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His Tears

The following was written for Christian Flash Weekly Event #40 – please click through to see the other submissions.

His Tears

On the second day God spoke, the Son wept tears of joy at His creation. They fell and covered the Earth, as He saw that it was good.

Then man came, he turned away, left and turned on himself. The Father’s heart broke, and the Son wept, for forty days and nights; until the world he wept for was washed clean.

Man turned again, and the Son became man, and He wept as we weep – the tears of children needing sustenance, shelter and love. As Jesus grew he wept as we weep – the tears of loss of a friend, and of joy at his return.

He prepared to leave Earth and on His last day, He wept in anguish – separation, from friends, family, and Father. Now through faith in Him, separation and death transform wonderfully to reconciliation and new life.

And the tears flow as intended, from His everlasting joy.

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Prisoner 1225

Written for today’s Flash! Friday challenge, prompted by this photograph.

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Prisoner 1225

“So, Friday, four weeks ago?”

Prisoner 1225 anxiously glanced up at the detectives flanking him.

“I don’t remember. You can’t seriously . . . it was four weeks ago!”

“Black Friday. Witnesses saw a man fitting your description inciting the violence and looting that night.”

The prisoner began to feel uncomfortably warm in his thick red coat, and nervously tended his cascading white beard.

“What about the early hours of the 25th?”

” I was . . . working . . . Making deliveries.”

“Enough. Book him – Santa Claus. a.k.a. Father Christmas: accomplice to the theft of the true meaning of Christmas. You’ll be tried for crimes against humanity.”

“But . . .”

“You’ve got one certain hope. Just confess, testify, and the D.A. will see the Judge forgives you.”

“If I don’t?”

“Life. No parole.”

“Ok, Ok , , , I’ll confess . . . tell the D.A. I want the deal.”

The D.A stepped out from behind the prisoner, smiled, and confirmed, “IT IS DONE.”

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The Treasure Special

Written for today’s Flash! Friday challenge, prompted by this photograph, to include reference to ‘treasure’.

Chef at the Trans-Siberian rail wall, between Moscow and Khabarovsk. CC 2.0 photo by Leidolv Magelssen.

Chef at the Trans-Siberian rail wall, between Moscow and Khabarovsk. CC 2.0 photo by Leidolv Magelssen.

The Treasure Special

I stepped up into the first carriage, but many on the platform didn’t seem to realise that the train had arrived.

“Leave your baggage behind, ” the Conductor suggested with a smile, “I’ll stow it for you, no trouble. This end is full, but head through and you’ll find plenty of room further back.”

“Thanks.”

“Thank you, Sir . . . and welcome to the Treasure Special”.

The murmur of contented travellers enjoying the warmth and light, sharply contrasted with the cold dull platform. At Compartment 3, I was confused to be greeted once again by the Conductor.

“How did you . . . .?”

“Oh,” he smiled, “I’ve known my way around this train all my life – it’s the family business. We have room for you in Row 7.”

I passed more welcoming faces and then was greeted again by . . . the Conductor.

“Here you are, Sir.”

“But this seat card says, ‘Saved’.”

The Conductor’s face beamed, radiantly. “Yes, Sir, that it does.”

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