My father was a pastor/evangelist. We mainly lived in church. My like for the Lord was fascinating and alive! Via the yrs as I grew more mature and expert many wounds from inside of the physique of Christ, I grew to become the proverbial ‘prodigal daughter.’ One particular day a lot of yrs later when my Father was going to me, he took some transform out of his pocket, and in the center of it was a red marble. I remarked, “Dad, why do you have that red marble in your pocket?” He picked it up, held it up to the light-weight, and at that level the purple marble feel to glow. He answered, “I have this pink marble in my pocket as a reminder.” I replied, of what? He seemed deep into my eyes and commenced to converse, “as a reminder of the very last fall of blood that my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ shed for me on the cross. Here, I want you to have it, so you also will have a reminder of Calvary.”
I continue to remember how those words pricked my heart, for I was estranged from the Lord and not all set to surrender. Several years afterwards even so I repented and arrived residence to my Heavenly Father, and lots of many years right after that my Father went household to be with his Heavenly Father. At my Dad’s funeral people today from everywhere were coming up to me carrying their crimson marbles, some ended up created into earrings, some into pendants, and some into tie tacks, some just combined in their transform. They all instructed the similar tale, your Father gave me this purple marble and as a result of it I gave my coronary heart and lifetime to Jesus Christ. A checklist was identified in his data of all the purple marbles he had bought and presented absent it totaled 10,000. A crystal bowl sat by his casket full of pink marbles and all ended up invited to take freely. As I mentioned farewell to my earthly Father, my Heavenly Father spoke into my coronary heart. He explained, “Your Dad was not in a position to go away you an earthly inheritance, but what he still left you funds cannot acquire. He left you an eternal inheritance. He left you the legacy of the Crimson Marble.”
So numerous individuals experienced tales to convey to of my Dad and his Crimson Marbles. A couple months just after Dad’s loss of life I been given a letter from my niece, his granddaughter. She was in faculty and it go through like this…”Right here is a duplicate of a poem that I wrote about Granddaddy McDonald proper just after he died. I wrote this for English course. The instructor picked this to be revealed in a literary journal at the university. I assumed you could possibly want a duplicate.
Crimson MARBLES
Composed by Religion McDonald
They had been intended to remind us to pray for him.
Don’t overlook ol’grampa. Shorter talks say he loves you.
Obtaining a person although hunting for a missing jewel reminds you of your time.
Countless numbers experienced them, but none like mine.
Straight from the arms of the man who beloved so substantially.
The length concerning us induced us to ignore.
He normally expressed his enjoy for me.
My disappointment soon adopted regret for misplaced get in touch with.
“Pray for me” finished the call.
The dangle up activated memories we had.
Instantly illness arrived. Quicker and faster.
The day arrived. The simply call came. He cherished so substantially.
Wonderful sights, liked kinds, and wonderful health await.