The Pearl Necklace: The Tale Behind The Title

I had the rare pleasure of growing up at West Point in upstate New York. While most military families rarely stay in one place for more than a few years, my father had the privilege of serving as a permanent professor at the United States Military Academy. I spent my sundays at the Cadet Chapel, surrounded by the nation’s future officers as they prepared for a life in the army. I found it interesting that one particular Chaplain would reach these uniformed individuals through heartfelt narratives. Once a year he would read the story “The Pearl Necklace”. 

It’s the narrative of a 5-year-old girl, Jenny, who desperately wants a plastic pearl necklace she sees at the grocery store. Her mother tells her that she can earn the $2.50 costume jewelry by doing chores. Jenny works hard for the necklace until it is finally hers. She wears the plastic pearls with pride and refuses to take them off for any reason- to her they are priceless.

One night, Jenny’s father asks her if she loves him. “Of course, daddy.” Jenny replies. “Then give me your pearls.” Her father says. Jenny refuses. She offers her father other respectable toys from her collection, but he simply kisses his daughter goodnight. 

The next night, the same conversation ensues with the same results. This continues for several night to come.

Then one evening, Jenny’s father comes to kiss his daughter goodnight and finds her waiting for him. Lips quivering, Jenny opens her hand to reveal her beloved pearls. “Here daddy.” She chokes and places them into her father’s hands. Jenny’s father then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a blue velvet case. Inside is a pair of real pearls he has been waiting to give to her.

Although it’s a little sappy, this story has always stuck with me. I remember not only its ability to convict me, but the effect it had on a congregation made up of America’s strongest and most intelligent individuals. At an age when we felt empowered, we learned from a 5-year-old that that we did not understand our best interests. 

I continually struggle to give up my illusion of control over my life. I use the word illusion, because I’ve never actually been in control. Again and again, I’ve worked hard to earn my plastic pearls and God patiently stands by asking me to give them up so that he can bless me with the real thing.  

Here is my story as it continues to write itself, the journey from plastic to pearls.