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Making Everything New

The old woman’s eyes filled with tears. “How…how on earth did you fix it?”

“It took some time, ma’am, but I told you it would be good as new.”

The figure was that of a young girl with bright blue eyes and shiny, delicate glass hair. The fix-it man, Kainos, remembered how the figure’s head and arm had been snapped off, and the other arm was fractured in three pieces. The hair had snapped off in several places. Kainos had painstakingly glued each broken lock of hair back into place.

The woman shook her head in amazement, paid for the fix, and added, “You work miracles, Kainos.”  Everyone knew that. Kainos was a fantastic repair man.

A few minutes later, the Master came into Kainos’ shop. He jumped to his feet, shocked and unprepared for such an esteemed guest. His shop was messy with half-finished projects lying around. The Master sensed his concern. He motioned for the tinkerer to sit.

“Hello, Kainos.”

“Good afternoon, sir.” Kainos had never seen the Master this close before; only at kingdom functions.

“What can I do for you, today, sir? My workshop is yours.”

The Master smiled. “I was hoping you’d say that. You see, I have a mission that I need you to complete for me.”

Kainos’ heart jumped.  “Me? Oh, sir, I couldn’t possibly help with a mission.”

“Your gifts are exactly what I’m looking for. I need you to be willing to give your talents to me.”

Kainos stoked his beard thoughtfully. Is that all? What does he need me for? He thought. “Why, of course.”

“Thank you, Kainos. Are you sure you’re willing for me to have your skills?” He held his hand out.

“Completely.” Kainos took the Master’s hand and shook it.

“Excellent. Please keep fixing things as you’ve been doing.”

Before Kainos knew it, the Master was out the door and gone. He was confused. That was the mission? Hadn’t he been doing that for years? He turned back to his work table, still puzzled. He reached for his nearest project, an old tarnished teapot. He rubbed his thumb over the intricate designs, and was startled. The place where his thumb touched left a clean, silver patch. He cupped the spout in his other hand, and gave it a good rub or two. A stunning white silver spout smiled back at him.

A very perplexed Kainos continued to run his hands over the teapot, and he heard the sound of flexing metal. His jaw dropped when he saw a dent that he had touched, suddenly snap outward and disappear. He touched another dent, and the same thing happened, the dip in the metal popped out, leaving no trace.

Before he knew it, what looked like a brand-new, shining silver teapot sat before him, free of any blemishes.

Kanios didn’t understand until he looked down at the back of his hand, the one he had shaken with the Master’s hand. The symbol of the kingdom was there. He had been given some kind of gift. He had to try it on something else!

Kainos spun to a broken mirror, and touched the jagged pieces. The lines began sealing themselves with a small crackling noise, and the mirror was as good as new.

He turned to other things. Watches began ticking again with a swipe of his hand. Bent spoons straightened back into shape. Nicks and dings in the doorframe of his shop were filled in as he ran his hand over it. Drinking glasses shone, holes in clothing were patched back together, and a little toy clown danced again.

Kainos couldn’t believe it. His eye fell on a small, delicate and dirty glass figure of a lamb he had found. As a test, he threw it to the ground and stomped on it a few times with his boot. The figure was crushed and some pieces were no bigger than a crumb.

The tinkerer stooped down to look at the bits of broken glass. One couldn’t tell what it was anymore.  However, he carefully ran his finger over the pile, and noticed the small chunks began to move. With an emotion akin to excitement and disbelief, he watched spellbound as the lamb began to take form again.

The bits flew into place, repairing what was virtually unfixable. Within a few seconds, the lamb was back to normal. Except that it wasn’t dirty. It was even more beautiful than before.

Laughing, Kainos held the lamb and was filled with joy. What an incredible gift he had been given! His ears perked up when he heard someone enter his shop. It was the Master.

“Sir!” He held the lamb up. “Sir, you won’t believe it! I can fix anything! I’m making everything new!” The Master smiled and didn’t seem surprised.

“You’re right, Kainos. You’re doing exactly what God does. He wanted to use you to show others what He does in their lives. He makes all things new.”

Kainos looked down at the shining lamb, and then to the eyes of the Master, which shone even brighter. He was awed by the amazing gift and mission he had been given.

For the rest of his days, Kainos’ gift was known throughout the land, and many believed in the God who can restore and redeem anything broken.

