As I faced my maker at the last judgement,
I knelt before the Lord along with all the other souls.
Before each of us lay our lives like the
squares of a quilt in many piles.
An Angel sat before each of us, sewing our quilt
squares together into a tapestry that is our life.
But as my Angel took each piece of cloth off
my pile, I noticed how ragged and
empty each of my squares was.
They were all filled with giant holes.
Each square was labeled with a part of my life
that had been difficult, the challenges and
temptations I was faced with in everyday life.
I saw hardships I had endured, which
were the largest holes of all.
I glanced around me. Nobody had such squares.
Other than a tiny hole here and there, the
other tapestries were filled with rich colour
and the bright hues of wordly fortune.
I gazed upon my own life and was disheartened.
My Angel was sewing the ragged pieces of cloth together.
Threadbare and empty, link binding air.
Finally the time came when each life was to
be displayed, held up to the light, the scrutiny
of truth. The others rose, each in turn, holding
up their tapestries. So filled their lives had been.
My Angel looked upon me, and nodded for me
to rise. My gaze dropped to the ground in shame.
I hadn't had all the earthly fortunes. I had Love in my
life, and laughter. But there had also been trials
of illness, and death, and false accusations that took
me from my world, as I knew it. I had to start over
many times. I often struggled with the temptation to
quit, only to somehow muster the strength to pick up
and begin again. I spent many nights on my knees
in prayer, asking for help and guidance in my life.
I had often been held up to redicule, which I
endured painfully, each time offering it up to
the Father in hopes that I wold not melt within
my skin, beneath the judgemental gaze of those
who unfairly judged me.
And now, I have to face the truth. My life was what it
was, and I had to accept it for what it was.
I rose slowly, lifted the combined squares of
my life to the light. An awe-filled gasp filled the
air. I gazed around at the others, who stared at
me with wide eyes. Then I looked upon the
tapestry before me. Light flooded the many holes,
creating and image...the face of Christ.
Then our Lord stood before me, with warmth
and love in his eyes. He said...
"Every time you gave over your life to Me, it became
My life, My hardships, and My struggles.
Each point of light in your life is when you stepped aside and let Me shine through, until there was more
of Me, than there was of you."
May all our quilts be threadbare
and worn, allowing Christ
to shine through.
~ Author Unknown ~
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