A stranger came by the other day with an offer that set me to thinking. He wanted to buy the old barn that sits out by the highway. I told him right off he was crazy. He was a city type, you could tell by his clothes, his car, his hands, and the way he talked. He said he was driving by and saw that beautiful barn sitting out in the tall grass and wanted to know if it was for sale.
I told him he had a funny idea of beauty. Sure, it was a handsome building in its day. But then, thereís been a lot of winters pass with their snow and ice and howling wind. The summer sunís beat down on that old barn till all the paintís gone, and the wood has turned silver gray. Now the old building leans a good deal, looking kind of tired. Yet, that fellow called it beautiful.
That set me to thinking. I walked out to the field and just stood there, gazing at that old barn. The stranger said he planned to use the lumber to line the walls of his den in a new country home heís building down the road. He said you couldnít get paint that beautiful. Only years of standing in the weather, bearing the storms and scorching sun, only that can produce beautiful barn wood.
It came to me then. Weíre a lot like that, you and I. Only itís on the inside that the beauty grows with us. Sure we turn silver gray too... and lean a bit more than we did when we were young and full of sap. But the Good Lord knows what Heís doing. And as the years pass Heís busy using the hard wealth of our lives, the dry spells and the stormy seasons, to do a job of beautifying our souls that nothing else can produce. And to think how often folks holler because they want life easy!
They took the old barn down yesterday and hauled it away to beautify a rich manís house. And I reckon someday you and Iíll be hauled off to Heaven to take on whatever chores the Good Lord has for us. And I suspect weíll be more beautiful then for the seasons weíve been through here... and just maybe even add a bit of beauty to our Fatherís house.
May today there be peace within you. May you trust God that you are exactly
where you are meant to be. "I believe that friends are quiet angels
who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to
"But we all, with unveiled face, beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from glory to glory, just as from the Lord, the Spirit" 2 Corinthians 3:18