Christian Short Stories

The White Essence
By Marc Gagnon

Marc writes: "My name is Marc Gagnon. I am in grade 7, and I am currently 13 years old. My hobbies are chess, video games, and some computer-related activities. In my future, I have not yet decided on my career, but I’m looking along the lines of becoming a lawyer. I decided to write this short story because my interest in writing has flared, and since I attend a catholic school, I thought this story would be suitable."

The wind rushed by my face like waves slamming a beach. The golden sand dunes and aqua blue lakes melded together harmoniously like salt and pepper. All was peaceful but where was I?

I knew I was falling and falling. But, why was it so darn quiet? I took a long last glimpse at the shiny yellow sand before being swallowed up by a totally dark void.

The first thing that hit me was the foul odour. It smelled old and gross like when you pull out rotten cabbage from the back of the fridge. Ugh! I could actually taste it! Once I opened my eyes again, I realized why it had stunk so badly. I seemed to have fallen face-first onto a soldier’s foot. I immediately retreated a few meters back where the pure fresh air revived me.

Looking about my immediate surroundings, I noticed that I was lying on a small hill. Atop stood a majestic oak tree, and a non-descript grave nestled in its roots. Beside me two soldiers were standing close by. Their steel armour blazed in the sun. Strangely, they hadn’t even noticed my sudden appearance.

Before I could decide what to do next, the earth grumbled and growled with trembling excitement like an earthquake but not as powerful. It cracked open as if it had been waiting for this moment for a very long time. All at once, the grave near the tree trunk glowed with a bright white like a sword being forged.

The soldiers and I stared in amazement at the opening grave. A white essence in the shape of a man erupted from the soil. Seeing him, my heart jumped and my legs turned to butter. I recognized who it was! I tell you that this was no hoax!

In front of our very eyes rose Jesus, the Son of God! Smiling lovingly, He made His way gracefully and purposely to the Gates of Heaven to be reunited with His Father.

(© 2011 Marc Gagnon – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)

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