The Most Beautiful Thing in the world:

There were 3 Angles who were equally qualified and wanted to sing with the Cherubim Angels.
God called the three Angels before Him.
He told the Angels to go down to the earth and that the Angel that brought back the most
beautiful thing in the world would sing with the Cherubim Angels.
The first Angel circled the world several times finely realizing that the plants and animals *life*
must be the most beautiful thing on the earth.
The Angel picked a Rose and brought it to Gods Throne saying life, life is the most beautiful
thing on earth!
God replied life is precious in all its forms, from the peddles of this rose to the whale who swims
in the sea, but life is not the most beautiful thing on the earth.
The Second Angel looked in every corner of the world, seeing that children are so innocent and
their young souls no nothing but *love* for all things. The Angel showed God the love of these
young souls and said love, love is the most beautiful thing in the world!
God replied love can save souls, heal broken hearts and I sent my Son in to the world because
of love, but love is not the most beautiful thing in the world.
The Third Angel by now had search every nuke and cranny of every mountain and valley, city and
town, sea shore to sea shore; weary he saw the cross on a church steeple in the distance, he
decided to rest in side the church to rethink his quest. As the Angel drew near to the alter he
could hear weeping coming from a darkened corner of the church. As the Angel approached he
saw an old man kneeling with his head down his eyes dare not look to heaven, crying because
of the sins committed through his life and praying for forgiveness.
The Angel cupped his hands and caught a *tear*, he then entered Gods Throne and with humility
and uncertainty he offered it to God saying Master I believe this to be the most beautiful thing
on earth.
God smiled and replied YES; Oh YES a tear of a repentant man is the
most beautiful thing on earth!
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Thank you Sister Catherine, who told me this story over forty years ago. I have written it as I remember it, it may not
be word for word, but I have never in all this time forgotten the meaning. I hope you who took the time to read this far
have grasped the meaning and if you are a religious please feel free to use this in your classes.