Quietly Profound

Hey!
So today I was at a pool party, and accidentally swam into the wall. Let's just say my face hurts. But after I stopped swimming, I started writing. And this was the result. I hope you like it!!
May this masks you think,
Jen

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"What if it all stopped? What if all the hurt that we experience suddenly never existed? All the challenges, hardships, and heartache vanished into thin air?"

That was the topic of our debate. Some argued for that being taken away, and some were arguing for it staying. I had been chosen to argue for the latter. 

For the first hour and a half, I had stayed silent, grasping my opponent's case and looking for weaknesses. 

They had been slowly picking apart  our case, and I had decided to turn the tables. 

"No one would be forced to feel anything that they didn't want to," the current speaker was saying. "And why should they?"

"Because it forces them to grow up." The murmuring crowd hushed when I finally spoke. 

"Excuse me?" The look at his face gave me the courage to speak the words given to me by the Lord. 

"If one faces no negative emotions, then they have the maturity level of a young child. Challenges help you find your way in the world, and force you to figure out who you are."

"But what if you do not wish to do any of that?"

"Then one had just proven whom they truly are on the inside."

I didn't say any more. I didn't need to. I could see the crowd whispering and the judges deliberating. Suddenly,a bout of nervousness swelled in my heart. 

Had I said too much? Did I say enough? Was it thought provoking or irritating? Was it Christ-like or was it from the flesh? Was it fact or emotion or the perfect blend of both? 

All these doubts swirled around in my head. This was the last debate of the night. Deciding the fate of the match were three judges, each with their own very different personalities. One was kind and loving, another strict and fair, and the third honest and blunt. 

I could tell that my partner wasn't happy with me. He had wanted to use the facts and evidence to prove it, but the simple truths in my minute of speaking outshone his hour and a half to prove our case. 

He had never really liked me. I mean, we got along fine, but he never really liked my 'quiet but powerfully spoken" personality. He was more of an orator than Cicero. 

"We have agreed."

The judges captured all of my attention. "And our agreement is this: due to the nature of this debate, in order to stir up thoughts and feelings for those watching, we have decided to award the win to the-"

I held my breath, and the rest of the crowd's was bated, as we waited for the judges' decision. "The win goes to, Team Central Valley!"

The crowd erupted into cheers and cat calls and excited murmurs. My partner collapsed back into his seat with relief, while I just stood. We had won! 

They quieted when the third judge stood up. "And we have decided who the most profound orator of this contest is."

All of the contestants held their breath. This was a high honor, not normally given unless one performed outstandingly. "Despite being rather quiet, this orator said little, but was profound. Please applaud for-"

I couldn't hear the name because of the drowning applause, but my partner did. "Stand up!" He hissed. 

"What?"

"You got the award! Stand!"

Shakily, I stood and started to speak. "Please, I don't think I got this award purely because I performed well, but that the Lord gave me the truths to say, and I chose to lean on Him and say it. So in truth, this award comes from the Lord, and let the honor and glory go to Him. Thanks be to God."

I sat down, content. And the whole room went silent.