Hello My Name Is (based on the song by Matthew West)

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The world says one thing. He says something entirely different.

Submitted: October 04, 2013

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Submitted: October 04, 2013



I’d been walking the King’s Highway for quite some time. It was hot and sticky. I was walking through the City of Reminding. I’d heard of it before, but I knew I’d be okay. I just had to keep following His footprints.
“Hello,” I heard someone call. I looked across the street and advancing toward me was a young man. He wore a pair of pinstriped pants, a lavender shirt with a purple tie, a black vest, and a pinstriped fedora that sat low on his forehead. Very attractive indeed.
“Hello,” I responded politely. I really needed to be on my way and didn’t want to have to deal with him.
“Where are you headed?” he asked as he fell into step next to me.
“To the City of Light,” I replied simply.
He grabbed my arm gently, making me come to a stop. He pushed his hat back on his head and looked into my eyes with his blue ones. “I think we’ve met before,” he smirked.
My mind searched for his face. He seemed vaguely familiar, but…
“Yeah, I know your face, we have met!” he smiled.
“I’m sure we haven’t,” I shook my head, sure that if I did know him, I didn’t want to remember right now.
“My name is Regret. I think we met at a party once,” he started trotting backwards trying to keep up with me.
I stopped. Everything came back immediately.
“You were the pretty girl who didn’t have a friend. I stayed with you. Do you regret that?” he smirked.
I gulped.
“Yeah, the guy who was supposed to be with you stood you up! Remember that?”
“Please go away,” I whispered.
“Ha! And then I asked you to dance!” he took my hand and twirled me around forcibly. “And then who showed up? Your young man and you pushed me away and he left because he thought you were with somebody else. Regret all that don’t you?”
“Leave me alone.” I said helplessly. “I don’t need this.”
“Did he ever come back? Huh? Did he ever come back for you? All your fault isn’t it!” he stood there and laughed at my misery. “What about that time you pushed your family away because you thought they’d judge you? What about that time you didn’t help that man across the street? What about that time you ignored someone who committed suicide the next day?” he spat in my face.
“Hey, knock it off!” yelled a young woman running over. She wore a simple white dress with a pair of red heels, her brown hair tied up in a ribbon. “She’s not worth your time, are you sweetie? You’re not worth anything!” she smiled.
I looked at her confused. Was this supposed to be comfort? “Excuse me?”
“Regret,” she turned to the young man. “You waste your time on this one. She’s not worth a glance. Look at her! She’s dirty from all the walking she’s been doing, her hair’s a mess, and I can’t imagine what combing it would do! She’s failed in every way with everyone in everything; don’t you think you could do better?” she smiled. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t introduce myself. My name is Worth. And you’re not worth much!” she laughed with Regret over her mean spirited joke about her name.
“Ha!” another man walked across, dressed similarly to Regret. “The name’s Defeat. Where are you going?” he asked of me.
“To the City of Light,” I faltered.
They all laughed. More people crossed the street, the girls all dressed alike, the men dressed all alike. There seemed to be twenty or so, all yelling at me.
“You’ll lose, you won’t gain anything, this whole thing is a farce, and you’ll fail! Just give up and go home!” yelled the one called Defeat.
“Do you really think you can make it all that way? Come on!” laughed the one called Doubt.
“Honestly, I don’t think they’d let you in at all in the first place considering the way you’re dressed!” chimed in Worth.
“You’ve got absolutely no hope, no future!” bellowed Hopeless over the crowd, trying to be heard over the squabble.
“Imagine what your family will say when they find out you were a total idiot walking out in the middle of nowhere thinking you’d find something better!” giggled Shame.
“You freak, you sinner. You’re dirtier than anyone I’ve ever seen in my life! You’ve messed up your entire world and you think you can do better!” scoffed Deceit.
“ENOUGH!!” I yelled, pressing my hands over my ears. Silence fell over the crowd. They all waited for me to say something. I lowered my arms and adjusted my shirt. “You’ve all told me your names,” they looked at each other. “Now I’ll tell you mine.” Fear crossed their faces. “Hello, my name is Child of the One True King. I’ve been saved, I’ve been changed, and I have been set free. Amazing Grace is the song I sing. Hello, my name is Child of the One True King.” They shrank back and away from me.
“Hello, Regret, my name is Child of the One True King, I’ve been forgiven all my actions once and for all and who are you to bring up a debt that has already been paid for?” Regret vanished into a pile of dust.
“Hello, Worth, my name is Child of the One True King, I’ve been paid for with the blood of the Prince of Peace and that makes me worthless, what does that say of Him?” Worth vanished into a pile of dust.
“Hello, Defeat, my name is Child of the One True King, my Savior rose victorious over the grave and is leading me to the City of Light because I have already won the battle, so why wouldn’t I continue my journey?” Defeat vanished into a pile of dust.
“Hello, Doubt, my name is Child of the One True King, my Father has laid His steps before me and I will follow them. They are the simplest of paths to follow and I’ll make it the whole way there without any problems, do you see them?” Doubt vanished into a pile of dust.
“Hello, Hopeless, my name is Child of the One True King, the Lord of the universe has promised me a heritage, and new hope, and a future, His plans He has made for me are to prosper me, not to harm me, so I wonder why you even bother?” Hopeless vanished into a pile of dust.
“Hello, Shame, my name is Child of the One True King, the only thought in the world that matters to me is what my King thinks of me, so why on earth would I pay heed to what my family would say, if anything at all?” Shame vanished into a pile of dust.
“Hello, Deceit, my name is Child of the One True King, I’ve been washed whiter than snow and all my stains no longer exist, why do you call me by a name I no longer know?” Deceit vanished into a pile of dust.
Every one of my accusers disappeared in the same fashion so that I was left alone in the middle of the dusty street. I saw shadows in the windows of the building that lined the street. I knew they were still there. I took a deep breath and yelled at the top of my lungs:


The city vanished and I was left alone.

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