My son's first novel: THE MAGIC BROOM (BY PEACE KANG)

THE MAGIC BROOM

       BY: PEACE KANG

Some times witches’ brooms loose power. In most times, the witches feel the power running out, so they change to a new broom. But unfortunately some times their brooms run out of power in an instant, and they fall off. 

And that’s what happened this one afternoon, a widow was taking a walk in her garden when a witch fell in her cabbage patch. She looked down and saw the witch. The witch was wounded so the widow picked the witch up and carried the witch into her house and placed the witch carefully on her bed. The witch fell sound asleep and woke up in middle of the night all her wounds were healed and she tip toed out of the room and quietly past the sleeping widow and out the door and waited outside until another witch came and had a nice talk and flew off, and into the night. 

The very next day the widow heard sweeping out the bedroom door. Curiously she walked out the door and guess what she saw? She saw a broom sweeping by it self. But then she thought it will be useful for a broom to sweep instead of her. After a while the widow got bored of all the sweeping and thought if the broom could learn something, other than sweeping, so she taught the broom to do all sorts of stuff but the broom was an extraordinary student, since when you show it how to do once, you don't have to teach it twice. One afternoon while the broom was chopping trees, the widow told about every one of her neighbours that she had a magic broom, when one of the them wanted the proof. When the husband of the other family said: THAT BROOM HAS TO BE REMOVED AS SOON AS POSSIBLE and the wife agreed. That afternoon, three men were at the door and they were there to burn the broom! So the widow led them in and whispered:The broom sleeps right there. So they lifted the broom and burned it to ashes. The next day the widow telling frightening news: She has seen the ghost of the broom at night. The mean people who burned the broom didn't believe her, but the next night they saw it! The ghost of the broom! And the next night, he saw the ghost again carrying an axe but closer. The next night they heard five loud BANG on their door. The widow was asleep when she heard music she woke up and saw the broom then she said, “You have used your white paint wisely, go have a bath and rinse the paint off?” And so the broom did.

THE END 

Memorial service sermon in the form of a letter (Nov 1st, 2014)

Scripture:

2 Corinthians 5: 1-5

For we know that when this tent we live in now is taken down—when we die and leave these bodies—we will have wonderful new bodies in heaven,  homes that will be ours forevermore, made for us by God himself, and not by human hands.

How weary we grow of our present bodies.  That is why we look forward eagerly to the day when we shall have heavenly bodies which we shall put on like new clothes.  For we shall not be merely spirits without bodies.  These earthly bodies make us groan and sigh, but we wouldn’t like to think of dying and having no bodies at all.  We want to slip into our new bodies so that these dying bodies will, as it were, be swallowed up by everlasting life.  This is what God has prepared for us and, as a guarantee, he has given us his Holy Spirit.

Message

Dear ____,

I never had a chance to meet you personally,

but I feel quite close to you

since I read the autobiography you left to your family and friends  -

The Streams of Life Run Fast.

You wrote,

“I am sharing this story of my life, my memoirs, if you will,

not because it is an exceptional story to anyone else

but because it is exceptional to me and my family.”

I imagine you wove

these treasured stories

with concentration, finding the threads of memory and feeling,

binding them with words

clear and reminiscent.

When you were writing them,

your weary body was forgotten.

You describe those days of your youth

from a sure and certain perspective

as you were at four

or 15

in your twenties, or in your thirties.

The streams of life truly do run fast.

They wash us over us

with surprising force,

scouring us

deeply and intensively

just as much as we can handle.

They forbid us to forget

about the end;

what refreshes us wears us,

bearing us onward as we look back.

You have embraced your life

your joys and blessings,

your adversities and despairs.

Shining through all

through the years you have had,

the core of your heart,

your luminous inward part,

has not changed.

That light was the anchor

that held you in a stronger place

that kept you from defeat

in the hardest times, the darkest places.

I read the following reflection once

from a book I enjoyed, Falling Upward

“Your True Self is

who you objectively are from the beginning

in the mind and heart of God,

‘the face you had before you were born’

as the Zen master say.

It is your substantial self,

Your absolute identity, which can be neither gained

nor lost.”

Dear ____,

We grieve that your death is our loss,

But at the same time we also believe that we have not lost you at all

We are not here to speculate on the location of your soul.

We proclaim the hope that sustains us in the face of life and death,

the core that was you as you were.

The radiant core of your being – the giving, the determination, the pride, the strength which kept you moving through the streams of your life. Your journey was never easy but it was splendidly completed with dignity, beauty and strength. All of these qualities, plus your compassion,

now rest in the breadth of the universe

that our God has created and has become.

In God’s embrace, every being living and dying in our universe is metamorphosed, blessed and transformed to become part of a whole, ever-changing but constant in praising the beauty of life.

Life is precarious, but God’s love is absolute.

God meets you in every corner of the universe

as you nurture the matrix of life

by which all beings are sustained.

And, just as the earthly Jean has passed away the Jean of the universe, Spirit, freed, joins in God’s work to make everything new –

new heaven and new earth.

We know this, we send our blessings with you.

Be glad and continue your journey.

Enter with joy the dynamic presence of God.

Amen.