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TITLE: God's Blood Saves and Cleanses Me Forever | Previous Challenge Entry
By Jeremy Bickel
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That's what I was thinking about when those strangely alive road travelers broke up my quiet brooding with their flat tire.
"Juan", the driver called loudly to her companion, who was just about to enter that old rusty, creaky front door to the little broken down shop, "get some peanuts if they got any, and try to hurry them up. We've got about 50 miles to Rikerstown and it's almost 9."
As Juan approached from outside, I could hear him humming a tune and my numb mind slowly began to realize it was a song worshipping God. I shivered.
"Yeah, our tire just busted right outside, and we sure were happy to see that you guys can fix 'em". "We're almost closed", I said with that same old half-hearted grin on my face that I suppose looked cheery enough, because he smiled too. "But I think we can fix you right up".
I don't know what I was thinking about - I hate work, but something about the way he smiled and the way his eyes twinkled when I told him I was going to close on him touched that severely thin strand of deep-seated - well, love - in my heart, and that tune (what were the words?) energized my soul, and even my creaking and tired body for some reason, and as my mind flashed across a fuzzy understanding of what God might look like, I knew that even though all this made my worn flesh begin to burn right there in it's mostly numb tub of despair, I would happily help them.
"Where are you guys headed to?", I asked the driver - her name was Kate - as I let down the tire with that cold iron that I began again to think I saw had blood dripping from all over it's end. "Well, we're on a sort of road trip up to the mountains and down into the valleys", she beamed, "but right now we're almost late for a dinner with our Pastor and his wife. Do you know Jesus?"
My grip on the jack loosened immediately and I almost dropped it, but my smile never left my face. The plainness of her question hit my near-death heart like lightening, and I muffled a scream somewhere deep inside. "I sure do - asked Jesus into my heart when I was 12". "That's just great!", said Kate, "That's good! So you believe that He rose from the dead, too? You really believe that happened to a man?" "Sure", I said, "He's God and He can do whatever He wants". Her grimmace peeked out just a little, and she re-emphasized to me that He was also a man, just like us...
Well, it's 3 weeks later, and I hope this new paint looks good. I lubricated the door and got right on to sanding off those ugly old paint marks some punk left out back years ago. I shed the first tear today since my father died all those years ago - I was 13 then - and I remembered the warmth of Kate's face when she, almost knowingly - I know she knew - took my breath away with her easy and lively and free driving re-presentation of the sincere fact that God suffered terribly for me, a sick and evil human - right from when my parents conceived me in their love for each other until now - and how He died that death - and even rose again the third day - so I could live with Him forever with so much more abundant and abounding life. Praise His holy name completely forever!!!
"My God, You're an awesome God"... Yeah, that was the tune...
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