.A LITTLE BIT OF THIS AND THAT.

– mish mash of psychedelic ideals

.THE PRECIOUS PEARL. October 19, 2009

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pearlIn the midst of my preparation for last week’s story – The Precious Pearl, i got curious. if you know me well or long enough, musing is part of my genetic make up and i like to wonder about things. i don’t always ask questions (i think) but i sure do muse internally, until the absorption propels me to find out why.

in this case, the question “where do pearls come from?” kept popping inside my head till i could not wait any longer. i had to know WHERE. and HOW. (okay, i know GOD made them but they had to form somehow, didn’t they? ) and the HOW blew me away.

Pearls come from way down under the ocean. People use to swim way down under the ocean to find oysters at the bottom of the sea. Then they brought these oysters up on the land.

The pearl itself actually begins as an irritant. Sand, a pebble, or a pesky parasitic organism gets inside the oyster’s shell. To reduce the irritation, the oyster coats the intruder with layers of a solid, slick material called nacre.

The oyster’s mantle tissue secretes the two main components of nacre: thin layers of the mineral aragonite and a gluelike substance called conchiolin, which cements the layers together. Because the aragonite is translucent, light interacts with the overlapping layers to give the finished pearl its lustrous appearance. Pearl molluscs also coat the inside of their own shells with nacre, so some shells picked up at a seashore are shiny and iridescent inside.

The layers of nacre smooth the shell surface and help defend the soft tissues against parasites and damaging debris by entombing them in successive layers of nacre, forming either a blister pearl attached to the interior of the shell, or a free pearl within the mantle tissues. The process is called is encystation and it continues as long as the mollusk lives.

If you have read the story from Matthew 13:45-46, the merchant sold all he had to purchase the precious pearl. Jesus gave up everything on the cross for us. He had to have us, the moment He saw us. We are that precious pearl.

i was rock bottom when Jesus found me. He saved me from the depths and gave me new ground to walk on. He put my feet back on the ground. i’m pretty sure i’m not the only one. And like the pearl, we began as an irritant. When Jesus died for us on the cross and we accepted Him as Lord and Savior, our life is hidden in Him. For ye are dead, and your life is hid with Christ in God – Colossians 3:3

Now hidden in Him, He has coated us with nacre. nacre is strong, resilient and iridescent. the layers of nacre smoothen out the shell surface. Surrounding us with His glory, His being smoothens out our rough edges. No longer i, but Christ in me. Layer after layer. Besides being refined by Him, He protects us from danger and harm (parasites and damaging debris). This continues, as long as we live. What does the pearl look like now? no longer its’ initial irritable self, it is now beautiful. Reflecting light every which way you turn. It is fabulous, all round. We shine in the light of His glory. Precious, of great price, because of Him.

i will never read this story the same again.

xoxo

REFERENCE: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nacre

 

happymoments!

Filed under: .All THINGS LOVELY. — twentyonepurplehorses @ 20:37
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I love life :) yes, through times of trouble, even – there is much to rejoice about. for one, nay, ONE : my sins are forgiven and I belong to abba father!

my day was peppered with happy moments. not that other days weren’t but I have 3 worth mentioning because they touched my heart :)

1. I am waiting for my turn in the ladies and I see a maid waiting outside a cubicle, albeit patiently. I studied her closely and she looked my age, maybe younger but the hard days of labor have taken it’s toil on her face and hands. the door clicks open and a frail granny steps out and looks to her. she smiles. one of the most gentlest of smiles I’ve ever seen. the granny smiles back and clings on to her outstretched hand. if there was a vote for unsung heroes, mine would go to her.

2. I am waiting (again) for my sister outside the fitting room. I notice an old couple deliberating between an S or M. so sweet, I thought. and wondered to myself who they were buying the pretty top for. a sales assistant approaches and smiles at them. “How may I help?” she says. seconds later, she gamely puts the top on and whirls around, for the couple’s inspection. they’ve found the perfect fit, kudos to her.

3. I am waiting (yet again) for my turn in the ladies, a second time. and a lady rushes in frantically, ready to burst into a random cubicle. I was about to give her the eye – the queue is HERE – when I realise from the look in her eyes, that something was wrong. a cleaner approaches. “What are you looking for?” “My mobile!” she almost shouts, her voice shaking. she even manages a “white samsung”. the cleaner smiles. “Someone retuned it to me. Come with me.” someone’s honesty made her day. her expression, feelings and emotions – priceless, thereafter.

I guess good things happen when you WAIT.

xoxo