a wise friends story

there is a story about a man who lived in a dark house and all he did was stroke his brooch. he loved the brooch as it hung around his neck. it was cold and smooth and he loved it. people would tell him to look at it, to see what it was but he never did. one day, he had a guest visiting who opened the living room curtain, in order to lighten up that mans dark house. the light fell across the mans face, and he continued to stroke his prized brooch. he then lifted it from his chest into the light, expecting to its beauty and glory. but as it broke into the sunshine filtering through the opened window, sometime completely different.

a cockroach, huge and ugly, was in the palm of his hand. in disgust, the smooth and shiny shell was torn from his neck and thrown across the room, til it disappeared into the shadows. everything he once enjoyed about it, that he prided in and took joy in, that brought joy to the man, now brought vile from his stomach.

moral: sometimes, we hang on to somethings (sin) until we see how ugly and horrible they really are.

there is beauty.
if you are willing to step into the light.