I referenced Plastic Pearls, earlier. Here is a version of the story, for those of you who were unfamiliar with the reference: A little girl bought her very own plastic pearl necklace with her very own money that she saved for a very long time. The little girl loved her pearls. They made her feel dressed up and grown up. The only time she took them off was when she went swimming or had a bubble bath. Her mother said if they got wet, they might turn her neck green. The pearls weren’t real but it didn’t matter to the little girl. She had bought them herself! The little girl had a very loving father. One day he said, “Sweetheart, do you love me?” Oh yes, Daddy. You know that I love you.” Then give me your pearls.” Not my pearls! You can have my toy horse.” That’s okay, Honey. Daddy loves you.” And he brushed her cheek with a kiss. About a week later, the little girl’s father asked again, “Do you love me?” Daddy, you know I love you.” “Then give me your pearls.” Not my pearls. You can have my baby doll.” That’s okay. Daddy loves you.” And as always, he brushed her cheek with a gentle kiss. This happened over and over and the little girl wondered anxiously, “If he loves me, why does he want to take away something I love?” Eventually, the little girl, nervous and teary eyed, walked up to her father and held out her fake pearl necklace. “Here, Daddy. This is for you. ”The father reached out with one hand to take the imitation pearl necklace and with the other hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out a blue velvet case with a strand of genuine pearls and gave them to his daughter. He had had them all the time, but was waiting for her to give up what she had to give her something even better. What plastic pearls are we clutching? What does God have in store for us if we will only let go of our precious counterfeits?
Posted on: Sat, 12 Oct 2013 02:22:52 +0000
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