6 May 2012
I'd like to tell you a story. This is the story of a sizeable chunk of rose quartz, a little smaller than my palm and very beautiful. One day, when I was about six, I was at a friend's house. Now, this friend had a rock collection, which I found absolutely fascinating. For whatever reason, we decided to play Shop. He was the vendor and I was the customer. This one piece of quartz had really caught my eye, so I decided to "buy" it. When he asked for money, I, ashamed, admitted that I had none. In response, he gave me money of his own, and told me to buy the rock with it.
Years passed. People changed. The rock was tossed in a drawer and forgotten. But recently, I found it again. I had thought little of the incident when it occurred, but I realized just how amazing that little act of kindness was. Because little Jonathan had shown me the meaning of God's grace. When we had no money to pay for our sins, God gave His son and told us to pay Him with Jesus' perfection. And that is simply amazing.
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NOT A Poem, NOT Cliched • Opuss № I