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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Cross (as in the Cross of Christ) (08/17/06)

TITLE: Cross Purpose
By Marita Vandertogt
08/23/06


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CROSS PURPOSE

I come out here sometimes, when I want to remember her. Iíll stand on the small patch of ground, and look at the headstone, shiny pink grey marble in the afternoon sun. ďAbsent from the body, but present with the Lord.Ē Thatís what the inscription says, in black scrolled letters. Itís the verse the pastor helped us pick out in the middle of all the blurry funeral arrangements, so many years ago.

I come out here, but I donít know what to say to her, so I sit, and listen for bird songs, and wait to feel the wind on my face, or the warm sun. Her spot is close to the giant wooden cross they erected at the edge of the cemetery almost 30 years ago. The excitement when it was paved into the ground, was as big as any circus that came through town. Mostly because it could be seen from the highway that passes by this place, a testimony to drivers as they make their way along the road, this giant plus sign in the horizon.

My momma and grandma took me with them the day it was finished, to the dedication ceremony. I stood between them listening to the pastor say some words, my cold young fingers tucked into both of their big warm hands as the large black structure loomed against the cool afternoon grey sky. I was too young to understand the words he spoke, or the hymn we sang afterward. When it was all over, we walked away, leaving it standing, tall and alone. But for some reason, it made me feel safe, like my mommaís hand.

Because it sits on a hill, and is close enough to the downtown, they put lights around it, red and green changing lights at Christmas time. So even in the black night, it can be seen from almost any part of town. In the summer, thereís big white floodlights, shining up against it, the big wooden arms still holding strong. Iíd watch it from my bedroom window, holding firm against the imposing changes.

But I come up here sometimes, surrounded by the marble headstones, when I want to think about her, and sometimes I talk to her from my spot on the hillside. And I remind her of the afternoon we came out when the giant cross was erected. And that I understand that now too. Why she wiped tears from her eyes when dedication hymn was sung.

I know she canít hear me. I know sheís not lying under the ground. I know that because of the tall black cross that casts its shadow on the ground, and on my face. Thereís no Jesus on it. Itís as empty as her coffin will be someday. Itís just me and its giant outstretched arms, reaching to the sky, that makes this place a promise, and not a graveyard. Someday, Iíll be looking at it from the Son side, like my momma.

But until then, I come here, when I want to remember her.
When I want to be reminded.


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Marilyn Schnepp 08/24/06
So beautiful, so much emotion and so much meaning put into this story of death, of hope and of tomorrow. Very, very creative and nicely done. It tugged at my heart.
Steve Uppendahl 08/26/06
Very nicely done. I especially like the opening and final two lines. Very powerful, almost like a poem, to me anway. Well written.