The Matchless Pearl

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"For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that
whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life."

John 3:16 KJV

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David Morse - an American missionary to India - became great friends there
with the pearl-diver, Rambhau. Many an evening he spent in Rambhau's cabin
reading to him from the Bible, and explaining to him God's way of salvation.

Rambhau enjoyed listening to the Word of God, but whenever the missionary
tried to get Rambhau to accept Christ as his Savior - he would shake his head
and reply, "Your Christian way to heaven is too easy for me! I cannot accept
it. If ever I should find admittance to heaven in that manner, I would feel
like a pauper a beggar who has been let in out of pity. I may
be proud - but I want to deserve, I want to earn my place in heaven - and
so I am going to work for it."

Nothing the missionary could say seemed to have any effect on Rambhau's
decision, and so quite a few years slipped by. One evening, however, the
missionary heard a knock on his door, and on going to open it he found
Rambhau there.

"Come in, dear friend," said Morse.

"No," said the pearl-diver. "I want you to come with me to my house, Sahib,
for a short time -- I have something to show you. Please do not say 'No'."

"Of course I'll come," replied the missionary. As they neared his house,
Rambhau said: "In a week's time I start working for my place in heaven; I
am leaving for Delhi -- and I am going there on my knees."

"Man, you are crazy! It's nine hundred miles to Delhi, and the skin will
break on your knees, and you will have blood-poisoning or leprosy before
you get to Bombay."

"No, I must get to Delhi," affirmed Rambhau, "and the immortals will reward
me for it! The suffering will be sweet - for it will purchase heaven for me!"

"Rambhau, my friend - you can't. How can I bear you to do it - when Jesus
Christ has suffered and died to purchase heaven for you!"

But the old man could not be moved. "You are my dearest friend on earth,
Sahib Morse. Through all these years you have stood by me in sickness, in
want - you have been sometimes my only friend. But even you cannot turn me
from my desire to purchase eternal bliss...I must go to Delhi!"

Inside the hut Morse was seated in the very chair Rambhau had specially
built for him - where on so many occasions he had read to him the Bible.

Rambhau left the room to return soon with a small but heavy English strongbox.
"I have had this box for years," said he, "and I keep only one thing in it.
Now I will tell you about it, Sahib Morse. I once had a son..."

"A son! Why, Rambhau, you have never before said a word about him!"

"No, Sahib, I couldn't." Even as he spoke the diver's eyes were moistened.

"Now I must tell you, for soon I will leave, and who knows whether I shall
ever return? My son was a diver too. He was the best pearl diver on the
coasts of India. He had the swiftest dive, the keenest eye, the strongest
arm, the longest breath of any man who ever sought for pearls.

What joy he brought to me! Most pearls, as you know, have some defect or
blemish only the expert can discern, but my boy always dreamed of finding the
'perfect' pearl - one beyond all that was ever found. One day he found it!
But even when he saw it - he had been under water too long... That pearl
cost him his life, for he died soon after."

The old pearl diver bowed his head. For a moment his whole body shook, but
there was no sound. "All these years," he continued, "I have kept this pearl,
but now I am going, not to return, and to you, my best friend, I am giving my pearl."

The old man worked the combination on the strongbox and drew from it a
carefully wrapped package. Gently opening the cotton, he picked up a
mammoth pearl and placed it in the hand of the missionary.

It was one of the largest pearls ever found off the coast of India, and
glowed with a luster and brilliance never seen in cultured pearls. It would
have brought a fabulous sum in any market.

For a moment the missionary was speechless and gazed with awe. "Rambhau!
What a pearl!"

"That pearl, Sahib, is perfect," replied the Indian quietly. The missionary
looked up quickly with a new thought: Was not this the very opportunity and
occasion he had prayed for - to make Rambhau understand the value of Christ's
sacrifice? So he said, designedly, "Rambhau, this is a wonderful pearl, an
amazing pearl. Let me buy it. I would give you ten thousand dollars for it."

"Sahib! What do you mean?"

"Well, I will give you fifteen thousand dollars for it, or if it takes more,
I will work for it."

"Sahib," said Rambhau, stiffening his whole body, "this pearl is beyond
price. No man in all the world has money enough to pay what this pearl is
worth to me. On the market a million dollars could not buy it. I will not
sell it to you. You may only have it as a gift."

"No, Rambhau, I cannot accept that. As much as I want the pearl, I cannot
accept it that way. Perhaps I am proud, but that is too easy. I must pay for
it, or work for it..."

The old pearl-diver was stunned. "You don't understand at all, Sahib. Don't
you see. My only son gave his life to get this pearl, and I wouldn't sell it
for any money. It's worth is in the life-blood of my son. I cannot sell this,
but I can give it to you. Just accept it in token of the love I bear you."

The missionary was choked, and for a moment could not speak. Then he gripped
the hand of the old man. "Rambhau," he said in a low voice, "don't you
see? My words are just what you have been saying to God all the time."

The diver looked long and searchingly at the missionary, and slowly, slowly
he began to understand. "God is offering you salvation as a free gift," said
the missionary. "It is so great and priceless that no man on earth can buy
it. Millions of dollars are too little. No man on earth could earn it. His
life would be millions of years too short. No man is good enough to deserve
it. It cost God the life-blood of His only Son to make the entrance for you
into heaven. In a million years, in a hundred pilgrimages, you could not earn
that entrance. All you can do is to accept it as a token of God's love for
you - a sinner.

"Rambhau, of course I will accept the pearl in deep humility, praying God
that I may be worthy of your love. Rambhau, won't you accept God's great
gift of heaven, too, in deep humility, knowing it cost Him the death of His
Son to offer it to you?"

Great tears were now rolling down the cheeks of the old man. The veil was
beginning to lift. "Sahib, I see it now. I have believed in the doctrine of
Jesus for the last two years, but I could not believe that His salvation was
free. Now I understand. Some things are too priceless to be bought or
earned. Sahib, I will accept His salvation!"

~ Author Unknown ~

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"For by grace (unmerited favor) are ye saved through faith; and that not of
yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of
works, lest any man should boast."

Ephesians 2:8-9 KJV

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Are you, like Rambhau, hesitating because you cannot believe that this
gift of salvation is truly free? None of us could earn it, or deserve it.
It is offered only because the Father loves us unconditionally and wants us
to spend eternity with Him. Won't you accept His gift today?

"Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open
the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me."

Revelation 3:20 KJV

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