The oyster suffers and covers it with its own body fluid to heal itself.
But no matter how the oyster tries to heal itself, the sand still irritated it.
Years and years go by, the oyster carries its pain.
Then an oyster-fisherman comes and collects the oyster,
opens the oyster and out comes, not a sand, but a beautiful precious pearl.
Just as the oyster suffered, Jesus Christ suffered on the cross.
The oyster tried to heal itself with its secretions, Jesus shed his blood.
Like the oyster-fisherman collected the oyster, Jesus ascended to heaven and sat at the right hand of God the Father.
We were that sand that turned into a beautiful precious pearl.
We didn't turn into a pearl by ourselves but God alone did.
"And this is my story." - 丽珍 (Li - "beautiful"; Zhen - "precious pearl")