He who was seated on the throne said, “I am making everything new!” Then he said, “Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.”

Revelation 21:5 (NIV)

 

PS: The word “New” in this passage in Greek is “Kainos.” 🙂

Copyright by Molly Anderson 2012. Use by permission only.

Such a Gift as This

The arrows whizzed past Oriah’s head as she dropped to the grass.

That was close, she thought. Her group was under attack from a rogue band of rebels, well-trained rebels. Her band couldn’t flee. They had to fight. Oriah was decent with a sword, but she decided to stay away from the front lines.

She slipped behind a tree and nearly stumbled over a prone form. She was shocked, it was one of the soldiers from her party. He had a bad gash over his heart; it wasn’t deep, but an inky substance coated the inside of his wound. The enemy had been known to use poisoned arrows and blades.

The fallen soldier was half-conscious and having difficulty breathing. He seemed to be in a great deal of pain.

Oriah knew some skilled healers back at the camp. They could instantly fix this wound. But with this skirmish going on, her voice couldn’t reach her comrades. And she wasn’t strong enough to lug the solider back with his armor. They were stuck.

The soldier coughed violently and was losing strength. He wouldn’t last long. Oriah began to panic. This man needed help, and soon!

She gingerly placed her hand over his chest wound. But she couldn’t help him. Oh, Lord, she prayed. Why couldn’t You have given me the gift of healing? I can sing well, but that will not help! 

The thought to sing anyway crossed her mind. A sense of peace washed over her, and she complied. In a low, soothing melody, she sang a song of hope.

Take courage, O man. Your help is not far.

The God of the world, yes, He’s on our side.

Don’t let your heart trouble, don’t let it scar

with worry and fear. Go rise up and ride, for He is near.

Oriah glanced at the soldier’s wound, and to her amazement, the black substance dissolved. The man’s face eased, and he was at peace. Oriah looked up and noticed the enemy had been pushed back. Her brother, Oriad, was bounding toward her, sword in hand. “You okay, sis?”

Oriah pointed, “I am, but he’s not!”

Soon, the solider was whisked away and placed into caring hands.

*  *  *

Later, Oriah made her way down the white hallway, looking for the right room. She rounded a corner and found it. In a bed and upright was the man she had sung to. His green eyes were open and lively. A nurse was beside the bed. Oriah breathed a sigh of relief.

“Oh, I’m so glad to see you’re all right.”

At the sound of her voice, the man recognized her. “Oh my! You’re that angel who rescued me on the battlefield, aren’t you?”

She chuckled. “Well, sorta, I didn’t really save you.”

The nurse stood, “actually, you did save this man’s life.” Oriah was surprised, “what?” The nurse gestured to the man’s bandaged chest. “The poison wasn’t normal, it didn’t attack the body, it attacked the mind. It tried to drain hope from him. But, luckily you were there to sing to him.”

Oriah shook her head. “I don’t understand.”

The man spoke up. “The nurses told me that if I had been healed with the poison still inside, I certainly would have been killed. But during my mental struggle, your song gave me courage and I had hope. Thank you, your gift was exactly what I needed.”

 

Who knows? Maybe you were made queen for just such a time as this.

Esther 4:14 (MSG)

All these [gifts] are the work of one and the same Spirit, and he distributes them to each one, just as he determines.

1 Corinthians 12:11 (NIV) 

Copyright 2011 by Molly Anderson. Use by permission only.

Lose Your Gifts

Their talents were truly remarkable.

The twins had a natural ability to create the most beautiful music. Oriah was able to hear a song once, and then she could sing it perfectly with gentle vibrato. Her slightly older brother, Oriad, was a virtuoso at playing any instrument.  He practically mastered whatever he picked up. The notes he could coax from them would ring so resonantly that few could listen without feeling deeply moved.

When they played together, Oriah’s voice of an angel mixed with Oriad’s heavenly music, inspired listeners and they said could almost feel God smiling and enjoying the beauty along with them. The twins sang and played to His glory and it was said there were no finer musicians in the kingdom.

One day, the Master came to them with a smile. “You two have incredible gifts from God and I have seen the honor you give Him though your gifts.”  The twins smiled and thanked the Master.

But then the Master continued, “However, to truly honor Him to the highest potential, you must lose your gifts.”

The smiles vanished. Oriah’s silvery voice spoke up. “Lose our gifts? How?”

