Become New

Leona stared, unseeing, at the small grungy duplex. Her eyes fixed upon the fading gray door and penetrated through the walls to her past. That night so long ago came rushing back like a tidal flood and nearly drowned her once again in the pain of it all. She could see the others—homies, out for a good time and looking for themselves. They couldn’t abandon her fast enough when the cops showed up.

The drugs hadn’t killed her, but they’d killed her unborn child. Her life was worthless, irreconcilable…or so she thought. Until a policeman stepped into her hospital room and changed her life forever. He told her about Christ, about His love for her, about the hope and life that He offered freely to all mankind. It had taken her a while, but the words finally seeped into her heart and she gave her life to Christ one night alone in her cell.

Now out of jail and done with rehab, she was going to church and starting a new job. By the grace of God, she was rebuilding her life, one step at a time. But sometimes she still felt the weight of the person she used to be.

“Why you cryin’, girl? Who you lookin’ for?”

Leona turned to see an old bag lady by the curb.

She shrugged. “The old me, I guess.”

The bag lady laughed and shook her head even as she wagged her finger at Leona. “Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.”

Leona stared in surprise for a moment, then nodded and smiled as she looked down at the sidewalk. “You’re right.”

She looked up to thank the woman…but she was gone.


© Whitney L. Schwartz


Written for Christian Flash Weekly

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