She
got down from her latest model car, self-driven, possessed excellent command
over English. She had everything in her to be called ‘beautiful’. Pastor
Charles observed her from his room. He was an experienced Pastor who had a
longing to do something for God.
She
entered the room of Pastor Charles speedily.
“Sarah,
please come”, Pastor Charles invited her and made her sit on a chair. Although
she tried to talk to him she could not. But suddenly she broke down and began
sobbing.
She
said, “I am ugly and my life is ugly”. Her eyes were blood shod and tears
filled her cheeks.
She
continued, “Pastor, my life is a total failure. Give me one reason why I should
live?”
“Why
do you say that?”, asked Pastor Charles.
She
replied, “Look at my life. See what a mess I have made. See the things I have
chosen to do. Look at the name I have gained – a slut”. Pastor Charles allowed
her to finish her long confession at the end of which she broke down into a
million pieces. She sobbed and sobbed till she had no more tears to drop. Then
she calmed down.
“Sarah,
so what did you do about that?” asked Pastor Charles.
She
replied, “I tried Pastor but I could not. The more I tried the more the world
shouted ‘I am ugly’. Among those who shouted were my friends, my youth
fellowship and many more.”
Pastor
Charles waited till she calmed down. Then he took a beautiful brand new Barbie
doll and asked her, “Do you like it?”.
She
replied, “It is beautiful and I like it”.
“Let’s
suppose you made this doll how you will like it?”.
“Oh,
I would love it with all my heart”.
Then
Pastor Charles told her, “Sarah you are also like this doll. God made you and
whenever He sees you, He says, ‘Lovely’” (Genesis 1:4,12,25,31).
Sarah
said, “Pastor, will you please stop it. You always try to make me feel good”.
Pastor
Charles did not respond to that because he was tired of seeing people who just
cannot believe the lovely people that they really are within themselves.
Then
he took a tube of fevicol paste and began to squeeze it on the lovely doll.
“Pastor,
what are you doing? Stop it” she said.
The
Pastor did not stop. Within a few moments the doll was destroyed. Then he went
out of his rood, took a handful of mud and came inside. The mud was stinking.
Sarah,
pulled out her hand kerchief and covered her nose.
Then
Pastor Charles poured the mud on the fevicol that was pasted on the doll. Now
the doll was buried under the mud – sand. He asked her, “Now look, how is it!”
Sarah
replied, “It is intolerable. I am feeling sick.”
“Will
you love it?”
“Never”.
“Will
your friends love it?”
“No”.
“Will
your parents love it?”
“No”.
“Will
anyone in your youth fellowship like it?”
“No”.
“Can
they be blamed for not loving it?”
“No,
they can’t be blamed”.
But
Pastor Charles said, “I love it”.
Sarah
was shocked. “What do you mean?”
Pastor
Charles replied, “The real Barbie is buried underneath the mud and it is
beautiful and lovely. What I am seeing now is the dust and the ugliness. It is
not the fault of the doll. In the same way God has created all of us
beautifully. But it is the sins of our ancestors and our own sins that destroy
our beauty. But can the doll be cleaned from this mud?”.
Sarah
replied, “No”.
Pastor
Charles said, “The doll cannot clean the mud and dirt from it. Only another
person can do it”.
Then
he showed Sarah a particular portion from the Bible and Sarah read it.
“The
blood of Jesus Christ, His son cleanses us from all sin” (1 John 1:7).
Pastor
Charles continued, “It is not your fault to appear ugly to this world and
yourself. It is the mud poured on you by these worldly things is the reason for
your ugliness. But you always look beautiful to God. The blood He had shed on
the cross is so powerful to cleanse you from all your sins”.
Sarah
happily nodded her head in agreement and her eyes brightened.
“And provide for those who grieve in Zion—to bestow
on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of
mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be
called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendour”
– (Isaiah 61:3)
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