[Here is a wonderful story as retold by en extraordinary storyteller and author Megan McKenna. With the brutal crucifixion and horrible death of Jesus on the Friday we now call “Good,” it must have seemed that Satan and the powers of sin, death, and darkness had triumphed. God had better ideas. God knows what it is like to be broken-hearted. God also knows what to do about it.]
Once upon a time there was a king who ruled a small kingdom.
It wasn’t great, and it wasn’t really known for its resources or people.
But the king did have a diamond, a great perfect diamond
that had been in the family for generations.
He kept it on display for all to see and appreciate.
People came from all over the country to admire and gaze at it.
Word of it spread to neighboring countries,
and more people came to look at it.
Soon the people felt the diamond was theirs;
it gave them a sense of pride, of dignity, of worth.
One day a soldier came to the king with news that,
although no one had touched the diamond,
for it was guarded night and day, the diamond was cracked.
The king ran to seem and sure enough
there was a crack right through the middle of the diamond.
Immediately the king summoned all the jewelers of the land
and had them look at the diamond.
One after another they examined it
and gave the bad news to the king:
the diamond was irredeemably flawed.
The king was crushed, as were the people.
Somehow they felt they had lost everything.
Then out of nowhere came an old man who
claimed to be a jeweler. He asked to see the diamond.
After examining it, he looked up and confidently told the king,
‘I can fix it. In fact, I can make it better than it was before.’
The king was shocked and a bit leery. But the old man said,
‘Give me the jewel, and in a week I’ll bring it back fixed.’
Now, the king was not about to let the stone out of his sight,
even if it was ruined, so he gave the old man a room,
all the tools and food and drink he needed, and he waited.
The whole kingdom waited. It was a long week.
At the end of the week the old man
appeared with the stone in his hand and gave it to the king.
The king couldn’t believe his eyes. It was magnificent.
The old man had fixed it, and he had made it even better than it was before!
He had used the crack that ran through the middle of the stone as a stem
and carved an intricate, full-blown rose, leaves, and thorns into the diamond.
It was exquisite.
The king was overjoyed and offered the old man half of his kingdom.
He had taken something beautiful and once perfect and improved upon it!
But the old man refused in front of everyone, saying,
“I didn’t do that at all.
What I did was to take something flawed and cracked at its heart
and turn it into something beautiful.”
— Megan McKenna in Send My Roots Rain: A Spirituality of Justice and Mercy