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As Bobby waited, he looked at the come to the front and asked, "Who were
beautiful flowers and even though he was you talking to back there and where are the
a boy, he could see why mothers and girls roses you were fixing?"
liked flowers. Staring out the window, and blinking the
The sound of the door closing as the last tears from his eyes, he replied, "A strange
customer left, jolted Bobby back to reality. thing happened to me this morning. While I
All alone in the shop, Bobby began to feel was setting up things to open the shop, I
forlorn and afraid. thought I heard a voice telling me to set
Suddenly the shop owner came out and aside a dozen of my best roses for a special
moved to the counter. There, before gift. I wasn't sure at the time whether I had
Bobby's eyes, lay twelve long-stem, red lost my mind or what, but I set them aside
roses, with leaves of green and tiny white anyway.
flowers all tied together with a big silver "Just a few minutes ago, a little boy came
bow. Bobby's heart sank as the owner into the shop and wanted to buy a flower for
picked them up and placed them gently his mother with one small dime.
into a long white box. "When I looked at him, I saw myself, many
"That will be ten cents young man," the years ago. I too was a poor boy with
shop owner said reaching out his hand for nothing to buy my mother a Christmas gift.
the dime. Slowly, Bobby moved his hand to A bearded man, whom I never knew,
give the man his dime. Could this be true? stopped me in the street and told me that he
No one else would give him a thing for his wanted to give me ten dollars.
dime! Sensing the boy's reluctance, the "When I saw that little boy tonight, I knew
shop owner added, "I just happened to whose Voice that was, and I put together a
have 20 some roses on sale for ten cents a dozen of my very best roses."
dozen. Would you like them?" The shop owner and his wife hugged each
This time Bobby did not hesitate, and other tightly, and as they stepped out into
when the man placed the long box into his the bitter cold air, they somehow didn't feel
hands, he knew it was true. Walking out the cold at all!
door, he heard the shopkeeper say, "Merry http://www.all-creatures.org/
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ierdie bly vir my een van die mens uitstyg en
besondere stories rondom Michel- hom tot groot
Hangelo. Blykbaar is die marmer wat hoogtes in staat
vir sy Dawid-beeld gebruik is, deur verskeie stel.
kunstenaars weggewys omdat dit byna In my eie lewe is
onmoontlik was om die marmer te verwerk. ek al dikwels
Selfs Leonardo da Vinci het dit weggewys deur my eie
en gemeen dat dit nie regtig bruikbaar was gebrokenheid
om 'n menslike figuur te skep nie. Dit was oorweldig.
ook 'n besonder duur stuk marmer. Daarom gee
Is dit nie maar wat met ons ook op stories soos dié
geestelike gebied gebeur nie? Ons is eintlik van Michelangelo vir my hoop. Ek weet net
ook maar onbewerkbare materiaal wat in dat as dit van my afgehang het, ek nooit
die hande van 'n genadige God (wat ten besondere hoogtes sou kon bereik nie.
duurste vir die “marmer” betaal het), Ek besef dat die hoogtes nie impliseer dat
omskep word in 'n meesterstuk tot Sy eer. ek wêreldberoemd moet word nie, maar dat
Die skoonheid van die beeld lê juis in die ek 'n verskil maak net daar waar God my met
gebrokenheid van die materiaal. Ons my besondere gawes geplaas het. Soos
skoonheid is nie in ons besondere gawes sovele kere al genoem, is dit dikwels om 'n
en talente opgesluit nie, maar veel eerder in verskil in net één mens se lewe te maak.
ons gebrokenheid waardeur 'n lewende Want onthou, die één verlore skaap is vir die
God werk. Here baie belangrik!
Aan die einde van Michelangelo se lewe het “The more the marble wastes, the more the
hy so gebewe dat hy hom tot die digkuns statue grows.”
gewend het en ook op hierdie vlak beson- Hoe moeilik ook al, ek moet glo dat God op
dere werk gelewer het. Hy het egter baie ‘n besondere manier besig is om die dele
hiervan verbrand aangesien hy nie wou hê wat nie werk nie, weg te kap sodat Hý meer
dat mense sien hoe hy sukkel voordat hy by sigbaar word!
die eindproduk gekom het nie. [Uit: Shrink-stories, Eugene Kemp, Naledi,
Hy is nooit getroud nie, maar 'n baie goeie 2009].
vriendin, Vittoria, is in 1547 dood en het
hom eensamer as ooit agtergelaat. Hy het
in 1564 op 89-jarige ouderdom gesterf en
tot die einde nog meesterwerke gelewer.
Hy was bekend as 'n disfunksionele mens,
en ek word net so bewus van die genadige
God wat bokant die gebrokenheid van die