Old Barn and Old People
A stranger came by the other day with an offer that set me
to thinking. He wanted to buy the old barn that sits out by
the highway. I told him right off he was crazy. He was a city
type, you could tell by his clothes, his car, his hands, and
the way he talked. He said he was driving by and saw that
beautiful barn sitting out in the tall grass and wanted to
know if it was for sale. I told him he had a funny idea of
Sure, it was a handsome building in its day. But then, there's
been a lot of winters pass with their snow and ice and howling
wind. The summer sun's beat down on that old barn 'til all the
paint's gone, and the wood has turned silver gray. Now the old
building leans a good deal, looking kind of tired. Yet, that
fellow called it beautiful.
That set me to thinking. I walked out to the field and just
stood there, gazing at that old barn. The stranger said he
planned to use the lumber to line the walls of his den in a
new country home he's building down the road. He said you
couldn't get paint that beautiful. Only years of standing
in the weather, bearing the storms and scorching sun, only
that can produce beautiful barn wood.
It came to me then. We're a lot like that, you and I. Only
it's on the inside that the beauty grows with us. Sure we
turn silver, gray too...
And lean a bit more than we did when we were young and full
of sap. But the Good Lord knows what He's doing. And as the
years pass He's busy using the hard weather of our lives, the
dry spells and the stormy seasons to do a job of beautifying
our souls that nothing else can produce. And to think how often
folks holler because they want life easy!
They took the old barn down today and hauled it away to beautify
a rich man's house. And I reckon someday you and I'll be hauled
off to Heaven to take on whatever chores the Good Lord has for
us on the Great Sky Ranch.
And I suspect we'll be more beautiful then for the seasons
we've been through here...
And just maybe even add a bit of beauty to our Father's house.
May there be peace within you today. May you trust God that
you are exactly where you are meant to be. 'I believe that
friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our
wings have trouble remembering how to fly.
It came to me then. We're a lot like that, you and I. Only
it's on the inside that the beauty grows with us. Sure we
turn silver, gray too...
And lean a bit more than we did when we were young and
full of sap.
They took the old barn down today and hauled it away to
beautify a rich man's house.
 
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