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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Abundance (06/08/06)

TITLE: The Cart
By Pat Guy


One morning, a man from the village, placed his most precious belongings in a course woven sack. His wife had embroidered fine threads of red, blue and green into a design of such beauty, her craft became known throughout the land. They were not rich, nor were they poor, but worked hard and diligently to feed and clothe their family.

On this particular day, he would be traveling to a much larger village by foot, for his steed was recovering in the stables of injury.

As he set out, he knew his journey would be a long and lonely one – and one of desperate hope. Slinging the sack over his shoulder, he walked unaware of misty golden rays shimmering through branches of the magnificent trees surrounding their farmland.

The morning was clear and blue. It wasn’t long before he took notice of a rare sight indeed – a cart made of heartwood. For its warm glow was unlike any other wood, being cut from the heart of the magnificent trees.

The cart pulled up beside him. ‘I bid you good morning kind sir.’ the driver greeted. ‘May I offer my services to carry your burden and yourself?’

Being a truly kind man, the man from the village stopped and politely declined his offer, ‘No thank you kind sir, and I bid you good morning; but I do not accept services I cannot pay for.’ And he continued on his way.

‘But sir,’ the driver persisted, ‘the Master of our village has graciously supplied his cart to all who are in need. It is his finest.’

The man from the village stopped to give the driver his attention once again, ‘Indeed, it does look fine and of superior strength; the steed – a sturdy breed, but I am a man of responsibility. This sack holds what is dear and precious to me and my wife. I must be the one to carry it through to the end.’

The driver looked down … the man looked up … their eyes met.

‘Aaaaaah, I see,’ the driver nodded in approval, ‘the Master foresaw those who harbor love deeply. Not only out of the abundance of his own riches does he offer his finest cart, but also, out of the abundance of his own love does he supply this need. You see, he understands … love.’

The man’s heart was troubled. Love, he pondered. I must needs arrive at the village quickly and get home before sundown. But … ‘I cannot pay to provide this luxury of quick passage, driver. I do have this sack. Although the fabric is course, it is embroidered with fine thread by my wife’s skilled hand. Please accept this on behalf of my debt to your Master.’

The driver shook his head and earnestly stated, ‘It is my purpose to relieve the burdens of travelers. The Master has already provided for this journey. Not only am I to carry you and your beloved treasures to their intended destination, I am to complete the course – may I ask, of what is your need?’

‘My children have suffered with illness of which we cannot cure. I am hoping I will search out the one of great knowledge in these matters so I can purchase the potions to make them well.’

‘Then we need to make haste and find those who can help.’

The man from the village was shocked and incredulous at the driver’s suggestion. ‘Driver! It is one to offer passage, it is yet another to stay by my side and aid in the responsibility that is mine alone to bear! I cannot impose such a time-consuming endeavor.’

‘It would greatly please the Master if you would accept this offer of passage and assistance. I have journeyed to this village many times. If you release to me your treasure and accept my lead, we will accomplish what is needed.’

This kind father, husband, man, shook his head in disbelief. Clutching the burden of hope resting heavy upon his heart, he closed his eyes. Why? Why would the Master care? Why would a man of abundant riches and power, offer his own cart and driver to the likes of him without any payment in return? I cannot …

Weary, the man looked up … the driver looked down … their eyes met – they both knew – they both understood … love.

The man from the village lifted his burden onto the cart and sat next to the Driver cradling the reins.


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Debbie OConnor06/15/06
I enjoyed this. It is sometimes harder to receive help than to give it. The man's acceptance of the offered love and help in the end was beautiful. Great story.
Suzanne R06/15/06
This is gorgeous! I love the fairy tale nature of it and the strong message that comes through, especially through the capitalization of D for Driver at the end.
Lori Othouse 06/16/06
This was such a nice story. Very easy to relate to and to grasp the message. God bless!
Melanie Kerr 06/17/06
A wonderfully rich story with lots of truths to catch hold of. Thanks for posting.
Sally Hanan06/17/06
This was a fantastic analogy of how hard it is for some to openly receive what God has to offer them. Your first two paragraphs have a few grammar mistakes, but you've probably seen them since.
Is this part of a bigger story?
Tabiatha Tallent06/20/06
This is a great story! I would love to read more.
Venice Kichura06/20/06
I agree--very good story.
terri tiffany06/20/06
I mostly liked how they stopped and looked at each other. It was well placed both times. You told a very good story in a time and place that I find difficult to write about. Nice job!!:)
Ann Grover06/20/06
Very beautiful... just the tense and spelling problem at the beginning, and I'm sure you're already aware of them.

We so often reject God's abundant mercy and grace, thinking we are more than able to carry our burdens and solve our problems on our own. To be honest... it made me cry... thank you for sharing....
Brenda Craig06/20/06
"The driver looked down … the man looked up … their eyes met." Loved that line. Reminds me of the scripture in John where He chooses us first. You did not choose Me, I chose you. When He looks at us with such love, how can we but respond. Very touching with a sense of sweet romance.
George Parler 06/20/06
It is amazing that we find it easier to give than to receive, but it is so true. Wonderful story and message.
Maxx .06/20/06
poetic language (surprise!) and a very nice story. Excellent. I wasn't partial to the dialect, but that's just me. I think you'll do well here. Very good!
Jan Ackerson 06/21/06
What a beautiful allegory! Just full of aha! moments, and I really like the voice.
dub W06/21/06
The allegory and language are well done. A major flaw/conflict in the issue, email me, can discuss it.
Dr. Sharon Schuetz06/21/06
I loved it. You created a real fairytale here for sure. Good job.
Trina Courtenay06/21/06
I'm with Terri and Brenda, love how they looked at each other.

Amy Michelle Wiley 06/22/06
Wonderful allegory, Pat! I love it!
Laurie Glass 06/23/06
What an imaginative piece and a great take on the topic. Well done.
Karie Spiller07/01/06
excellent story. I liked it very much.