A man had a little
daughter--an only and much beloved child.
He lived only for her, she was his life. So
when she became ill and her illness resisted the
efforts of the best obtainable physicians, he
became like a man possessed, moving heaven and
earth to bring about her restoration to health.
best efforts proved fruitless, however, and the
child died. The father was totally irreconcilable.
He became a bitter recluse, shutting himself away
from his many friends, refusing every activity
that might restore his poise and bring him back
to his normal self.
one night he had a dream. He was in heaven
and witnessing a grand pageant of all the little
child angels. They were marching in an apparently
endless line past the Great White Throne.
Every white-robed, angelic tot carried a candle.
He noticed, however, that one child's candle was
not lit. Then he saw that the child with
the dark candle was his own little girl.
Rushing towards her, while the pageant faltered,
he seized her in his arms, caressed her tenderly,
and asked, "How is that your candle is the
only one not lit?" "Father, they
often relight it, but your tears always put it
out again," she said.
Just then he awoke from from his dream. The
lesson was crystal clear, and it's effects were
immediate. From that hour on he was no
longer a recluse, but mingled freely and
cheerfully with his former friends and associates.
No longer would his little darling's candle be
extingushed by his useless tears.
Written by Odain
GOD'S LITTLE ACRE
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