What We See

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“What do you see?” Lara asked the group as they sat watching slides of photos she had taken of her last trip.

“I see an ape’s skull,” Veronica said.

“I see an odd shaped rock,” Betty said.

“I see God’s creation,” Ruth said after some hesitation and received curious stares.

Betty rolled her eyes.  “I’m so sick and tired of you people.”

Lara looked at her.  “Who’re you people?” Her expression was censorious as she waited for her reply.  Trust Betty to say something derogatory.

“Christians,” she replied caustically.  “It never fails.  They’re always trying to shove their beliefs down our throats.”

Ruth faced her.  “I wasn’t doing that.  I was answering Lara’s question.  You saw one thing and I saw another.”

“Why can’t we leave God out of this for a change? Why do you have to mention Him every time we get together?

Ruth looked sad.  “I’m sorry if my faith offends you.  It sustains me.”

“You trust in a God who doesn’t exist.”

“Why don’t you think He exists?”

“Because He didn’t prevent what happened to my Josh.”

Then, Ruth remembered.  Josh was among those shot in church last year.  “Betty, I’m sorry…”

Tears filled Betty’s eyes.

200 Words

This was written as part of Sunday Photo Fiction hosted by Susan Spaulding. For more details visit Here.

8 thoughts on “What We See

    1. Thanks, Donna. I wanted to show that the real Betty was a bereaved mother who had lost her son to a senseless act of violence in a church of all places. Sometimes we don’t see what is really there. If Ruth didn’t ask questions, she wouldn’t have gotten to the root of Betty’s resentment. Many have lost their faith or had a crisis of faith because of a tragic loss.

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    1. Thanks, Iain. Many times Christians are faced with difficult questions. The best thing to do in a circumstance like this is just to be a friend to the person and let them share their hurt, grief, bitterness when they’re ready.

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