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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Hope (05/04/06)

TITLE: A Mother's Tears
By Marita Vandertogt
05/08/06


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A MOTHER’S TEARS

Her hat is black. It’s old black, like she feels, like her hair, too deep to be real, with a shine that comes from not washing it enough. She sits in the polished pew and holds a Bible in her hand, her fingers tight around the black cover. An organ pipes The Old Rugged Cross and Marion sits, waiting again. The podium fills up with a man in a dark suit and fine wispy white hair pulled across a shiny forehead. He thumps a fist on the lecturn to draw attention, and clears his throat. The congregation stops whispering, talking, and the room becomes silent..
“Today,” says Reverend Spangler, “we will discuss the Kingdom of Heaven.” His cheeks get redder and his voice starts to raise a pitch. “The Kingdom of Heaven is…” His voice drones on in Marion’s head. “I know what it isn’t,” she thinks to herself, the bitter thoughts starting again, and she knows, once again, she’ll struggle with his words. She comes every Sunday, hoping someday she’ll be able to understand. But every Sunday she fights the words Brother Spangler speaks from the pulpit. She lowers her head and opens the Bible slowly, turning to a finely decorated page that has Deaths swirled across the top in fine gold letters. “Momma,” a little voice behind her speaks the word in a broken, two syllable attempt. Mom-ma, like a baby doll, and fills her head with memories again..
“The Kingdom of Heaven isn’t a good time either, waiting to happen.” The voice from the pulpit continues. “And it isn’t . . ..” The congregation hold their gaze, like they do every Sunday when Brother Spangler pulls out everything he knows about the Kingdom of Heaven. But Marion has her own ideas. She shifts around, uncomfortable in the pew. Her body is older now, older than it was when she walked up and down the sidewalks, his little hand in hers asking the names of everything he saw. “Caterpillar” Marion said to the prickly creature that walked across his shoe and made him laugh. So many years ago. Marion keeps coming to church. Maybe there’s an answer for her why God took baby Jessie so many years ago, after a disease that kept him pale, and unable to play. She still screams the why in her head, though it happened more than 30 years ago. Why, she screams today, through the stained glass window toward the darkening sky.
Rain starts to hit the roof of the small chapel, pounding harder with Marion’s thoughts. Brother Spangler is still speaking, but she can’t hear the words. She watches drops of rain from a leaking ceiling, hit Jessie’s ink scrolled name on the page of her opened book, smearing the letters in a blue black blur.
“Trying to take his memory from me now too?” Marion looks up at the ceiling, her anger building against this God of love. “You’ll never rip him from my heart,” she challenges. The rain eventually stops, but the dripping continues, this time coming from her eyes.
“Prepare your souls to live with Him, the way we were created to live. In glory, a final resting place, a final peace.” Brother Spangler wraps up his sermon, his voice growing softer, taking effect in the quiet room. A small ray of light comes through the window, and spreads itself across the page, shining on the wet letters and into Marion’s eyes. The form of a cross, rough in its blur black haze, lay across the page, formed out of the wet ink of Jessie’s name. Marion thinks of another mother who watched her own son die at the foot of a cross, and probably asked the same questions. She closes the book, and looks up at Reverend Spangler, who was moving away from the pulpit. “The Kingdom of Heaven is a place that demands a mother’s tears,” she says to the now empty pulpit, a look of understanding forming in her eyes. “But it also dries them with the courage of another mother’s love.”
Marion gets up from the pew, walks down the aisle and out of the church, into the fresh air.
“It’s okay now,” she whispers towards the clouds, a small smile on her face. “Hold him tight, until I get there. And by the way, thank you.”


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Steve Uppendahl 05/12/06
Very, very nicely done. I read every word, with rapt attention. (Though spacing out the paragraphs would've been nice.)

You give the reader powerful imagery and a view into an angry, grieving, yet devout woman.

Beautiful.
Helen Paynter05/13/06
Excellent. Best I've read yet in this section. Very visual images, powerful message, and I loved this line: 'The kingdom of heaven is a place that demands a mother's tears' How profound.
George Parler 05/18/06
Very nice! I would suggest spacing the paragraphs to allow the reader to follow easier. Great job!
Edy T Johnson 05/18/06
How did I miss this? (I thought I read every entry in this level, but this is a new read for me.) A first place on your first entry---Wow! Congratulations! You know how to tell a powerful story, and I shall have to add you to my "author tracker" section. This is just beautiful. Thank you for blessing us with your presence at Faithwriters!
Cassie Memmer05/18/06
Congratulations! Your first entry in the challenge wins! You've done great!
Shannon Parker05/18/06
I just wanted to let you know that this was so inspiring and a beautiful depiction of how we feel at times of loss, but how that ray of light comes to make things better and to give us hope in these times. I have recently lost my grandmother, who raised me, who I was so close to, and this spoke to my heart in such a way that it is hard to fight back the tears. The last line is my plea to Jesus, since that is where she is right now. I pray the Lord bless you and keep you!
Karen Treharne05/20/06
Dear Marita: How you touched my heart. It's been 46 years since my first-born son died, and my tears never cease when I recall the short time he was in my life. Like this mother, I am waiting to see him in heaven, even though my heart still pains now and again when I remember my loss. Thank you for capturing her feelings so well and for showing how gracious God is. Congratulations on your win.
lynn potter12/05/09
A wonderful read, so true to reality, I loved it! How wonderful to know our God who will meet us even in our anger toward Him. A beautiful story, one I will remember. One I will draw on for strength in my own life-different situation, but essence of the message eternally hopeful. Thank you for being a vessel of healing.