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FIRST PLACE ESSAY
“If Christ Gave Me A Bright Yellow Bag, I Would Place _______ In It.” by: Amanda Carver
Amanda Carver
I went for a walk one day; I decided to take some time to clear my mind.  With all the chaos in the world around me, I was losing every glimmer of hope that any kind of good I do could ever make a difference.  It seemed that all anybody was ever concerned about was how big their house was or how fancy their car was.  "Lord, how can you use me if I can't even afford the resources I need to relate with people?" I cried out.  Then suddenly something very bright and vibrant caught my eye.  There was this beautiful yellow back neatly placed on a park bench - but it was not there before - it was as if it just appeared.  I looked around to see if there was anybody nearby to claim it, but there was no
one in sight.  When I got closer, I noticed my name perfectly embroidered on this bright yellow bag, with a gift tag that read, "I have a purpose for you, My child.  Love, Jesus." I took a seat on the bench, eager to see what could be inside, but there was nothing in it, so I took it home with me.  I wanted so badly to use it in a way that would please Him who gifted me with such a lovely gift - but I couldn't figure out what I could possibly place inside it that could fulfill His purpose that He has for me.  So, I did what any woman would do - I stuffed it full of everything I might need for the day.  I first packed the main pouch full of healthy snacks that could probably last a week; I found a pocket that was the perfect size to place my keys with easy accessibility; I tied a scarf around the straps; I was running out of room for anything else, but I was able to find a place for my Bible - I always have room for that.  It was perfect - as if the beautiful bag was designed for this day. On my way to work, I noticed two small children walking along the same sidewalk.  But they weren't laughing and playing the way other children their age were.  They seemed tired and frail.  I asked them where their mother was, and they pointed to a woman collecting whatever scratch-food lying around that she could find.  My heart could not bear what this family was going through, so I reached into my bright yellow bag and pulled out every bit of food I packed for the day, and handed it to the children.  They did not hesitate even for a moment, and ran over to share with their mother.  The mother looked straight into my eyes with such a delicate look of gratitude - the gentleness in her eyes said it all; and I went on with my day, carrying my bright yellow bag. I turned onto the corner of the street of my Chiropractic office.  I was there at least an hour earlier than my designated adjusting hours.  I noticed an old lady awaiting me outside my door.  She was not a regular, in fact, I had never seen her before, but I still smiled with a friendly "Hello".  "I could really use your help," she said to me, "everyone else has turned me away.  They say I only have six months to live, and I don't have any more money to cover any healthcare costs.  I love with my daughter, but even she has given up all hope."  I was hesitant at first.  I was about to explain to her my scheduling process, and that there was a lot to get done before adjusting hours, but then I looked into her eyes and noticed the gentle look she was giving me, pleading for my help.  How could I turn her away? So, I untied my scarf from my bright yellow bag and wrapped it around her shoulders, then I reached for my keys, and I let her in. On my way home that evening, I could not stop thinking about the family I met earlier, and I was even more deeply burdened by the old lady outside of my office clinging to every bit of hope she had left.  I wasn't sure if I would see them again.  I went the same route as the morning and sure enough, as I turned the corner, there were the two children; they must have recognized me because they approached me with the sweetest smiles.  They explained to me that their grandmother was very ill, and asked if I could bring more food.  So I
followed them to their home, carrying my bright yellow bag. As soon as I walked in, I was greeted with those same delicate eyes that could make anyone's heart melt.  The mother smiled and pointed to a small room in the back of the house.  I walked in and found the same old lady who came to my office earlier that day.  "You have brought me the hope that I have needed to make me stronger," she said to me, but this time she was not looking me in my eyes - her eyes were fixed on my bright yellow bag.  Remembering what was left inside my bag, I smiled back at her and said, "You're right, I did," and I reached into my bright yellow bag and pulled out my Bible, my most cherished possession, and I began reading it to the family.  Suddenly, I heard my name; I glanced up and realized why those gentle eyes were so familiar to me.  It was Jesus.  He said to me, My Child, "you who are blessed of My Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world.  For I was hungry, and you gave Me something to eat; I was thirsty, and you gave Me something to drink; I was a stranger, and you invited Me in; naked, and you clothed Me; I was sick, and you visited Me..." (Matthew 25:35-36a) The next thing I knew, I was back at that park lying on the same park bench.  I must have fallen asleep.  But then I reached under my head to see what I had been using for a pillow - it was a beautiful bright yellow bag. Amanda Carver is a student at Palmer Chiropractic College in Davenport, Iowa and will graduate in 2014.  She became a member of the CCA in 2013.