Spencer Spaghettoid was a grump. A skinny, long-limbed, grouchy, mean-spirited grump. His sister, Sally Spaghettoid, was not a grump. Her ravioli face and peppercorn eyes shone with love for all those around her.
“I’ve got a book for you.” she told Spencer one evening. “The story of The Father and His son who died to save us from sin.”
Sally walked over to his side. “You’re not happy, Spencer. Give The Father a chance to change your life.”
“I’ll leave it next to your bed. I love you, Spencer.”
A few hours later, Spencer woke from a deep sleep. Something was shining in his room, a towering angel who pulsed with streams of light and glory. “We’re going to play a game, Spencer.”
Spencer pulled the blankets over his head but the angel hauled him out and stood him on the floor. “We’re going to play Hide and Seek. There’s something in that book that you need to hide.”
With trembling spaghetti fingers, Spencer reached over and picked up the book Sally had left by his bed. The cover was black with a gold inscription. The Bible. Inside was a box of pearls, creamy, smooth and translucent.
“You must take these pearls and go on a journey to hide them in your heart.”
The angel dissolved into sparkles of light and Spencer was left standing on a path with the pearls in his hands. These must be worth a fortune, he murmured to himself. I’ll hide them and come back for them later. I’ll never have to do another day’s work.
And so the journey began; a trek across fields and plains and rivers and mountains. Spencer grumped at the Spaghettoids he passed on the way. “Get lost.” He snarled at a macaroni youngster who asked him for a drink of water. “Not my problem.” He growled at an elderly fettuccine who asked for help to push his car out of a ditch.
Eventually, after many hours of travel, he found the perfect spot to hide the pearls. A field of soft brown earth surrounded by forests of thick pine. The angel reappeared as he started digging.
“You’ve chosen well.” he said. “This is indeed the soil of your heart, softened by your sister’s prayers.”
Spencer snorted as he dug a deep hole. “I don’t believe in prayer.”
The next morning, Spencer woke with one thing on his mind. I need to go and find the pearls. He could still see their creamy lustre and unblemished contours, the light that seemed to radiate from within. The only problem was he didn’t know where to find the path. After pacing his room for a few minutes, he noticed a letter taped to the Bible. The path that leads to the pearls is inside this book.
That day Spencer started reading the Bible. He read day and night, week after week, seeking the hidden pearls. He didn’t find them but read wonderful stories about The Father and His son, Jesus. He read about love and mercy and caring for others.
After many moons had passed, he knelt next to his bed and prayed. “Father, I hid those pearls where no one could see them but I want to go and find them. I was selfish and greedy but now I want to share their beauty with others.”
Suddenly, he was back on the path and once again, there were many Spaghettoids along the way. “Let’s go down to the river.” he suggested to a macaroni youngster who asked him for a drink of water. “Of course I’ll help.” he said to a grandpa fettuccine who asked for help to push his car out of a ditch.
Finally, he threaded his way through pine forests to the field of his heart. “What’s happened?” he cried. The field was no longer brown, but thickly covered with blossoms. Blood red, butter yellow and purple velvet blooms nodded in the breeze, each with a glistening pearl at their heart.
Warmth flooded his soul as the angel appeared next to him. “The word of The Father has changed you, Spencer. You hid His word in your heart and now you’ve found joy and love and peace. Take these flowers and give them freely to those around you.
So Spencer cut armfuls of blossoms and day after day, shared them with every Spaghettoid he met. Sally, of course, received an extra special bouquet...and Spencer was never known as a grump again.
Psalm 119:11 (New International Version)
I have hidden your word in my heart that I might not sin against you.
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