Posted by: AJ the Irish Lass | June 26, 2007

Quilt of Holes

Quilt of Holes

As I faced my Maker at the last judgment, I knelt before the Lord 
along with all the other souls.  Before each of us laid our lives 
like the squares of a quilt in many piles; an angel sat before each 
of us sewing our quilt squares together into a tapestry that is our

But as my angel took each piece of cloth off the pile, I noticed how 
ragged and empty each of my squares was.  They were filled with giant 
holes.  Each square was labeled with a part of my life that had been 
difficult, the challenges and temptations I was faced with in every 
day life.  I saw hardships that I endured, which were the largest 
holes of all.

I glanced around me. Nobody else had such squares.  Other than a tiny 
hole here and there, the other tapestries were filled with rich color 
and the bright hues of worldly fortune.  I gazed upon my own life and 
was disheartened.  My angel was sewing the ragged pieces of cloth 
together, threadbare and empty, like binding air.

Finally the time came when each life was to be displayed, held up to 
the light, the scrutiny of truth.  The others rose; each in turn, 
holding up their tapestries.  So filled their lives had been.  My 
angel looked upon me, and nodded for me to rise.

My gaze dropped to the ground in shame.  I hadn't had all the earthly 
fortunes.  I had love in my life, and laughter.  But there had also 
been trials of illness, and wealth, and false accusations that took 
from me my world, as I knew it.  I had to start over many times.  I 
often struggled with the temptation to quit, only to somehow muster 
the strength to pick up and begin again.  I spent many nights on my 
knees in prayer, asking for help and guidance in my life.  I had 
often been held up to ridicule, which I endured painfully, each time 
offering it up to the Father in hopes that I would not melt within my 
skin beneath the judgmental gaze of those who unfairly judged 
me.  And now, I had to face the truth. My life was what it was, and I 
had to accept it for what it was.

I rose and slowly lifted the combined squares of my life to the 
light. An awe-filled gasp filled the air. I gazed around at the 
others who stared at me with wide eyes. Then, I looked upon the 
tapestry before me.  Light flooded the many holes, creating an image, 
the face of Christ.  Then our Lord stood before me, with warmth and 
love in His eyes.  He said, "Every time you gave over your life to 
Me, it became My life, My hardships, and My struggles.  Each point of 
light in your life is when you stepped aside and let Me shine 
through, until there was more of Me than there was of you."

May all our quilts be threadbare and worn, allowing Christ to shine
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