Aug. 21, 2009 - Short story...please read and comment!
Okay, so I know I said I was going to post my short story on the other blog, but I posted my speech over there instead, so I decided to just post this story right here for everyone. If you have a chance to read, please let me know what you think. I originally wrote this to be a speech that I would act out, but I will not be doing that anymore, so I didn't want it to just got to waste. Presenting...
Joy in the Lord's Arms
By Christine Daae
"Hello Mama", Hada said.
"Where have you been? It is late."
"Well I would like to tell you and the family about it, Mama, but I will wait until tomorrow so that I can tell you all at the same time."
"Alright, but I am expecting an explanation."
"Good night Mama".
"Good night".
Hada had a hard time sleeping that night. She tossed and turned in bed, thinking about what she would say to her devout Hindu family the next morning. How could she tell them about the underground missionary that she had met that day? How could she explain the love of Christ to her father, mother, and brothers, the way that that missionary had explained it to her? They would never understand. She got up and knelt by her bed "Dear Lord," Hada prayed to her new Father in Heaven, "Thank you so much for the sacrifice of Your Son, Lord. Help me to be a light to my family. Please let them receive your gift of salvation. Give me peace, Lord." As she climbed back into bed, a calm which she had never before experienced came over her, and she fell into a deep sleep.
*The Next Day*
"Mama, Papa, please listen! What the missionary said made sense. We need to listen to him." Hada's mother was crying. Her father, Kumar, was staring at her as if she was another person. Her two older brothers just glared at her, angrily.
"I know you have always told me not to listen to missionaries, that they told lies, but-"
"So why didn't you obey us?" her father cut her off, roaring.
"Father, please listen-"
"No, you listen. We have raised you as a Hindu child all your life. You are sixteen years old now. Do you know what happens to Christians in this country? They are killed, Hada. So stop this nonsense right now. Pray to the gods for forgiveness."
"No Papa, I can't."Hada protested, "There is only one true God, and He is the one whom I will pray to. I will pray for Him to show you the truth, just as He showed me."
"Stop it!" Hada's father screamed, "You have three days to repent of these sins, or we will throw you out of the house. Until the three days are over, you will remain in your room with no food or water."
As Hada turned to go to her room, her father laid his rough hand on her shoulder.
"And Hada."
"Yes Father?"
"Please make the right decision. We love you."
She ran to her room sobbing.
That night as Hada once more lay in her bed, restless, she again got out of her bed and knelt next to it. "Lord, please show my family your love. Please let them see that You are the only true way to Heaven, Lord. Please help me." She spent the rest of the night in prayer.
"Kumar, maybe we should listen to Hada. Perhaps this missionary whom she spoke to was right." Hada's mother pleaded with her husband.
"No," said Kumar firmly, "Hada must grow up. We cannot let our heads be turned by every new faith which comes along. Her punishment will be carried out tomorrow if she has not repented."
"Alright," said Hada's mother softly. It had been two days. The following day would be time for Hada's decision. Over the past two days no one had been allowed to enter her room. She had not even been given food or water. But what her family did not know, was that Hada had been crying out to the Lord the whole time. When she began to worry about what might happen, if she was forced to leave her home, the words that the missionary had spoken to her echoed in her mind. "Don't be afraid, Hada. The Lord is with you. He will protect you. Put your faith in Him." When she thought of those words, she knew that everything would be alright as long as she trusted in her Heavenly Father.
The next day, there was a knock at Hada's door. The door swung open, revealing Hada's family.
"Well Hada? Will you repent? Or will you force your mother and I to see our only daughter thrown out in the streets?"
"Papa," Hada began, "I know that you think I am wrong. But can you not feel the Lord prompting your heart? He wants you to believe. He wants to make you His child."
"No Hada. I will not be made to listen to this. You are wrong. After all these years of our careful training...Is that your decision then? To break your family's hearts?"
"Papa, please-" she tried to explain.
