How aweful I have been to neglect posting the final chapter of "Grace". I hope you have all enjoyed reading it, and I hope one day I will be inspired to write again. For now, here is the conclusion of Grace:
Grace again stepped through the door to Earth, but this time she felt a peace in her heart. She was not overwhelmed by the sin of the world or the pull of time, but she did feel those things and she also felt the need to quench them, as if she were a bucket of pure cool water to be poured over a parched land. She soon arrived at the doorstep of a lovely house in the suburbs of Chicago. Grace sighed deeply as she remembered the last time she had been in that house and she said a quick prayer before going inside. "Maker, Father, help me to show these people your grace and forgiveness in the same way you have shown it to me." She then reached up her hand and knocked on the door. The face of the woman who answered the door was creased in a tear-streaked smile. "Your back!" she said. "I am so glad you are ok" "You helped me in my time of need," replied Grace, "and now I am here to help you." "Come in, come in," said the woman between her joyful sobs. "My daughter is home, my baby is home. Come and celebrate with us!" When Grace stepped into the home she let out a cry of joy at the sight of a little girl, held tightly by her father, in the living room. It was the same child Grace had been sent to rescue in Chicago what seemed like so long ago. The girl sat up when she saw Grace and pointed saying, "Daddy, daddy! She’s my guardian angel. She is the angel I saw when I was lost!" "No," said Grace, kneeling down beside the child. "I don’t deserve to be called such. I saw you but I did not help you, and for that I deserve eternal death, but my father has given me something very special to share with you. He has given me the gift of eternal life, and you can have it too." With tears streaming down both of their faces, the parents knelt down beside Grace and said a prayer of thanks to their heavenly Father for the gift of their daughter’s safe return home. "Come," said the woman. "Let’s have communion." Together the four of them broke bread and shared wine, and as they did so they remembered the sacrifice of a man named Jesus who lived long ago. Jesus gave of his own body and blood so that they might have eternal life, and as they remembered his sacrifice they lifted their eyes to heaven and began to sing. "O come, let us adore him. O come, let us adore him. O come, let us adore him, Christ, the Lord." A tear slipped down Grace’s face, for she could not remember ever being so happy.
Copyright © 2005 by Jamie Madera. Reproduction is forbidden without permission. Contact me at jamielynne87@yahoo.com.
Monday, March 06, 2006
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