Survivors

Matthew 24:13
But he that shall endure unto the end, the same shall be saved.

A thought came to my mind today. Most of the survivors of Auschwitz and other Nazi concentration camps were not the escapees who movies are made about. The survivors were mostly the ones who got up everyday, endured the pain and the humiliation, and made it to the night.

Of course, for them, every day in that horrible place was like midnight. The idea of facing a day in that place, seems like standing at the foot of a horribly high mountain, knowing you must climb just to survive. It’s a horrifying image, one that left its share of scars, but remember one thing. Survivors have scars, the living’s wounds heal, the dead’s do not. The Lord Jesus said it this way.

Matthew 22:32
I am the God of Abraham, and the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob? God is not the God of the dead, but of the living.

Abraham had the scars of the wrong son, before he lived to see the right one. Isaac had the scars of watching his Mother buried, while standing in the field, watching as his Wife ride up. Jacob had the scars of running for His life from the brother he stole from. He lived long enough to embrace the brother that had plotted to kill him.

There are days in prayer when we will do battle. There are days when we’ll share strength with others, maybe just an encouraging smile. Then there are those days when the prayer we pray goes something like this, “Lord, please help me through this day.” It is in those moments when we search for a verse, not to inspire others, but to reinforce ourselves.

Weakness, or weariness, is nothing to be ashamed of, as long as we approach it correctly. Some days, you climb to the peak of Everest. On other days you grab hold of the rope on the side of the mountain and wait for the wind to die down.

If you’re going through one of those days, remember this. Both days are important. There is a time for both, but there is never, I repeat never, a time to let go. Rock climbers who give up and let go, never make it to the top. The encouraging thing is this though, the Mountain’s crown welcome both those who never stumbled, and those who had to wait out the storm clinging to the rope.

Auschwitz and Everest share something, both seemed overwhelming and impossible, but both welcomed persistent men and women. They all may not have roared like a lion, but they kept speaking by faith. They kept breathing.

There is a line in the movie “Sleepless In Seattle” that I love. “I’m going to get out of bed every morning and breathe in and out all day long. Then, after a while, I won’t have to remind myself to get out of bed in the morning and breathe in and out.”

John 20:22
And when he had said this, he breathed on them, and saith unto them, Receive ye the Holy Ghost:

According to the Scripture, breath for us, is more than just a physical act. So the very act of breathing is taking a stand against the trial you face. I know you may feel like that you are spinning your wheels. Maybe you think that you’re not getting anywhere, but you are. Every day the prisoners in Auschwitz survived was a day closer to freedom. Sometimes, you don’t have to charge, you just have to endure the night.

Psalms 30:5
For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.

Christmas In July: Scarfed

Some characters seem to be independent of real life people, then they’re are others. George Ryan, the lead character in “Scarfed”, looks exactly like Dick Van Dyke with a mustache. He, and Russell Paris from “The Balloon”, are the two most connected to actors. Russell is a husband and a father, and a comedian. In my mind, he is a physical twin to Robin Williams.

I mention this because it so propelled the stories forward. I could see them in my mind as movie scenes. Little things the character do add to the story, like George’s opinion of his grandson’s apartment. It’s one of the most vivid descriptions in the story. These characters are special to me, and I hope that they will become so to you.

“Scarfed” also incorporates a fascination with house flipping. This is such a interesting area to me. You take a run down building and turn it into a warm and inviting home. I suppose that’s part of what I love about Christmas, God took a cold and sin destroyed world, and turned it into a vehicle to redemption through Christ.

I hope this Christmas, you celebrate His birth, your family, and friends. On top of that, I hope you receive every present you wish for. I hope you get iPads, computers, and more, but most of all, I hope you get “Scarfed.”

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Sky Bridge: The Pawn Shop

Cloris listened to all this through the ear piece that Mr. Rosen had provided. She hung her head in shame. At the time, she told herself that it had been for the best, all she could see back then was her own pain. Henry, her husband was dead, and she had spiraled out of control after the accident.

It had started with her trying to eliminate anything that reminded her of her husband, and her formerly happy life. One by one, she sold off everything they had shared. Then she started pushing people away that had been part of their lives. First acquaintances, business partners, then friends and family.

When Jerry turned 14, she looked at him, and saw Henry staring back at her, it terrified her. Over the next four years, she had pushed her only son out of her life. The pawn shop had been her Father’s business before it was hers, that was the only reason she had kept it. She even changed her last name back to her maiden name.

After years of running, she realized that she had no one and nothing left. Cloris would have ended it all, had it not been for the visitor that day. Ironically enough, his name was Henry. That was when her life slowly began to change, now she was trying to mend fences. She was terrified, but had faith that God would not let it be too late.

Check out the next chapter, Sky Bridge: The Artist.

Christmas In July: L.O.C. And Key Inspiration

The first, and one of my favorite, of our Christmas eStories is “L.O.C. & Key”. It was inspired by two people, one is my Wife Ashley. She is always an inspiration to me. The second was a wonderful friend in our Church. The only thing that was added to the main character’s look was the handlebar mustache.

I wanted the story to have a North Pole connection that was different. I’ve always loved the Santa key concept, and have wanted to use the coal concept for a long time in a different way. That created the Lump Of Coal and Key department.

It is a branch of North Pole operations run, not by elves, but by a human, Alexander Kildaire. The whole idea is to show those people, who have missed something in life, that they’re treating a treasure like a lump of coal. It’s also a variation on the naughty list, with a choice for redemption.

The story is set in New York City, a place I’ve been fascinated by ever since a child. It’s also a place that I’ve never been too, but then I’ve never been to the North Pole either. To me, New York City and Christmas have a long history together. Of course, it’s my belief, that every city, every person, should have a long and deep relationship with both Christmas, and The God of Christmas.

While this story doesn’t have a religious premise, it does have the true meaning of Christmas as it’s center. Too me, everything we do, should have God as The Keystone. As a Christian, I believe that Christmas is about redemption. The God of Heaven sought out those who had literally lost their way. On a much smaller scale, this story offers people a seasonal second chance.

“L.O.C. And Key” also includes an “Easter Egg” of sorts, a tribute to a classic Christmas story. I’ll let the readers figure out which one it is. It is our hope, that this story will turn into an old friend you revisit every year. You can find L.O.C. And Key, and our other eStories, at www.amazon.com/author/pruittwrites today.

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