"No Hada, tell me once and for all."
"Then, yes. My decision is follow the Creator of the Universe, He Who sent His Son to be the ransom for my sins. He, Who's heart is breaking that you will not accept him, He Who loves His children and will never leave them. That is my decision."
"Then get out," hissed Kumar. Hada lifted the bag on her bed and slowly walked to the door. As she opened it she looked back over her shoulder at her family.
"Good bye Mama. Good bye Papa. Jamil. Kadesh. May God one day soon show you His truth."
Hada wandered the streets of the city for the rest of the day. The missionary who she had met had told her about a small, secret church which met in one of the poorer sections, but she couldn't find it on her own, and was afraid to ask any of the people for directions. She could not risk giving up its location. As Hada was beginning to notice the pain in her stomach for not eating for the past few days, she knelt down, there in the middle of a deserted road, to pray. "Dear God, You know everything. You know exactly how I am feeling right now. Just...show me what I should do please Father." She started as she felt a hand gently touch her shoulder. She whirled around to see a kind-faced old woman standing there.
"Hello dear. Are you a Christian?"
"Yes ma'am, I am," Hada replied honestly. Chuckling, the old woman said, "Well then, it is good to meet you. What is your name?"
"My name is Hada. Who are you?"
"My name is Anila, and I am also a believer in the Lord, Jesus Christ."
"Oh, you are? Praise the Lord! Perhaps you can help me. I am looking for the church."
"Of course I can help you. Just follow me."
Anila led Hada to the church where she met many other like believers. She struggled being seperated from her family at first, but soon she had met another young Christian man, whom she married and started a family of her own with. She prayed for her mother, father, and brothers every day and always hoped that they had evenutally found the Lord, as she had.
Once again, please let me know what you think!
Oh, and by the way, blog button #1 won the vote! Thank you all so much for your help. I never could have decided by myself. And sorry that it took me this long to let you know! Hopefully the button will be "up and running" in just a few days ; )
In Christ,
Christine
Comments
Aug. 21, 2009 - Great Story!
Posted by countrychristiangirl
That's a great story; and well written. I really enjoyed reading it! You're a great writer.
~Emily Sue
Edited by countrychristiangirl on Aug. 21, 2009 at 7:30 PM
~Emily Sue
Edited by countrychristiangirl on Aug. 21, 2009 at 7:30 PM
Aug. 22, 2009 - Good
Posted by preacherskid
That was a pretty good story line there. And congrats on your 100th post as well. And that story of yours is pretty good.
Timothy
Timothy
Aug. 22, 2009 - <em>Untitled Comment</em>
Posted by MBF
That is a great story, you did a really great job!!!!! I wish you would think of more and post it!!! :) :)
Edited by MBF on Aug. 22, 2009 at 8:16 AM
Edited by MBF on Aug. 22, 2009 at 8:16 AM
Aug. 23, 2009 - Untitled Comment
Posted by Strive17
What a great job with that story! You are a good writer!
It breaks my heart to see these storys. I got an e-mail like this the other day.
I'm glad you liked my pictures. I didn't really take time with them so I'm afraid that aren't the best quality.
Well facebook sounds good....especially if you are hooking up with friends. For right now though, I think my mom would prefer me to just stick with HSB. :-))
♥♫Madison
It breaks my heart to see these storys. I got an e-mail like this the other day.
I'm glad you liked my pictures. I didn't really take time with them so I'm afraid that aren't the best quality.
Well facebook sounds good....especially if you are hooking up with friends. For right now though, I think my mom would prefer me to just stick with HSB. :-))
♥♫Madison
Oct. 21, 2009 - Hi!
Posted by Godsgurl93
Wow! You're story is amazing! I really enjoyed it! I love writing too! I have a few short stories on my blog, I called it the Berkley Creeks Series. Please check them out too and tell me what you think! Do you want to be friends?
*Keysia (age 16)
*Keysia (age 16)
