A Christian Short Story From Matney Woodard
Heaven's Art Gallery
An original Christian short story about transforming life into a masterpiece worthy of display in Heaven's Art Gallery.
Heaven’s Art Gallery
By Harrison Woodard
"I wish to express how the short story of "Heaven's Art Gallery" has touched many hearts from Lighthouse Christian Center, a school with about 50 students and homeschoolers. One of the students, my son, Joel Andrus a senior, used this story at a chapel service. I don't think there was a dry eye anywhere.
Thank you, for I believe it touched my son's life and others in such a positive way for now and eternity."
Glenda Andrus
Lighthouse Christian Center, MiIlford, Delaware
Joan Gibertini
First Presbyterian Church, Pasadena, Texas
One
night I dreamed I was standing with Jesus in front of a beautiful museum in
heaven.
“Let’s
go inside,” said Jesus. “I want to show you something.”
Adorning
the walls were paintings, all masterpieces. Jesus explained that each one
represents one human life. Every painting in the museum was abounding with love,
grace, peace and passion. I was overwhelmed with joy as I gazed at each one.
They all moved me deeply and I was aware of everything lacking in my life.
I asked Jesus, “Who could paint such things of beauty? Did you or the angels make these? Surely, no
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human could create such
perfection.”
Jesus
smiled, “These were all created by God’s children.”
“But
how?” I asked. “It just isn’t possible.”
“With
God’s help, anything is possible,” said Jesus. “Ordinary people who
submitted their will to me created them. Whenever a heart is truly given to me
in every way, that person’s life will become a masterpiece. Pride,
selfishness, fear, greed, doubt, and unbelief will corrupt their painting. But
someone who loves me with all of his or her spirit, mind and body will live a
life worthy of display.”
We
walked around the gallery admiring all the lives portrayed. After a while, Jesus
said that was all there was to see here.
But
I protested, “Surely there is more to see Lord. For you’ve shown me only a
few.”
Jesus
said, “Yes, there is more.”
He
led me to the back of the museum and out into a massive warehouse. Stacked on
pallets and laying in heaps on the floor were millions of paintings. I looked at
a few and was disappointed. They were so poorly done. Some were torn, some were
patched, and still others lay unfinished.
“What
is this Lord?” I asked. “Surely these don’t belong here?”
“Yes
my son, they do,” said Jesus. “For each one represents a precious life in
progress.”
“But
they are such pitiful paintings. Hardly worthy of a museum like this,” I
argued.
“Yes,
you are correct they are not worthy,” explained Jesus. “But my Father is
very patient. Each person’s life has a chance to become a masterpiece. All
these people as long as they live, can still see their life displayed in
heaven’s art gallery.”
“How
can this be?” I asked. “Surely not through their own efforts.”
“No,
they will never do it on their own. They need only ask me and I will help,”
said Jesus.
I
timidly asked, “What will happen if they never ask?”
We
walked to the very back of the warehouse and Jesus opened the doors. Off in the
distance I saw stacks and stacks of paintings burning in massive piles. I turned
to Jesus and there were tears on his cheek.
“All
these tried it on their own. Actors & athletes, businessmen & butchers,
executives & educators, preachers & politicians, moms & dads, rich
& poor, foolish & wise – they are all here. As long as people keep
trying under their own strength they will never be good enough. And their canvas will be thrown into the fire – never to be admired. What a terrible
waste,” sighed Jesus.
I
wept with him. It was such a tragic site.
Jesus
closed the doors and we walked back into the warehouse.
I
asked, “Lord is there hope for me?”
Jesus
smiled, “Yes! Follow me.”
We
walked into a small room that was empty except for a blank canvas sitting on an
easel.
“What
is this?” I asked.
“This
canvas represents your life after it has been washed cleaned with my blood,”
said Jesus.
I
marveled at how beautiful it was. There was not one blemish or imperfection
anywhere on my canvas. Jesus handed me a brush and paint.
“Make
it whatever you wish,” said Jesus
I
stood there for several minutes imagining all the things I could paint. I soon realized that I could do nothing that would ever be good enough for heaven’s
art gallery.
“Lord,
I want to create a masterpiece, but I just can’t.”
Disappointed,
I handed the brush back to Jesus, but he stopped me. Wrapping his hand around
the brush in my hand and putting his arm around me he said,
“Let’s
make it together.”
The End
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