“You must give them to God. Give your talents completely to Him.”

Oriad’s brow knotted. “Would we ever see them again?”

The Master shook his head. “No, no you would not. You two would never be able to sing and play the way you do now.”

Oriah said, “Master, I am disheartened to hear that, and also confused. Why would God want us to give  away our gifts when we are already serving Him so well?”

“I’m afraid I can’t answer that. But know that it would please your heavenly Father greatly if you did this.”

The twins took this message home and thought about it, prayed about it, and struggled with it. They loved their gifts; why would God ask them to give them away? By the end of the week, they had an answer.

“We will fully give God our talents.”

And they did. Once they prayed for God to take their gifts, it was true they couldn’t sing and play the way they used to…they found something else. They found that after they had prayed this prayer, God had blessed them with even better gifts!

Oriah’s voice changed. To her great surprise, she could harmonize by herself. In fact, she could sing a four-part song alone. Her voice was so rich and soothing, that anyone who heard it stopped what they were doing and began to listen, entranced by the lovely singing.

Oriad received a small lyre to play, but it was no ordinary instrument. Whatever sound he desired to play would come from the strings as he plucked. He could have it sound like a violin, a trumpet, a harp, or anything else. Audiences who heard him play were just dumbstruck and in awe of his skills and the lyre.

When they combined their talents, listeners were enthralled. Many tears of gratefulness and wonder were shed due to the majesty and incredible beauty of their God-given music.

Oriah and Oriad sang and played to the rest of their days, worshiping and praising God for His mighty and mysterious ways.

Whoever finds their life will lose it, and whoever loses their life for my sake will find it.

Matthew 10:39 (NIV)

Copyright 2011 by Molly Anderson. Use by permission only.

Valor or Virtue?

(For this week, enjoy a homemade story :-))

The Master watched pensively as the new recruit, Derrik, took his mark. He was skilled with a sword in battle and had just moved to their village. He had been accepted by the regime. But the Commander noticed a few old habits Derrik still held.

After Derrik’s impressive mock fight with a few trainers, the Commander called him over. “Yes, my lord.” Derrik’s brown-haired head dipped in respect.

“Derrik, your strength and skill in combat is supreme. I commend you. However, there is one aspect I must address.”Derrik lifted his eyes, “I am eager to learn.”

The Master motioned with a slight smile and said, “You may want to have a seat, this teaching method is a little different.” The knight complied and slid to his knees, his armor clanking, and his wide sword across his lap. The Master cleared his throat and began.

“There once was an incredible city. Its majesty was known throughout the land. It had elegant gardens, extensive libraries, and breath-taking palaces. The city was complex and fascinating. The king of the country was so pleased with this city that he posted soldiers outside its walls to protect and serve it.

“But tragically, some of the soldiers ignored their orders. They abandoned the city and cared nothing of its needs. Instead, they went on quests for their own valor. The city suffered quite greatly. ”

Derrik nodded, “That’s a shame, sir.”

The Master’s eyes grew sad, “Yes, this happened within our own borders.”

“What?” Derrik’s hands turned into gloved fists. “It really happened? Those traitors!” He spat, “Those soldiers deserve to die! No one should get away with disobeying an order!”

The Master leaned forward with a pointed finger. “Derrik, you are one of those soldiers.”

That stopped him. “What?”

“You were commanded to protect and serve something, and you dishonored my wishes.”

Derrik was shocked, “Forgive me, but what have I done to displease you?”

Suddenly, a young male servant came up to the kneeling solider, interrupting the lesson and informing the knight he was needed in the training fields. Derrik shot the boy an irritated look. “Can’t you see I’m talking with the Master? Do not bother me!”

The servant winced and uttered a hurried apology as he left. The Master sighed, “See, that is what you’ve done to displease me.”

Derrik was shocked again. “Surely you jest, sir! He is a lowly servant boy.” The Master’s eyes grew warmer. “To me, he is not merely a servant boy. He is my beloved child, as are you.

“You have a brave spirit and are willing to go to the ends of the world for the sake of the kingdom. But when it comes to loving the individual, you have displeased me.

“Valor is an easy thing to fight for. Virtue in humble things is a challenge.”

If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.

1 Corinthians 13:1-3 (NIV)

Copyright 2011 by Molly Anderson. Use by permission only.

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