Thanks Charlotte and Ginger for once again hosting these awesome Spiritual Sundays
"Bring me the two most precious things in the city," said God to one of His Angels; and the Angel brought Him the leaden heart and the dead bird.You have rightly chosen," said God, "for in my garden of Paradise this little bird shall sing for evermore, and in my city of gold the Happy Prince shall praise me." Oscar Wilde
When my girls were little I used to tell them the story - The Happy Prince by Oscar Wilde. They listened wide-eyed as I told them about the little swallow who stopped to rest at the foot of the statue of the Happy Prince. And how the Happy Prince convinced the little bird to take pieces of him - the diamonds, saphires, gold that he was made of....and fly it to the townspeople who needed help.
The swallow agreed the first time, then a second, and so on....all the time telling the Prince he had to leave very soon to fly south before the cold set in.
But the Prince kept asking the bird, to help just one more person....until the prince had given all the pieces of himself to others who were hurting....so they could be free.
The more the swallow came to know the Prince's heart....and the needs of the people....the more he he chose to be the messager for the happy prince. With each act of giving....the little bird knew...like the Happy Prince...he would stay....and give his life.
When I finished the story....my girls and I would cry. I think because that kind of love, that kind of sacrifice touched a cord in our hearts.
Whatever I have....whatever I am....I want to give. For me....He is the Happy Prince who touched me....changed me...I want to be like that swallow....His messanger....giving my all so others can be free too.
We are the ones who make a brighter day...so let's start giving....