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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Time (11/15/12)

TITLE: Friday Must Happen, before Sunday Dawns
By Hugh Houchin
11/21/12


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Janet looked into the open casket. Inside laid the remains of the catalyst of her life. She wondered, “How will this affect me and what do I do now?” She looked one last time and walked away. “Please close the lid, I want to forget.”

“I’ve got a headache,” she said to herself, as her eyes opened to Saturday’s dawn. In the bathroom, she opened the medicine cabinet, “Shall I take two or three bottles?” she thought.

She turned the hot water faucet an extra turn and stepped into the shower. “Scrub hard,” she thought. “Need to get rid of any grime.” After she drained the hot water heater, she dried off and donned Saturday grubbies.

“What kind of flamboyant and exorcising breakfast can I fix, this fine full of nothingness day,” she thought. “Speaking of nothing, hope that’s what escaped from that casket, I’ve got enough baggage in the real world; don’t want to mess around with the nether land. Bacon, eggs, pancakes, and orange juice shall be my first meal into Whateverville, USA, wherein I now reside.

“I feel good,” she said, after she finished her feast. “But I won’t look that way if I continue to eat like this. After doing the dishes, she wondered, “Now, what shall I do?”

Over the next half-hour she tried to read, vacuum, dust, and sort laundry, but none of it calmed her restlessness. “Well, even though it’s cold and windy,” she said, “I’m going for a walk.”

She looked at her indoor weather forecaster and saw that the outside temperature read 18 degrees. “Hmm, best bundle up,” she
thought. Nevertheless, when she stepped outside, a cold-blooded northern blast of fury tried to disrobe her. However, showing complete disrespect for the elements, she ducked her head and walked down her driveway to the front sidewalk. At that point, she turned and walked with the wind at her back. “I’m smarter than any wind,” she thought.

“This walking is the winning ticket I tried to find at home, it’s exhilarating,” she said, as she turned and faced the northern onslaught, with her arms spread out. “I’m free, all the corruption in my life is history, and the wind is blowing away the residue. Yea, yea, yea, at last I’m free.” She turned two circles, to make sure the wind blew it all away. Tears of freedom gushed from her eyes. An hour and fifteen minutes later, she bounded into the warmth of her house. “I’m home,” she said, “I’m really home.”

Sunday, the sun showed its glory. The wind no longer dominated and with the temperature 10 degrees warmer, Janet’s world swirled with clean briskness.
She felt the urge to go to church, where she hadn’t been for probably at least a lifetime-and-a-half. So, she put on her Sunday finest and walked, with resolute steps, to her neighborhood church; a few blocks away. “Yes,” she said. “This is my neighborhood and my church; I belong here.”

She went inside, sat in the back row, and absorbed the peace and serenity that surrounded her. The pastor talked about John 14:6.

As she listened, tears seeped from her eyes and glistened, like sun on fresh snowflakes, while they trickled down her cheek. Thoroughbred thoughts of “now I understand” raced through her mind. “On Friday, Christ called me to Him. That night I dreamt about the casket. God used it to symbolize the death of perpetual sin in my life. I’m free and, through His grace, I can walk away from that life. Saturday, the cleansing wind prepared me for my resurrection of understanding on Sunday. I know this neighborhood church is His earthly body in which I will dwell, until He takes me to my eternal glory, with Him.”


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Christina Banks 11/24/12
I've always heard you have to get a person lost before they can get saved. You showed that here. Interesting read.
CD Swanson 11/27/12
Nicely done. Thanks!
God bless~
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 11/27/12
This is a great story. I can't think of a better opening line to grab the reader and make them want to keep reading. The last paragraph is divine and words I really need to hear right now. Great job!
Hiram Claudio11/28/12
So much symbolism and so many rich and vibrant word pictures were painted here. You did such a wonderful job of showing and letting our minds see and understand through your words. Awesome work here!