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Game: Tell Challenge

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Tell: She was shocked.

 

 

Show: Sharon opened the bedroom door and gasped as she covered her mouth when she saw the lifeless body lying in a pool of blood.

 

 

Tell: He was rejected.

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Tell: he was rejected.

 

 

"You're not my son."

 

 

The breath left Hiccup's body. He'd just been disowned?

 

 

The door slammed shut and left the young boy trembling in the dark.

 

 

"Noooo...."

 

 

Show: he didn't like spinach.

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Show: He pushed the pile of runny, leafy greens around his plate.

 

 

"Eat ye all of it!" His dad, Popeye, roared.

 

 

He took a deep breath. Raising a tiny forkful, he pinched his nose, dropped it in his mouth, and prayed it would stay down.

 

 

His prayer went unanswered.

 

 

Tell: In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth.

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Tell: In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth.

 

 

Show: Standing from His throne, Jehovah walked through the darkness, and thrust out his hand sweeping it about like a conductor directing a symphony. The blackness exploded with sparkles of light, swirls of pastel colors, and pinwheels of pigment dancing in perfect harmony.

 

 

The self-existing one stopped for a moment, cupped his hands together, and gently blew into them. His breath formed a small orb that had neither shape or form. Elohim, carefully place the mass in one of the pinwheels, and the Shekinah Glory covered it.

 

 

Tell: God became man.

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[Here's my indirect answer to the first one, if you're interested]:

 

 

With hands trembling of age, he spread out the parchment in front of him. His gnarled fingers struggled to hold the quill; yet the hardest part wasn't the writing...

 

 

...How could he possibly explain it all?

 

 

On his own, it would be impossible. But with the Holy Spirit, much like the candle on the table next to him, a fire in his heart that would not be put out, he began to slowly write what God wanted to speak through him for all time.

 

 

"In the beginning," he wrote. "Was the Word. And the Word was with God. And the Word was God..."

 

 

He continued on, telling the story of what his eyes had seen, what his hands had handled of the Word. Then, he had to pause and glorify God before he could continue with the next line. This was the part that changed everything.

 

 

Tears streaming down his face, he wrote: "And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us, and we beheld his glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the father, full of grace and truth."

 

 

He worshiped God by the light of the candle as he wrote, and remembered.

 

 

Tell: He deposited the ransom money.

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Tell: He deposited the ransom money.

 

 

Show: So much cash. Each bill was cool and crisp as he flipped through the bundles - and they had that new, papery 'money' smell - so characteristic, so delicious. But, time was 'a-wastin' and he couldn't fondle his 'earnings' forever. He placed all of it in an unassuming bag and stashed the bag in the darkness of the safe, closed the door, twirled the lock, stepped away. Funny, he didn't feel especially 'safe' and worse, he didn't feel satisfied.

 

 

Tell: He didn't feel satisfied.

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