You are Special is a board book by Max Lucado we read to our children when they were young. I have resurrected it and have been using it in ministry.
Before reading on, what do you think this book will be about?
I hope he or his publisher don’t mind that I am posting its text here. It is a story worth reading, sharing, and using to help others see their worth and be reminded that others’ opinions should not be weighed more than our heavenly Father’s. Go buy yourself a copy. In the meantime, here’s the story minus the whimsical illustrations of Sergio Martinez.
“The Wemmicks were small wooden people carved by a woodworker named Eli.
Each Wemmick was different. Some had big noses, others had large eyes. Some were tall and others were short.
Each Wemmick had a box of golden star stickers and gray dot stickers. The wooden people went around the village sticking stars or dots on one another.
The pretty ones got stars. Wemmicks with rough wood or chipped paint got dots.
The talented ones got stars, too. Some could jump over tall boxes or sing pretty songs. Others, though, could do little. They got dots.
Punchinello was one of these.
He tried to jump high like others, but he always fell. So the Wemmicks would give him dots.
When he tried to explain why he fell, he would say something silly, so the Wemmicks would give him more dots.
“He deserves lots of dots,” the wooden people would say. After a while Punchinello believed them. “I guess I’m not a good Wemmick,” he decided. So he stayed inside most of the time.
When he did go outside, he hung around other Wemmicks who had lots of dots. He felt better around them.
One day he met a different kind of Wemmick named Lucia. She had no dots or stars.
The Wemmicks admired Lucia for having no dots, so they would give her a star. But it would fall off. Others gave her a dot for having no stars. But it wouldn’t stay either.
That’s the way I want to be
“It’s easy,” she replied. “Every day I go visit Eli the woodcarver.”
“You’ll find out if you go see Him.” Then Lucia turned and skipped away.
“But will He want to see me?” Punchinello wondered. Later, at home, he sat and watched the wooden people giving each other stars and dots. “It’s not right,” he muttered to himself. And he decided to go see Eli.
Punchinello walked up the narrow path and stepped into Eli’s shop. His eyes grew big. The stool was as tall as he was. He had to stretch on tiptoe to see the top of the workbench.
Punchinello swallowed hard. “I’m not staying here!” Then he heard his name.
“Punchinello?” The voice was deep and strong. “How good to see you. Come – let Me have a look at you.”
Punchinello looked up. “You know my name?”
“Of course. I made you.”
Eli picked him up and set him on the bench. “Looks like you’ve been given some bad marks,” said The Maker.
“I didn’t mean to, Eli. I really tried hard.”
“Punchinello, I don’t care what the other Wemmicks think.”
“No. You shouldn’t either. What they think doesn’t matter. All that matters is what I think. And I think you are pretty special.”
Punchinello laughed. “Me, special? Why? I’m not very talented and my paint is peeling. Why do I matter to you?”
Eli spoke very slowly. “Because you’re mine. That’s why you matter to Me.”
Punchinello didn’t know what to say.
“Every day I’ve been hoping you’d come,” Eli explained.
“I came because I met Lucia,” said Punchinello. “Why don’t the stickers stay on her?”
The maker spoke softly. “Because she has decided that what I think is more important than what others think. The stickers only stick if you let them.”
“The stickers only stick if they matter to you. The more you trust My love, the less you care about their stickers.”
And when he did, a dot fell to the ground.“
It is a great story, isn’t it? Let’s ponder some of its lessons.
What are the grey dots that others have labeled you with?
Punchinello believed what others said of him and let it become his identity.
Is there something others have labeled you with and it has become a part of your own identity?
Think about Lucia. Why was she different?
Any guesses what her name means?
It comes from Luz meaning light and Punchinello literally means punch. If you are called a punchinello, you are a short, stout, comical-looking person.
We don’t want to be punchinellos and just take what the world sees. We need to be God’s light like Lucia.
Those who got dots probably gave more dots out because as the old saying goes: hurt people hurt people. But, that is not how God called us to be.
Let’s talk about Eli – The Creator, The Maker, The only one who’s opinion matters. It was like that in the book and it is like that with us and The Lord of lords and King of kings. We are fearfully and wonderfully made (Psalm 139), let’s live as if we believe it.
Let’s also speak life.
be.the.church by remembering:
“Life and death are in the power of the tongue.” Proverbs 18.21
Don’t put marks on others – sparkle and shine by using your tongue for kindness!
What other verses or lessons can we apply to this story? Would love to hear your thoughts. Please comment below.
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