THE LIVING FLAME 

By Tessa Harvey


    Then Daniel asked if they could pray for her. At first, Lucy was angry. The government did not approve of Christianity or any religion. Yet these people had fun - real fun. Still, she thought of informing on them and dwelt on the monetary reward and prestige this would give her.
    But Daniel, Ernst and Daria would suffer. She would be alone again....
    Queenie was missing her husband and Staria, her father. They would suffer also.
    Helga, a teacher, and Elif had become Lucy's dear friends. Gamsiz was such a happy, smiling boy! They were like family.
    Was God real? Perhaps. Lucy looked at the glowing faces as they sang about someone called Jesus and how he died to save people and rose again. No other leader ever triumphed over death.
    The fire lit up all the faces, old and young. The singers looked like living flames!  There was hardship, and pain. Elif did not know if her husband Yusef could join her and her son. But so much joy! She wanted to know about Jesus, to be part of this family. Ernst came over and hugged her. So did the others.

THE END


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