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Topic: Red (10/01/09)
TITLE: Scarlet-Red Mission
By Mrs. Luvmakids Saints
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Rosemary shared her charming room with her younger sister, Cherry, barely eighteen. “RoseReddie”, a pet name Cherry fondly called her. RoseReddie liked the pet name and had gotten used to it. She smiled at anything, even at her pet name. Rosemary Antoinette shared her favourite luxury- the bureau. Their father had built her antique- imitation bureau. He painted it with rosewood varnish oil. Daily, she polished and dusted it. Of course, she studied, read, and wrote many letters on it. Cherry never minded at missing the chance at using the rosewood bureau. The meticulous regimen of seeing to it that her bureau kept dust-free made her happy even more. She had the immaculate furnishing on her ‘red-letter-Day’ at twenty-one a month earlier. So, the dressed bureau of imported red gum timber was indeed her precious writing desk.
She felt the spring morning gentle breeze waft her handsome face. She checked her plain cerise long cape-dress. Then, she glanced and smiled at her finished handicraft. There, on her bedside table lay a cross-stitched emblem that says, “Россия для Христа” in English red letters. “Russia for Christ”. Rosemary Antoinette had learned the Slavic language rigorously. She poured most her energy in the study that had to do with Russia and its people. She enrolled to an authentic Russian piano teacher to master her uncultured Slavic tongue. However, to the ones looking and listening to her talk, like her Enlgish-speaking parents and friends, she spoke Slavonic fluently.
“I might go to missions to the Russians.” Rosemary often chucked about it, mingled with sobriety. She hastened to brazen away hidden feelings of chagrin in unmet dreams. “Only God knows. I’m learning the Russian language and everything that comes along with it. “Missionary in Russia.” Her parents thought of it at first as a silly notion of hers. Unless she was married to a Russian, they’d let her go. And they doubted the possibility.
“RoseReddie, can I have your Bureau? “ Teased Cherry.
“Well, I’m nearing twenty-two. I see that I’ll be parting with it soon,” Rose Antoinette said with a contagious laugh. Next to the hand- stitched insignias of her love for Russians, lay a plane ticket. In about twenty-one days, Rosemary Antoinette was flying to the land of her dream-mission, formerly the Soviet Union. “Scarlet-Red Mission-Field”, she‘d dubbed the name since her mother had appealed to her family about persecutions of believers in Russia. The Soviet’s socialist ideology hailed its dogma as its own religion of anti-God. Instead of hate, compassion incited her deep love for the people. Rosemary Antoinette shaded red to be her reminder of Christ’s humility, pursuing the Cross to death in obedience to the Father. Red held a deep identity of a love that gave His life once for all humanity. The shed blood of her crucified and risen Saviour awakened her soul to the step of faith. In about twenty-one days, she’d join Alexi Lubiantsev.
She affixed a ruby- rose little broche near her chest; she pinned it on her cerise long dress. She’d coded to her modest and scanty clothes neatly packed to bring with her. She had lovingly packed an assortment of hand-crafted “Russia for Christ” hand towels. Missionary -story books she thought might be useful for her to read to her future Slavic pupils at the mission house.
“It will never be the same for the rest of my life.. “ Rosemary said to her teary mother.
“But you and Dad made it, Mom. I’m going back to Dad’s people with a message of hope in the Saviour, who loves them too. At least, Alexi has now. I’m going to be his wife, and I will help him.”
“We will see you in soon. The wedding dates and preparations for it have been done, Lord willing. I can imagine you in your white wedding gown.” Momma said. She smiled and circled her arms on her beautiful daughter.
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