THE MAKER WEPT

                                                    

                                                       

THE MAKER WEPT

Gloria Phifer

     The alabaster halls were filled with activity, as each Gift of Joy was presented to

The Maker before delivery.

     Reviewing His craftsmanship, the Maker displayed His pleasure, as He

Bestowed His personal seal.  With each Bundle He placed a document, which

read as follows:

     "Greetings from the Maker of all good and perfect gifts:

     Please find enwrapped an endowment of immeasurable value…a Gift of Joy!

It is rare and unique: never to be produced again.

     Great responsibility and pleasure are extended toward you in the care, handling

and maturity of this Gift.

     In the measure of time this Bundle will produce abilities and qualities that are to

Be used for the Makers glory.

     From this Gift, an inheritance of great bounty will be brought forth for generations to come"

     Each Bundle was wrapped with love and sped to its destination. Many were received with thankfulness…but not so with others…

     Crying messengers filled the alabaster halls bearing their grievous news to the Maker of all:

     "Sir, we come with sorrowful tidings.  Millions of the Gifts of Joy have been rejected and returned unopened.  To make matters worse, they have been ill-treated, abused and destroyed."

     The Maker rose from His regal throne and descended to the Gate of Receiving.

Bending over, He tenderly touched the crushed, torn and broken bundles.  Their joy, uniqueness and promise would be forever unknown.

                            All was silent…The Maker wept!