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Gordon Wong shared a most impactful message which touched me greatly. I walked away from the service deeply encouraged. If you decide to read the story below, please read it slowly. Take your time to savor the words. You can also click on this Youtube video and listen to the narration as you read. It goes like this:.
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The Wemmicks were small wooden people. Each of the wooden people was carved by a woodworker named Eli. His workshop sat on a hill overlooking their village. Every Wemmick was different. Some had big noses, others had large eyes. Some were tall and others were short. Some wore hats, others wore coats. But all were made by the same carver and all lived in the village. And all day, every day, the Wemmicks did the same thing: They gave each other stickers. Each Wemmick had a box of golden star stickers and a box of gray dot stickers.
Up and down the streets all over the city, people could be seen sticking stars or dots on one another. The pretty ones, those with smooth wood and fine paint, always got stars.
But if the wood was rough or the paint chipped, the Wemmicks gave dots. The talented ones got stars, too. Some could lift big sticks high above their heads or jump over tall boxes. Still others knew big words or could sing very pretty songs. Everyone gave them stars. Some Wemmicks had stars all over them! Every time they got a star it made them feel so good that they did something else and got another star.
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Others, though, could do little. They got dots. Punchinello was one of these. He tried to jump high like the others, but he always fell.
And when he fell, the others would gather around and give him dots. After a while Punchinello believed them. The few times he went outside, he hung around other Wemmicks who had a lot of dots.
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He felt better around them. She had no dots or stars. She was just wooden. Her name was Lucia. Some admired Lucia for having no dots, so they would run up and give her a star. But it would fall off.
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Some would look down on her for having no stars, so they would give her a dot. The woodcarver. I sit in the workshop with him. Go up the hill. And with that, the Wemmick with no marks turned and skipped away. So Punchinello went home. He sat near a window and watched the wooden people as they scurried around giving each other stars and dots.
And he resolved to go see Eli. He walked up the narrow path to the top of the hill and stepped into the big shop. His wooden eyes widened at the size of everything. The stool was as tall as he was.
He had to stretch on his tiptoes to see the top of the workbench. A hammer was as long as his arm. Punchinello swallowed hard. Then he heard his name. Punchinello stopped. How good to see you. Come and let me have a look at you. I made you. I really tried hard. Who are they to give stars or dots? All that matters is what I think. And I think you are pretty special.
Punchinello laughed. My paint is peeling. Why do I matter to you? Eli looked at Punchinello, put his hands on those small wooden shoulders, and spoke very slowly. Punchinello had never had anyone look at him like this—much less his maker. The stickers only stick if you let them. The more you trust my love, the less you care about the stickers. For now, just come to see me every day and let me remind you how much I care. Some days, I feel just like a Punchinello. I even doubt if I am good enough as a wife, a Mom, a daughter, an employee.
If I were a Wemmick, I would be like Punchinello with dots all over me as I deemed myself not having the brains, the looks nor the talents.
Once in a while, everyone of us needs to hear this reassuring truth that we are precious in His sight.
You can purchase this wonderful story, beautifully illustrated, at Amazon. There is also a lesson plan to accompany this book if you wish to have more in-depth discussions with your kids. As we start a brand new week, may this story touch your heart and set you free just as it did me.
Dots vs Stars….The story of Punchinello
I have never heard about this story till I stumbled on your wonderful blog. Thank you for sharing! More kids need to hear this one! Thanks Yee Mei for leaving a comment. Welcome to my humble blog. I am heartened you found this story inspiring.
Do share them with your friends — I agree more children and adults! That was a meaningful story. Thanks for sharing! Thank you for sharing. What a beautiful story. Max Lucado is truly an anointed writer! I will try to get it to read to my kids too! Thank you for the affirmations!
Let the boys listen to the audio narration from the youtube link I shared. Thanks for sharing it too! He uplifts the spirit and brings them closer to God. Thanks again! Thank you for sharing this beautiful story. We need to b Teflon-coated!! Your email address will not be published.
Notify me of new posts by email. It goes like this: The Wemmicks were small wooden people.