Jack's Lily
A barking dog in the distance brought Jack
out of his sleep and back into
consciousness. He lay in the prison cell
and curses the emptiness, the loneliness,
the blackness around him. Morning was about
to dawn, ushering in the anniversary of
Lily's first visit. Lily had been all
that mattered to him in the world. From the
day when she was born, she was fragile and
sweet like the morning breeze blowing
through the filed of lilies. No other name
would have done her justice. But Lily never
had a chance. When she was two, her mother
walked out, announcing that she did not
want to be tied down to a crippled child.
Jack wiped the cold sweat from his brow.
Hatred and self pity overcame him out of
the depth of his conscience. He never knew
where his wife went, but his life hit a
downward path--- too much drinking and
gambling, too many fights. He recalled with
an oath that the last fight over a game of
cards when tempers and blood ran hot
together. He was doing time now on a
manslaughter conviction.
Lily had lived out her days in a crippled
children's home. She never walked in
her five short years of life. The only kind
spot in Jack's heart was for the nice
elderly couple who had cared for Lily in
the home. Jack stared at the ceiling
remembering every detail of Lily's
last visit. Her yellow straw bonnet stuck
up just right on top of her yellow curls,
making a frame for her doll-like face.
Eyes, blue like sapphires, flashed at him
behind the wire screen that separated them
in the visiting room. Both dimples showed
when she smiled. A dress of yellow ruffles
and ribbons hid the thinness of her body
and made her look every inch of living Lily
that she was.
Jack sat up, cringing at the memory of the
spotted lily his own Lily had brought him.
She had hugged the clay pot before she let
go of it. Then she said, "Daddy, this
is me. I am going to be with you all the
time. Every time you see this lily think of
me, for I am your Lily!"
Lily soon had to wave goodbye, but the
blooming lily remained to brightened his
world of gloom, filling his cell with the
slightest suggestion of perfume, so light,
so alive, so pure! Not even the foul prison
air stifled it! A thousand times a day Jack
had stared at the blossom, looking though
misty eyes in to the face of Lily,
"Daddy, this is me," the silent
blossom cried into his heart. Tender care
kept the plant alive. Jack dreamed of the
day when he would walk from this prison a
free man. He would take her away, down
south where the sunshine would bring color
to her cheeks and a smile to her face.
However, one night Jack's world caved
in. The chaplain had tried to soften the
shock with words of hope, but it was no
use. Lily was dead. Pneumonia. Jack folded
the telegram and stalked out of the
chaplains office with head held low. From
that night on he was like a man walking in
his sleep. Nothing had mattered and more.
Nothing.
The next day, as he moved the fading plant
to a sunny spot, his hands trembled and he
dropped it. The stem snapped as the pot
smashed into pieces on the cement floor.
Jack was stunned--- too stunned to move for
along time. Then, dropping to his knees,he
gathered the fragments of clay, earth, and
plant and molded them into a mound in the
corner of his cell. Lily was dead--- the
mound of dirt was her grave. "daddy,
this is me." Jack turned away. He
could not endure the sight of her lonely
grave.
A buzzer brought Jack out of his memories
and to his feet. Lights blinked on as he
listened to a shuffle of feet. Then he
remembered. There was going to be a sunrise
service in the chapel. It was still dark.
No service for him he thought. Never! Lily
was dead and with her had died all his
hopes and dreams.. There was only one thing
left for him to do and that was to hang
himself. As he walked toward the window
Jack glanced down and froze in his tracks.
The lily, which had lain in its grave for a
year, had burst into life! A lily blossom
stood in triumph on the dirt tomb.
"THIS IS ME, DADDY, THIS IS ME!"
The words rang like a silver bell in
Jack's heart. He bowed his head as hot
tears rolled down his face and dropped to
the floor.
Jack found a seat in the chapel just as the
chaplain rose from behind a bank of lilies,
opened his Bible and began to read,
"Jesus is the resurrection and the
life: he that believeth in me, though he
were dead, yet shall he live. And whoever
lives and believeth in Me shall never die.
Believest thou this"" John
11:25,26
Jack leaned forward. He did not know the
Bible said this. In fact, he never read the
Bible. The chaplain explained the way to
receive forgiveness of sins. Suddenly Jack
felt his sins heavy as mountains weighing
down upon him. Would God forgive him?
"While we were yet sinners Christ died
for us." Romans 5:8, explained the
chaplain. Jack fell on his knees in earnest
prayer and confessed his sins to God and
trusting the Lord Jesus Christ who died for
him. Romans 10:9 When he rose to his feet,
he knew his load of sin and guilt was all
gone! He was forgiven! He was filled with
peace and joy!
Later tears of joy filled his eyes as he
knelt to pray beside the blooming lily in
his cell. Someday he would meet Lily in
Heaven. Jack was not alone now. He felt the
sweet presence of his Savior who promises
to "never leave you nor forsake
you" Hebrews 13:5.
Author Unknown
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