The invitation

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Beep… Beep…. Beep…

It was so regular, that beeping that meant he was still alive. It wasn’t supposed to end like this, she thought. No, not “end”. Don’t think like that!

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It wasn’t a typical Friday night. She wasn’t at home eating alone. He asked her to come with him.

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“You’ll like it, it’s a surprise!”

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She hadn’t had anyone care enough to surprise her, at least not a good surprise. They put lard in her locker at school. They put discounts for camping stores in her bag with accusing yellow post-its: “Tent is the only size you wear”. They nicknamed her Shibo. It was a pretty creative insult, she thought. Probably someone into anime coined it.

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He picked her up. He didn’t comment when the car dipped as she got in. Instead he said “You look nice”. He drove for what seemed like 30 minutes and then he stopped in front of a small chapel. The lights were on. She could hear singing.

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He said “We’re a little late, but better late than never”.

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He opened the door, they walked up the aisle to the front. People from school – there’s Shannon, the paraplegic, and Brent the geekiest guy ever, and Catherine. What is Catherine doing here? She sells herself to guys. She doesn’t belong here. What is this?

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The singing stopped and the leader started to speak.

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“I asked my youth group to be fishers of men. I said to them, invite someone, anyone that they probably never even said more than “hi” to. Just walk up to them and ask them to join us tonight for Bible study…”

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Her mind wandered… The Bible? There is nothing in there for me. I’m fat and ugly and unforgivable… look at him, he’s so handsome… intelligent… perfect.

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The leader continued “Most of you believe God exists, but don’t think he has anything for you…”

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Does he exist? What God would give me this life…

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“But God sent his Son Jesus to die for anyone that will accept him as their Saviour and Lord…”

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Anyone? Even me…

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“Let us sing…”

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He leaned over and whispered to her “Surprise!”

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He’s so close to me. Is this a trick. Why would anyone care for me?

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On the way home he asked her what she thought. She didn’t make a commitment but she was willing to come back next week. She had a tract clutched in her thick fingers.

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“That was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you.”

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Beep… beep… beep

How did this happen she thought to herself. It was four weeks since that Friday night. Tonight was the night she accepted Jesus Christ as her saviour. She had just stepped out his car, before not even thirty seconds passed when she heard the crash.

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She prayed simply : Lord, I…  I don’t know what this means. You said not one sparrow will fall unless it’s Your will…. Lord, he is so much more than a sparrow to me… please … help…

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Beep… beep… beep

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Hey everyone, 

This is my first try at some fiction. I hope you liked the story. Thanks for reading.

Angie

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