David Morse - American missionary to India - became great friends there
with the pearl-diver, Rambhau. Many an evening he spent in Rambhau's
cabin reading to him from the Bible, and explaining to him God's way of

Rambhau enjoyed listening to the Word of God, but whenever the missionary
tried to get Rambhau to accept Christ as his Savior - he would shake his head
and reply, "Your Christian way to heaven is too easy for me! I cannot accept
it. If ever I should find admittance to heaven in that manner - I would feel like
a pauper there...like a beggar who has been let in out of pity. I may be proud
- but I want to deserve, I want to earn my place in heaven -- and so I am
going to work for it."

Nothing the missionary could say seemed to have any effect on Rambhau's
decision, and so quite a few years slipped by. One evening, however, the
missionary heard a knock on his door, and on going to open it he found
Rambhau there.

"Come in, dear friend," said Morse.

"No," said the pearl-diver. "I want you to come with me to my house, Sahib,
for a short time -- I have something to show you. Please do not say 'No'."

"Of course I'll come," replied the missionary. As they neared his house,
Rambhau said: "In a week's time I start working for my place in heaven; I am
leaving for Delhi -- and I am going there on my knees."

"Man, you are crazy! It's nine hundred miles to Delhi, and the skin will break
on your knees, and you will have blood-poisoning or leprosy before you get
to Bombay."

"No, I must get to Delhi," affirmed Rambhau, "and the immortals will reward
me for it! The suffering will be sweet - for it will purchase heaven for me!"

"Rambhau, my friend - you can't. How can I bear you to do it - when Jesus
Christ has suffered and died to purchase heaven for you!"

But the old man could not be moved. "You are my dearest friend on earth,
Sahib Morse. Through all these years you have stood by me in sickness, in
want - you have been sometimes my only friend. But even you cannot turn
me from my desire to purchase eternal bliss...I must go to Delhi!"

Inside the hut Morse was seated in the very chair Rambhau had specially built
for him - where on so many occasions he had read to him the Bible.

Rambhau left the room to return soon with a small but heavy English
strongbox. "I have had this box for years," said he, "and I keep only one thing
in it. Now I will tell you about it, Sahib Morse. I once had a son..."

"A son! Why, Rambhau, you have never before said a word about him!"

"No, Sahib, I couldn't." Even as he spoke the diver's eyes were moistened.

"Now I must tell you, for soon I will leave, and who knows whether I shall
ever return? My son was a diver too. He was the best pearl diver on the
coasts of India. He had the swiftest dive, the keenest eye, the strongest arm,
the longest breath of any man who ever sought for pearls.

What joy he brought to me! Most pearls, as you know, have some defect or
blemish only the expert can discern, but my boy always dreamed of finding
the 'perfect' pearl - one beyond all that was ever found. One day he found it!
But even when he saw it - he had been under water too long... That pearl
cost him his life, for he died soon after."

The old pearl diver bowed his head. For a moment his whole body shook, but
there was no sound. "All these years," he continued, "I have kept this pearl -
but now I am going, not to return, and to you, my best friend - I am giving
my pearl."

The old man worked the combination on the strongbox and drew from it a
carefully wrapped package. Gently opening the cotton, he picked up a
mammoth pearl and placed it in the hand of the missionary.

It was one of the largest pearls ever found off the coast of India, and glowed
with a luster and brilliance never seen in cultured pearls. It would have
brought a fabulous sum in any market.

For a moment the missionary was speechless and gazed with awe.
"Rambhau! What a pearl!"

"That pearl, Sahib, is perfect," replied the Indian quietly. The missionary
looked up quickly with a new thought: Was not this the very opportunity and
occasion he had prayed for - to make Rambhau understand the value of
Christ's sacrifice? So he said, designedly, "Rambhau, this is a wonderful
pearl, an amazing pearl. Let me buy it. I would give you ten thousand dollars
for it."

"Sahib! What do you mean?"

"Well, I will give you fifteen thousand dollars for it, or if it takes more - I will
work for it."

"Sahib," said Rambhau, stiffening his whole body, "this pearl is beyond price.
No man in all the world has money enough to pay what this pearl is worth to
me. On the market a million dollars could not buy it. I will not sell it to you.
You may only have it as a gift."

"No, Rambhau, I cannot accept that. As much as I want the pearl, I cannot
accept it that way. Perhaps I am proud, but that is too easy. I must pay for it,
or work for it..."

The old pearl-diver was stunned. "You don't understand at all, Sahib. Don't
you see. My only son gave his life to get this pearl, and I wouldn't sell it for
any money. Its worth is in the life-blood of my son. I cannot sell this - but I
can give it to you. Just accept it in token of the love I bear you."

The missionary was choked, and for a moment could not speak. Then he
gripped the hand of the old man. "Rambhau," he said in a low voice, "don't
you see? My words are just what you have been saying to God all the time."

The diver looked long and searchingly at the missionary, and slowly, slowly
he began to understand. "God is offering you salvation as a free gift," said the
missionary. "It is so great and priceless that no man on earth can buy it.
Millions of dollars are too little. No man on earth could earn it. His life would
be millions of years too short. No man is good enough to deserve it. It cost
God the life-blood of His only Son to make the entrance for you into heaven.
In a million years, in a hundred pilgrimages, you could not earn that entrance.
All you can do is to accept it as a token of God's love for you - a sinner.

"Rambhau, of course I will accept the pearl in deep humility, praying God
that I may be worthy of your love. Rambhau, won't you accept God's great
gift of heaven, too, in deep humility, knowing it cost Him the death of His
Son to offer it to you?"

Great tears were now rolling down the cheeks of the old man. The veil was
beginning to lift. "Sahib, I see it now. I have believed in the doctrine of Jesus
for the last two years, but I could not believe that His salvation was free.
Now I understand. Some things are too priceless to be bought or earned.
Sahib, I will accept His salvation!"
     (Author Unknown)

John 3:16  For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten
Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have
everlasting life.
John 3:17 For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the
world; but that the world through him might be saved.

Eph 2:8  For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of
yourselves: it is the gift of God:
Eph 2:9  Not of works, lest any man should boast.

1Peter 1:18  Forasmuch as ye know that ye were not redeemed with
corruptible things, as silver and gold, from your vain conversation
received by tradition from your fathers;
1Peter 1:19  But with the precious blood of Christ, as of a lamb without
blemish and without spot:
1Peter 1:20  Who verily was foreordained before the foundation of the
world, but was manifest in these last times for you,
1Peter 1:21  Who by him do believe in God, that raised him up from the
dead, and gave him glory; that your faith and hope might be in God.

Further Reading:

Salvation is a Free Gift
Jesus Is...Our Greatest Treasure

The Geese and the Snowstorm
Sermon Story:  The Son

The Matchless Pearl
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