As I was writing in my journal two nights ago, I thought about the topic of our worthiness to Christ. To us, we seem completely and utterly unworthy of everything we have to offer. But in His eyes, we are more precious than the rarest gems. I began writing this story to capture what our value is in God’s eyes, and decided to share it on here!
Here I am in a crowded city. It is night, and I cannot see the stars. They tell me the jeweler who made the stars only lets those worthy enough see the stars. The people around me are the ones who make the city bright and loud. They call me and coax me futher down into the depths of the city where I cannot see the stars. They hand me a glass with sparkling liquid. It looks like the stars! Maybe this will make me seem more worthy for the jeweler. The more I drink the more stars appear in my eyes and the more my body seems to float. Am I floating to the sky?
But something is wrong. People are laughing at me, pointing fingers. Someone hands me a cigarette. Everyone else is doing it; will this make me more worthy? My body begins to do things I cannot control, and suddenly, I have gone too far down into the city to see the sky and all I hear are voices and flashing lights. All around me I hear shouts of people offering things they say are better than the stars, but no one here knows what the jeweler has made, so know one knows what is better. I desperately try to climb from the depths, but my body is broken from all I have done in the city to try to see the stars when there was not even a sky.
My head is filled with smoke and my body is full of poison, but I must find the ladder to the sky. I stumble over people looking for a way to see the stars too. I try to tell them to follow me, but they are lost to the inviting darkness of the city where no one can see the effect of their fallen choices. I see the ladder, I see it so close, and it is made of gold. How did I find it? I step on it and it turns black, it starts to turn to dust beneath my step. I am going to fall and perish when all I wanted to do was see the stars. The city lights hide them from my view and all I want to do is see the stars. The ladder starts to turn into gold once more, and in my confusion, my tears cover the step that supports my frame once more. I look up and I see Him.
I see the Jeweler.
I meet His eyes and I am at once in His arms. I am not worthy; He is going to take me back to the dark depths of the city. My tears rain down my face as I now feel the soft of His hand wipe them away. I bury my face into His chest and weep in pain. The Jeweler is comforting me, and I am filthy. He makes the stars and I am full of broken bits of soul and a heart that is black from the city. I tell Him this and he caresses my face as a precious jewel He just found amongst the dirt.
“My beloved, your love is no less worthy, you believed, my beloved. The darkness did not satisfy you. You knew your worth long before you were aware of it. Your worth is in I, the Jeweler of the stars.”
I looked at His radiance perplexed; for all along I thought the stars were the reason to sing. He gently laughs and turns just so. I see a thousand stars twinkling in the glorious sky. But as I look closer, I see people just like me, laughing and rejoicing. I meet the eyes of the Jeweler once more.
“Your worth is not in the stars because you are a star. I have made you a star for I know your worth. Your worth in the city was not enough to see the stars, but I say your worth is enough to be a star, and live among them forever.” I look down and the smoke has cleared from my head. The poison is gone from my body and all I see is light. And when I meet the Jeweler’s eyes once more, He is no longer a Jeweler.
He is my maker.
