The Parable of the Pearls

The Parable of the Pearls
Brad Reiches
Jan 23 2007 09:42AM

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Tuesday, January 23, 2007
GodThoughtsWired!

 

"The Parable of the Pearls"*

She loved her toy pearls. They made her feel special and grown up.  She wore them everywhere - Sunday school, kindergarten, even to bed.  The only time she took them off was when she went  swimming or had a bubble bath.  Mom said if they got wet, they might turn her neck green. 

Every night when she was ready for bed, her daddy would read her a story.  One night after the story, he asked her, "Honey, do you love me?" "Oh yes, Daddy," she responded.  "Then give me your pearls," he asked.  "Oh, Daddy, not my pearls.  How 'bout  Princess - the white horse from my collection. The one with the pink tail.  Remember, Daddy?  "That's okay, honey.  Daddy loves you. Good night."

About a week later, after the story time, her daddy asked again, "Do you love me honey?" "Oh yes Daddy!  I love you and Mommy." "Then would you give me your pearls?" "Oh Daddy, not my pearls. How 'bout my baby doll. The brand new one I got for my birthday?" "That's okay sweetie.  Sleep well my precious one." 

A few nights later when her daddy came in, she was sitting on the bed with her head down and legs crossed.  As he came close, he noticed her chin quivering as a lone tear rolled gently down her cheek.  "What is it, honey?  What's wrong?"  She didn't say a word as she lifted her little hand toward her dad.  And when she opened it, there was her little toy necklace. And with a whisper she finally said, "Here, Daddy. It's for you." 

As tears gathered in his own eyes, he reached out to take the dime-store necklace, and with the other hand reached into his pocket and  pulled out a blue velvet case with a strand of genuine pearls that he had been waiting to give her all along.

He who has an ear to hear...let him hear. 

*adapted from an unknown author.