As the old saying goes: “Do not judge a book by its cover” marinated with a dash of irony: “Easily said than done.” There are both sides to every story, perhaps the struggles on avoiding the flying darts of negative remarks and labeling derives from our own insecurity in the first place. By the end of the day, it comes down to the question of who are we aside from the admiration of praises or insults we’ve received. Recently, I have been bombarded by peer pressure. To reach my potential as a professional and seek acceptance from the crowd; it is inevitable that I got unknowingly sucked into this vortex of “the in-crowd vs. the-out crowd”. Who becomes instinctively popular because he/she is good-looking, more competent in his/her delegated task, favor by the managers or ‘THE’ manager. All this hoo-has got me knocked over my equilibrium. Suddenly I found myself seeking approval from them so I can be seen in the light, get invites to any happening gathering, get noticed by the superiors and so forth. Yes, it is a good thing to improve yourself but when I slowly morph into chicken stuffed in a pressure cooker, that’s when I know I need to have faith in God than fishing for compliments from the mind-changing peeps. Since when did those matters bothers –that- much to me? It’s like a peculiar déjà vu. Doesn’t this use to happen during high school latter college? Seems pretty obvious, this trend of cycle will never run out of fashion. Acceptance and buying stamps of approval is the human way of living in par with social recognition and success. I remember Stacy Orrico’s song; more to life. “There’s gotta be more to life, than chasing up every temporary high to satisfy me.”Then I remembered this short story shared by a talented fellow friend in church, this was written by Max Lucado. Hope you enjoy reading this:
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 overthe 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. Somewould 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,"Whydo 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 afterall. Punchinello walked up the narrow path to the top of the hilland 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 ofhis and spoke very slowly, "Because Punchinello... you are mine. That's why you matter to me." Punchinello had never had anyone lookat 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 eachtime he went to visit and talk with Eli, one of Punchinello's dotswould fall off. They kept falling off and soon they were all gone!!!
