March 21, 2005 - "Jack's Lily" by Author Unknown
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by Author Unknown
A barking dog in the distance brought Jack out of his sleep and back into consciousness. He lay in the prison cell and curses the emptiness, the loneliness, the blackness around him. Morning was about to dawn, ushering in the anniversary of Lily's first visit. Lily had been all that mattered to him in the world. From the day when she was born, she was fragile and sweet like the morning breeze blowing through the filed of lilies. No other name would have done her justice. But Lily never had a chance. When she was two, her mother walked out, announcing that she did not want to be tied down to a crippled child.
Jack wiped the cold sweat from his brow. Hatred and self pity overcame him out of the depth of his conscience. He never knew where his wife went, but his life hit a downward path--- too much drinking and gambling, too many fights. He recalled with an oath that the last fight over a game of cards when tempers and blood ran hot together. He was doing time now on a manslaughter conviction.
Lily had lived out her days in a crippled children's home. She never walked in her five short years of life. The only kind spot in Jack's heart was for the nice elderly couple who had cared for Lily in the home. Jack stared at the ceiling remembering every detail of Lily's last visit. Her yellow straw bonnet stuck up just right on top of her yellow curls, making a frame for her doll-like face. Eyes, blue like sapphires, flashed at him behind the wire screen that separated them in the visiting room. Both dimples showed when she smiled. A dress of yellow ruffles and ribbons hid the thinness of her body and made her look every inch of living Lily that she was.
Jack sat up, cringing at the memory of the spotted lily his own Lily had brought him. She had hugged the clay pot before she let go of it. Then she said, "Daddy, this is me. I am going to be with you all the time. Every time you see this lily think of me, for I am your Lily!"
Lily soon had to wave goodbye, but the blooming lily remained to brightened his world of gloom, filling his cell with the slightest suggestion of perfume, so light, so alive, so pure! Not even the foul prison air stifled it! A thousand times a day Jack had stared at the blossom, looking though misty eyes in to the face of Lily, "Daddy, this is me," the silent blossom cried into his heart. Tender care kept the plant alive. Jack dreamed of the day when he would walk from this prison a free man. He would take her away, down south where the sunshine would bring color to her cheeks and a smile to her face.
However, one night Jack's world caved in. The chaplain had tried to soften the shock with words of hope, but it was no use. Lily was dead. Pneumonia. Jack folded the telegram and stalked out of the chaplains office with head held low. From that night on he was like a man walking in his sleep. Nothing had mattered and more. Nothing.
The next day, as he moved the fading plant to a sunny spot, his hands trembled and he dropped it. The stem snapped as the pot smashed into pieces on the cement floor. Jack was stunned--- too stunned to move for along time. Then, dropping to his knees,he gathered the fragments of clay, earth, and plant and molded them into a mound in the corner of his cell. Lily was dead--- the mound of dirt was her grave. "daddy, this is me." Jack turned away. He could not endure the sight of her lonely grave.
A buzzer brought Jack out of his memories and to his feet. Lights blinked on as he listened to a shuffle of feet. Then he remembered. There was going to be a sunrise service in the chapel. It was still dark. No service for him he thought. Never! Lily was dead and with her had died all his hopes and dreams.. There was only one thing left for him to do and that was to hang himself. As he walked toward the window Jack glanced down and froze in his tracks. The lily, which had lain in its grave for a year, had burst into life! A lily blossom stood in triumph on the dirt tomb. "THIS IS ME, DADDY, THIS IS ME!" The words rang like a silver bell in Jack's heart. He bowed his head as hot tears rolled down his face and dropped to the floor.
Jack found a seat in the chapel just as the chaplain rose from behind a bank of lilies, opened his Bible and began to read, "Jesus is the resurrection and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live. And whoever lives and believeth in Me shall never die. Believest thou this"" John 11:25,26
Jack leaned forward. He did not know the Bible said this. In fact, he never read the Bible. The chaplain explained the way to receive forgiveness of sins. Suddenly Jack felt his sins heavy as mountains weighing down upon him. Would God forgive him? "While we were yet sinners Christ died for us." Romans 5:8, explained the chaplain. Jack fell on his knees in earnest prayer and confessed his sins to God and trusting the Lord Jesus Christ who died for him. Romans 10:9 When he rose to his feet, he knew his load of sin and guilt was all gone! He was forgiven! He was filled with peace and joy!
Later tears of joy filled his eyes as he knelt to pray beside the blooming lily in his cell. Someday he would meet Lily in Heaven. Jack was not alone now. He felt the sweet presence of his Savior who promises to "never leave you nor forsake you" Hebrews 13:5.
The Letter Box:
Nancy Cole's beautiful story touched me deeply for many reasons too detailed to go into here. Nancy's story brings reassurance to many of us who have suffered losses of a loved family member or close friend. I received reassurance of my own shortly after a recent loss in the form of a spectacula rainbow poised above the Indian Ocean where I was vacationning. The simple rainbow spoke volumes to me just as the tiny sparrow did to Amee's father and then her mother. Thank you, Nancy, for a lovely story. God's Blessings and Love to you, Nancy Julien Kopp
I am so happy for you that in seeking the truth your faith was rewarded in a way that you could never have imagined. Through his grace and mercy the Lord united you and Amee's father again for a brief moment and increased faith in both of you. Amee was looking down from Heaven and smiling.
My daughter Catherine who is 21 is a gifted artist too. Her favourite drawings are butterflies that emerge from the eye. I know this is her way of interpreting freedom and I pray she finds that freedom in the Lord.
May peace be with you always.
Sue Hughes (Qatar, Arabian Gulf)
I haven't written about a story in so long, but just had to comment on Nancy Cole's story "The Reassurance" as it touched my heart so much. I loved it, and think there was definitely a message there to Nancy and her husband, and the good thing was she interpreted it as it should be. What a wonderful affirmation of God's love for us! Tell Nancy we want more of her writings.
Winnipeg, MB, Canada
Dear Nancy Cole -- Thank you for telling your story of God's reassurance. His mercy is everlasting and always a comfort.
The day after my Mother died my sister and I living 400 miles apart from each other had the same dream. We both saw my Mom and her sister who died several years earlier dancing in a field of daisies. I never had a doubt that my Mom or my Aunt went to Heaven but now I know that not only are there streets of gold, there is also a field of daisies to dance in there.
Blessings to you and yours Mary Carol D.
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