“Pearl” often reminds me of ‘Margarita’, the Spanish word for it. Margarita is also the name of one of the dearest persons in my life. I remember her fresh out of college and ready to face the world. Things were coming up roses for her. Her future looked bright and the world was there for the asking. Life was so good and her heart was full of joy. In the midst of all that bright promise and untrammeled happiness, she turns her back to the world and joins the Pink Sisters.
She described her decision to me: “Life has been so good it can only be explained by God working in my life. Everything I have wished for has come true in my life. I have a few more and I am assured they will also come true if I spend my days in constant communion with the Lord.”
She found her pearl of great price. She ‘sold’ and left everything that she had so she could afford to buy her pearl of abiding joy and happiness.
God is my refuge on the day of distress.
Jesus said to his disciples:
“The Kingdom of heaven is like a treasure buried in a field,
which a person finds and hides again,
and out of joy goes and sells all that he has and buys that field.
Again, the Kingdom of heaven is like a merchant
searching for fine pearls.
When he finds a pearl of great price,
he goes and sells all that he has and buys it.”