What could possibly be better than Jesus popping out of an egg?
Linda A. created the highlighted entry of the week. It took me by surprise and made me laugh out loud. I can appreciate the element of surprise in a good story.
Mirage
By: Linda Gail A.Its 108 degrees; the towel draped over my head to keep the sun off drips with my own sweat. The Gobi desert sucks every drop of moisture from me, and my mind begins to wander. Pancakes, bacon, eggs, toast with jelly, large frothy glasses of milk…. Food images keep appearing in my mind’s eye. It’s almost like I can touch them. An egg emerges. It cracks itself and Jesus stands inside. Oh God, is this a sign? Am I going to die? I drop to my knees to repent, only to hear evil laughter telling me it’s too late. I know better. “Jesus, save me.”
Gimme some more...
Think Again
By: Mary F.
“Watson, look at this picture.”
“Yes, sir.”
"What do you see?”
“I see an egg shell with am image of the risen Christ painted inside the shell.”
“And what do you think the shell housed, Watson?”
“I presume it was a baby chicken, Sir.”
“More accurately, it was a living embryo that developed into a baby chicken prior to hatching.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Would you agree that he painting on the egg seems to imply that Christ went through the same process during the resurrection?”
“I suppose, sir.”
“Is this analogy true?”
“I would say not, sir”.
“Why not, Watson?
“Christ, sir, was dead and the chicken was not.”
Pop Goes the Savior
By: Jerry H.
Ahhhck ! Pastor Tony surprised shriek sounded like a little girls and that brought more laughter from the staff gathered for the Tuesday morning meeting than the broken egg shells that lay scattered, like his dignity, on the table before him.
This years Easter secrete message from Pastor Paul filled Tony’s heart with tears of joy and sadness. The paper Jesus held a sign saying Lefty, Tony’s first convert 20 years ago. The Lord had called Lefty home. Tony missed Lefty, his dumb jokes, his encouragement. Lefty’s voice whispered to him through the little Jesus, Thank You Tony, you did good.
Safe Route
By: Randy H.
Chris: Hey dude, what's up?
Jay: I just emailed my entry for that short fiction experiment. Man it sucks.
Chris: Didn't put enough petals and romance and crap like that in it?
Jay: Shut up! Dudes write too. Ever heard of Stephen King?
Chris: Okay, so why does your entry suck?
Jay: The photo is a picture of Jesus hatching from an egg. The obvious direction is a piece about Jesus resurrecting. Obvious is boring.
Chris: Who reads this stuff anyway?
Jay: I wanted to go rogue but these entries get posted on a blog. I'm afraid I'd offend someone.
Chris: So you did the resurrection thing.
Jay: Yep.
Preacher's Kid
By: Tres K.
Hearing the screen door, Brad exhaled slowly; this wasn’t going to go easy.
“Son, I heard from Mrs. Wilkes today…”
“My sculpture?” Josh filled in.
“She… well, you’ve made it hard on me.”
The boy and the man fell into a quiet they knew too well. These changes had brought new roads to travel, but also new silences where none were wanted. Finally, in a rush, Josh spilled weeks of frustration.
“It’s not wrong, Dad. Everything, every piece, has a verse.” Josh’s eyes challenged his father to disagree. “She just doesn’t want to see.” Josh dropped his eyes and walked softly from the kitchen.
“The old biddy” Brad hissed softly.
What could possibly be better than Jesus popping out of an egg?
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