The Matchless Pearl (NKJV)

A heavy splash was followed by many ripples and then the water below the pier was still. David Morse, a missionary, crouched low on the pier, his eyes riveted where a stream of little bubbles rose to the surface from deep under the water. In a moment his old friend Rambhau, an Indian pearl diver, appeared and clambered onto the dock, grinning.“Look at this one, my friend,” said Rambhau, as he took a big oyster from between his teeth. “I think it will be good.”Morse took it and pried it open with his pocketknife. “Rambhau! Look!” exclaimed Morse, “It’s a treasure!”“Yes, a good one,” shrugged the diver.“Good! It’s perfect isn’t it? Have you ever seen a better pearl?” exclaimed Morse, turning the pearl over in his hands.“Oh, yes, there are better pearls, much better. I have one…” his voice trailed off. “See here – the imperfections – the black speck here, this tiny dent. It’s not even round, but good enough as pearls go.”“Your eye is too sharp for your good, my friend,” lamented Morse. “I