This reminds me of a story I heard once, told by the owner of a boarding house near a large hospital.
It was her practice to take in people from out of town who were undergoing procedures at the hospital and had to remain in the area for a time.
One night, a very strange gentleman rang her doorbell. He was very small in stature, showing the age of time both on his body and in his clothing. There were large, red, swollen blotches covering his face from the day spent with his doctor.
He explained that he only needed a room for the night and, though he had walked all over town, not a room was to be found. He went on to say that he knew it was because of his unsightly appearance and would be very satisfied to sleep on the porch in one of her chairs, just to have shelter for the one night.
At first she was taken back by his appearance and
request. But she quickly recovered her composure and told him she had a room for him if he would just wait there on the porch until the room could be made ready.
When dinner was done, she offered him something to eat, but he presented a brown paper bag, saying that he had plenty with him. However, he was quick to thank her for her thoughtfulness.
After dinner, she found him back outside on the front porch so she decided to sit with him for awhile since he looked like he could use some company.
As he talked of his life, he told her he was a fisherman and he helped to take care of his son and his wife and children. However, not once did he complain of this as a chore but, instead, praised the Lord for the opportunity.
The longer she listened to the little man speak, the more she realized what a privilege she had been offered to spend the time with him. She found him to be gentle and kind without measure and soon forgot his appearance all together. He was a beautiful man inside with a soul of richest compassion.
As he was preparing to leave the next morning, he asked if he might come back to board with her on each of his future hospital visits. She genuinely felt pleased to know that he would return and told him so.
That afternoon, her neighbor came over appalled that she had allowed that “horrible little man” to stay in her boarding house. She simply smiled, wishing that she could share with the entire town the beauty she had discovered inside this man.
As the months passed, not only did he return time and time again to stay with her but he always brought gifts with him of oysters and kale and other wonderful things from his nets. There friendship continued until his death some years later.
One afternoon, as she visited with a friend who owned a greenhouse, she noticed a beautiful flowering plant growing out of an old dented bucket on the patio.
As she gazed on this odd contrast, she asked her friend why she had not used a beautiful pot for such a beautiful plant.
Her friend answered easily. “Oh, I knew this would be a beautiful plant and, since I didn’t have another pot, I thought it wouldn’t mind starting out in this dented bucket. It’s beauty will easily shine through.”
On the walk home, she thought about that dented bucket and smiled.
Obviously, the sweet, old fisherman hadn’t minded starting out in his small framed body with it’s dents and imperfections. And, now, in Heaven, God had surely made him tall and beautiful…to match his beautiful soul.
“For the LORD seeth not as man seeth; for man looketh on the outward appearance, but the LORD looketh on the heart."
(1 Samuel 16:7b)
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Your photos are wonderful, too! :)
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A SONG OF SERVICE
By Eugenia S. Hunt
If all my pain and all my tears
And all that I have learned
Throughout the years,
Could form one perfect song.
To lift some darkened mind,
To make his pathway clear,
I should feel that, not in vain,
I have truly lived.
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JimmieOct 4, 2011
So true. Inner beauty is truly more important. And honestly, it shines out and makes ordinary people special.
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Love, Sue B.
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MicheySep 28, 2011
The entire idea of looking to the soul of a person is beautiful in itself, but the way you put it in words, you enhance it adding to it a new dimension.
Thanks for a beautiful post.
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Phil DavidsonSep 28, 2011
Sometimes I think I see out of a dented helmet. 'Speshul' kind of helmet. LOL