Enquiringly he entered into the studio of
this renowned sculptor, who was working briskly
on a block of marble. The little boy was
amazed when he saw this man striking this
white cold marble with his chisel and hammer.
He could not understand what he was doing.
Why was he hitting the marble so hard? But
being a timid boy, Edwin (this was the name
of the boy) did not ask any questions. He
just kept watching the artist chiselling
and carving. Three weeks later he needed
to return to the studio. This time he was
even more stunned to see, instead of a huge
block of white cold marble, a full-size gorgeous
"How did you know that there was
hidden in that marble?" Edwin
The sculptor replied, "The lion
heart saw the lion in the marble. And
I worked hard to release him"
This is the artist. The artist has
and he works so that this vision becomes
a reality. Where you and I only see
of cold marble, he sees a lion or the
and he works to make this vision a
God is an artist, The Artist. He has
vision on each one of us and He is
so that this vision may be unfolded.
we see only ugliness and uncertainty,
sees the image of His Son. And He gradually
works to shape this image in us.
Sometimes He has to hit hard! The hammer
and chisel are not the most gentle
You might have a plan and God shatters
And you feel upset and weep. It helps
remind yourself that these are only
of the hammer and the chisel in the
of the Artist who is bringing out the
image of his Son in you. They are blows
"She was perhaps fifteen years
black, skinny, wearing a weak smile…
died the most happy death I ever saw.
I wasn't her doctor, I knew that she
a very serious type of leukaemia. One
while I was doing the last round before
it a day, I heard some noises coming
her room. I peeped in and was amazed
a party going on. Everyone, led by
was singing. The girl in bed looked
better than I had seen her these past
Good, I said to myself, the medications
are giving her, are working.
About an hour later, I met her mother
the corridor and I told her how happy
that her daughter was improving. "My
daughter told us that tonight she is
to die," disclosed the mother
"So we organised a party to give
our good bye and send her home to Jesus."
I did not say anything, but walked
my head disapprovingly to what her
said. The laboratory results said the
of what the mother and the daughter
foreseeing. The girl, according to
records, was getting better.
That night the girl passed away very
God has a vision on you. He is working
it! Let him carve and fashion this
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