This is my first bid. If I need to do something different, please let me know. Thank you.
Bid: 2 days for rewriting the first 10 articles. 14 days for 50 articles.
Sample of writing ability below:
"The Hen and Her Brood"
A small chapel sits on the western slope of the Mount of Olives, just across the Kidron Valley from Jerusalem. According to local tradition, this is the place where Jesus wept over the city that rejected him and his ministry.
There is a famous picture on the altar that is referred to by the locals as the "picture of what never happened." The picture is a mosaic medallion of a white hen with a golden halo around her head. Her red comb resembles a crown and her wings are spread wide to shelter the chicks that crowd around her feet. The chicks look happy and content. The hen looks ready to attack anyone who dares to threaten harm to one of her chicks.
Around the rim of the medallion are red words printed in Latin. Translated to English they read, "Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills prophets and stones those who are sent to it! How often have I desired to gather your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings? And you were not willing!" (Luke 13:34)
The locals tell a different story. The recall a hen on one hill clucking and clucking and clucking, calling all of her chicks to her, and spreading her wings wide open . . . making vulnerable her heart. Some of the chicks have wandered so far away that they cannot even hear her clucking; others no longer recognize her clucks because they have been listening and following the voice of someone else, and some who do hear her choose to make no response at all. It seems the chicks have become so busy and caught up in the world around them that they have forgotten who they are.
There is always a fox if there is a hen. The sly fox makes his way into the village. When she sees him, the hen clucks and clucks, running as fast as she can to gather her brood . . . with her wings spread wide open . . . making vulnerable her heart, but she is killed. And just when the fox attacks the hen, all the little chicks scatter and run in all directions. "How often have I desired to gather your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings? And you were not willing!" (Luke 13:34)
How would the story be told today? Is there anyone who desires to protect those they love enough to "make vulnerable their heart?" Are there those along our path of life willing to run for the sake of another? Will anyone run for you? Will you run for anyone? Are there people you know who will dare to make their voice heard even if it is not popular in the world? And when rejected, especially by those they deeply love, will they give up or will they continue to call out . . . making vulnerable their heart?