the impromptu celebration.

Stepping up towards the house he discovers that an honoured guest has arrived from Joppa, and his father Peniel, has slaughtered the fattened-calf for the festivities. Although initially ruffled by the sudden intrusion of the visitorís unannounced arrival, the laughter and joy of family and guests quickly engages him.

Entering the house, servants rush to adorn him in the most magnificent robe he has ever seen. Where did father get this from? Sandals soiled from the labour of the field are deftly removed and his feet tenderly washed, then re-shod with sandals bedecked with costly jewels. Taking his calloused hands, servants proceed to decorate his fingers with golden rings.

Swiftly, but politely, the servants distribute their culinary wares, lavishly prepared delicacies fit for a king. Musicians skillfully play, aptly reflecting the joyful mood of the occasion. Dazzling colours, both dyed and embroidered on the guests' exquisite clothing, reveal the visitorís importance.

Taking a wine goblet from a passing servant, the young man pauses to draw in the aromatic fragrance. Hmm, perfect colour, perfect fragrance, a masterful blend indeed! Pleased with his fatherís choice of wine, he takes a sip, then allows the delicious liquid to linger on his tongue before swallowing it, his stomach and chest instantly warming with the greatly desirable burning sensation.

Suddenly, the young man becomes aware of an irritation on his leg and reaches down to soothe the demanding itch ...

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Startled, Jered awoke abruptly from his captivating dream. Running his hand down his leg to the source of his skinís irritation, he discovered pig-slops from the morning feeding frenzy splashed over his leg. One of the pigs had left its wallowing in the mud to follow the scent of food to the sleeping man. Sickened by the despised creatureís feasting from his leg, Jered recoiled in disgust, violently repulsing the shameless pig.

Standing to his feet, Jeredís heart ached with crushing sadness. The vivid dream portraying his home, rushed through his troubled mind, scene by scene. The impact so profound that hot tears squeezed from the corner of his eyes, carving a stream through his filth-encrusted face. A deep pang of longing struck his soul, the painful truth piercing his heart as if a sword had passed him through.

The course of his downfall paraded through Jeredís rueful memory ... the compulsive passion that possessed him to live lavishly in exotic ports and explore wondrous foreign lands ... to be adorned in fashionable clothing and to mix with the rich and influential ... to leave behind forever the bone-wearing labours of the field ...

Contemplating the sorrow of his father and the bitter anger of his brother Uri, as he left for his foolish conquest, brought a fresh gush of tears. Slumping to the ground in utter defeat, Jered buried his head in his soiled hands and howled in abject despair and regret.
ďOh God! What have I done? Look at whatís become of me!Ē The gravity and bitterness of his misdemeanor threatened to engulf his soul. Sobs of repentance racked his body.

Exhausted with his wretched existence, washed out emotionally and stripped of dignity, Jered finally faced the self-inflicted misery fashioned by his own impulsive desires. He cried out in agonized prayer for a solution. Perhaps, Yahweh will hear my cry! Suddenly, scenes from the dream again returned to his mind. ďHome! Yes! I must return home, no matter what the consequences,í he cried with overwhelming desperation for his fatherís embrace and the familiarity of home.

ďHow many of my father's hired men have food to spare, and here I am starving to death and a servant to stinking pigs! I will go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. Iím no longer worthy to be called your son; make me like one of your hired men,Ē Jered whimpered in anguish.

The wisdom of righteousness seized Jered, compelling him with new resolve. A turning point in his young life, getting home now demanded his full attention. Without a parting glance, Jered turned his back on Syria, embarking on his homeward journey ... to his father in Bethsaida.





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Luke 15:11-27. NIV. An adaptation of the ĎProdical Soní.


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Crista Darr01/17/06
Very well-written.
Shari Armstrong 01/18/06
A very well done telling of the story. But, one little nitpick -I don't think I would have refered to the music as "Eastern" because that's a more modern term :) I liked the dream sequence.
Ann Grover01/18/06
I loved the visuals and the contrasts... from the 'delicious liquid' to the 'pig-slops.' I was taken in from the beginning... thinking it was the older son questioning the party, not realizing it was a dream... very cleverly done.
Julianne Jones01/18/06
I liked the use of the dream. I too thought it was told from the older brother's POV and was wondering why it was taking so long for him to recognise the important guest as his own brother. LOL. Well written - as always.
Pat Guy 01/18/06
As I was reading I was struck by the thought that for some reason the prodical knew he could go home. Even though he fully desired a lesser postition - he knew he could go home. Just like we always can, to our Heavenly Father. Good work! Kept me 'til the end!
Val Clark01/19/06
Yes, I too was 'conned' initially into thinking it was about the older son. Clever you. What an intereting and engaging take, turning the story on its head and giving the end before the beginning.
Jan Ackerson 01/19/06
Beautifully written, and I like the shift from presnet tence in the dream to past tense in reality. A masterful touch.
Candice Kettell01/20/06
ooOOoo This was really good. I was so surprised that he was dreaming! I think you did very well portraying his thoughts and emotions. The bible does not go into great detail so often with such things but rather leaves some things to the imagination. You did an excellent job on this.
Carla Feagans01/20/06
Beautifully written, I'm so glad I read this one.

Thank you for this beautiful and unique take on a very well-known story, and so perfect for the Home topic.
Maxx .01/21/06
Ah, yes. Nicely written.. and great message in there too. Thank you for sharing it!
Lynda Lee Schab 01/21/06
Very well constructed - loved your opening with the dream. I never thought deeply about the son waking up with the pigs but you described a realistic scenario. Great take on topic. Cleverly and creatively done!
Blessings, Lynda
Suzanne R01/22/06
Clever move, that surprise realization that it was just a dream.

Your choice of words, as always, is quite exquisite!