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The Wemmick Story
by Max Lucado

The Wemmicks were small wooden people. These little wooden people were
carved by a woodworker named "Eli." Eli's workshop sat on a hill
overlooking the Wemmick Village. Every one of the Wemmicks were 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 same village.

All day long, 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 dull gray dot stickers. Up and down the streets all over the city,
people could be seen sticking gold stars or gray dots onto each other. The
pretty ones, those with smooth wood and fine paint, always got shiny gold
stars! But if the wood was rough or the paint was chipped, the Wemmicks
gave dull gray 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 shiny gold
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.

There were many other Wemmicks though that could do very little. They got
dull gray dots! There was one little Wemmick and his name was
"Punchinello." He tried to jump high like the others, but he always fell.
And when he fell, the others would gather 'round and give him dull gray
dots. Sometimes when he fell, it would scar his wood, so the people would
give him more gray dots. He would try to explain why he fell and, in doing
so, he would say something really silly. Then the Wemmicks would give him
some more dots!!!

After a while, Punchinello had so many dots that he didn't want to go
outside. He was afraid he would do something dumb such as forget his hat
or step in the water, and then people would give him more dull gray dots.
In fact, he had so many gray dots that some people would come up and just
give him one without any reason! "He deserves lots of dots," they would
say. The wooden people would agree with one another. "He's not a good
wooden person," they would say. After a while Punchinello believed them.
"I am not a good Wemmick!" he would say. The few times he went outside, he
hung around other Wemmicks who had a lot of gray dots. At least he felt
better around them.

One day, Punchinello met a Wemmick who was unlike any he'd ever met. She
had no dull gray dots and did not have any shiny golden stars either. She
was a wooden Wemmick and her name was "Lucia." It wasn't that people
didn't try to give her stickers; it's just that the stickers didn't stick
to her!!! Some admired Lucia for having no dots, so they would run up and
give her a star. But it would fall off. Some would look down on her for
having no stars, so they would give her a dot. But they would not stick
either!!!

"That's the way I want to be!" thought Punchinello. "I don't want anyone's
marks!" So he asked the "stickerless" Wemmick how she did it. "It's easy,"
Lucia replied. "Every day I go see Eli." Punchinello asked,"Eli? Who is
Eli?" She replied "Yes, Eli, He is the woodcarver. I sit in His workshop
and spend time with Him." He asked Lucia,"Why do you do that?" Lucia told
him, "Why don't you find out for yourself? Go up the hill and visit with
Him. He's there!" And with that, the sweet little Wemmick named Lucia
turned and skipped away.

"But He won't want to see me!" Punchinello cried out to her. Lucia didn't
hear him, as she was too far away. So Punchinello went home. He sat near a
window and watched the wooden people as they scurried around giving each
other gold stars and gray dots. "It's just not right," he muttered to
himself. Then he resolved to go see Eli after all. Punchinello walked up
the narrow path to the top of the hill and stepped into the big Woodcarver
Shop. His little wooden eyes widened at the size of everything. The stool
was as tall as he was. He had to stretch on his tippy-toes to see the top
of the workbench. A hammer was as long as his arm. Punchinello swallowed
hard and thought to himself, "I'm not staying here!" and he turned to
leave. Then he heard his name. "Punchinello?" said this voice, so deep and
strong. Just then Punchinello stopped. The voice said, "Punchinello, oh
how good it is of you to come! Let me have a look at you."

Punchinello slowly turned around and looked at the large bearded craftsman
and said, "Sir, you know my name?" "Of course I do. I made you," Eli said.
All of a sudden, Eli stooped down and picked little Punchinello up and set
him on the workbench. "Hmmmmm," the Maker spoke thoughtfully as he
inspected the gray circles all over him, "Looks like you've been given
some bad marks." Punchinello explained,"Oh, Eli, I didn't mean to; really
I didn't!!! I really tried hard not to." The Maker said, "Oh, you don't
have to defend yourself to me, my child. I don't care what the other
Wemmicks think." Punchinello asked, "Really? You don't?" Then Eli said,
"No and you shouldn't either. Who are they to give stars or dots? They are
Wemmicks just like you. What they think really doesn't matter at all,
Punchinello. All that matters is what I think. And I think you are pretty
special." Punchinello laughed, "Oh, me special? How can I be special? I
can't walk fast. I can't jump. My paint is peeling. I make silly mistakes
all the time and I am not a beautiful Wemmick like some of the others. How
could I matter to you?" Eli looked at Punchinello and put his hands on
those little wooden shoulders of his and spoke very slowly, "Because
Punchinello... you are mine. That's why you matter to me." Punchinello had
never had anyone look at him like this before or say anything so nice,
much less his Maker! He didn't know what to say!

"Punchinello, every day I've been waiting and hoping you would come to see
me," Eli explained. Punchinello looked up at him and said, "I came because
I met a sweet Wemmick girl who had no marks." Eli said, "I know. Lucia
told me about you." So Punchinello asked, "Why don't the stickers stay on
Lucia?" Eli said, "Because she has decided that what I think is more
important than what anyone else thinks. The stickers only stick if you let
them." Punchinello looked puzzled and said, "What?" Eli said, "Yes, the
stickers only stick if they matter to you. The more you trust My love, the
less you will care about those stickers." But Punchinello said, "I'm not
sure I really understand. What you are saying?" The maker said, "You will,
but it will take some time. You've got a lot of marks. So for now, just
come to see me every day and let me remind you how much I care about you."
Eli lifted Punchinello off the bench and set him on the floor. "Now
remember," Eli said as the Wemmick walked out the door. "You ARE special
because I made you, and I don't make mistakes."

Punchinello didn't stop, but in his heart he thought, "I think He really
means it." And each time he remembered what Eli told him and each time he
went to visit and talk with Eli, one of Punchinello's dots would fall off.
They kept falling off and soon they were all gone!!!

So like Punchinello, we must remember one thing: "Humans look on the outward
appearance, but God looks on the heart." (I Samuel 16:7)

 
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