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Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Stone And Pearl


At one time, there lived a merchant rocks. Every day he walked from town to town to trade their goods were. When he was walking down to a city, there is a small stone on the roadside which appealed to him. Stone was not nice, rude, and not likely to be sold. But traders had picked it up and store it in a bag, and then the merchant went on his way.

After a long walk, lelahlah merchant, then he's taking a break. During his break, he reopened the package that contains the stone. He looked at the stone carefully, then the stone was carefully rubbed with the stone. Because the merchant's patience, the bad original stone, now looks beautiful and shiny. Be content that traders heart, then he went on his way.

During her walk again, when suddenly she saw something sparkle-sparkle on the roadside. After the note, it turns out it was a beautiful pearl. What a happy heart these traders, the pearl was taken and kept, but in a different bag with pockets where the stone had been. Then he went on his way back.

As for the small stone was felt that the merchants had paid little attention to himself, and he felt so happy. But at some point mengeluhlah small stones to himself. "You so good to me, every day I rubbed even though I was only a stone that bad, but I feel lonely. I do not have a friend one, if only you give me a friend". Apparently the poor little stone complaints are heard by the merchant. He felt sorry and then he said to the little stone "O small stone, I heard a sigh kesahmu, well I will give unto you according to what you ask." After that then these traders move the beautiful pearl found on the roadside it into the bag place a small stone is located.

Can imagine how happy the little stone heart got friends that beautiful pearl. Indeed how do not thinks, that the merchant will give his best to him. Time goes by and the stones and pearls were friends with the familiar. Each time the traders were resting, he's always rubbing it back stones and pearls. But at some point, after rubbing them, all of a sudden it separates a small stone merchant and the pearl. Pearl was placed back in his pocket before, and it remains a small stone in his own pocket. So the little stone heart sedihlah. Each and every day she cried, and begged the merchant to return the pearl along with him. But as if traders were not listening to him.

Then drop a small stone ROBLEM it, and in the midst of despair that, he cried out to the trader's "Oh my lord, why do you do that? Why do you disappoint me?"

Apparently, these grievances are heard by the merchants stone. Then he said to the little stone "O little rock, you have I picked up from the roadside. You are the original bad has now become beautiful. Why do you complain? Why are you complaining? Why is thy heart grieved as I took the pearls from you? Is not the pearl mine, and I was free to pick any time this voluntarily? You have I picked up from the road, you have a bad beginning has now become beautiful. Know that to me, you are as precious as the pearl, I picked up, and thou hast now has become mine as well. Let me my heart is free to use you at will. I would never throw again. "

Do understand the meaning behind the story? What is meant by a small stone that is those of us all, while it is God's own traders. We all are bad and despicable in her presence, but because of his love, He polish us, so we maketh beautiful in her presence. While the definition of pearl that is thanks to God for all of us. Who does not like to receive blessings? Thanks to it can be anything in our daily lives, perhaps in the form of joy, health, parents, siblings and friends, and more. Will we ever be grateful, every time we get a blessing? And if we remain grateful, if ever God took everything from us? Is not all that His and He is free take it back whenever he wanted? Always be thankful to Him, because He will never disappoint us all.

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