By J'son M. Lee


The concern of a mother turtle for her babies plays out this version of the parable of the lost sheep.


(from Luke 15:4-7)


Grace (a turtle)
Perfection (a baby turtle)
Other turtles


Narrator:  Once upon a time on the beautiful island of Eden, there lived a turtle by the name of Grace. Grace was highly favored by God. Unlike her counterparts, Grace had no children, and this deeply saddened her.  So every night she prayed to God to make her a mother.  She specifically asked God to give her one hundred babies.  For her, this number represented perfection.  God rewarded her faithfulness and summoned her out of the sea.
God:  You have been faithful My child.  Great is thy faithfulness and great will be thy reward.  Crawl to a dry part of the beach.  Dig your flippers into the sand and simultaneously wiggle your body.
Grace:  (confused)  That sounds a little strange, God, but I trust you.
Narrator:  Grace did as God had instructed and within a few minutes a nest evolved.
Grace:  (tired)  Now what God?
God:  (approvingly)  Relax my child, I will do the rest.
Narrator:  As Grace rested, she felt a trance come over her and she began to lay eggs – two, sometimes three at a time until there was a perfect one hundred.
God:  Now, cover your eggs with sand, My child. Crawl back to the sea and I will summons you in sixty days.
Narrator:  On day 60, there was a ferocious rainstorm and, as promised, God summoned Grace.
God:  Grace…Grace!
Narrator:  As she emerged, God appeared hovering over her nest.
Grace: (excited)  Yes, God?
God:  (smiling)  Look at your nest.
Narrator:  Instantly, the baby turtles erupted from the sand.  Orienting themselves to the bright horizon, they all dashed towards the sea.
Turtle 16:  (excited)  Mommy!
Narrator:  Tears filled Grace’s eyes.  She continued to count as her babies were swept up by the current.  23…42…78…99…
Grace:  (deeply troubled, mumbling)  Perfection…
Turtle 44:  (excited)  Come on mommy!  Show us the sea!
Turtle 22:  (agitated)  Mommy!
Narrator:  Grace could not hear her children calling for her as her heart was wracked with pain.  She had faithfully asked for one hundred babies.  Disappointed, she looked up at God.  But, just as he had appeared, he was gone.  With tears streaming down her face, Grace rummaged through the sand hoping to find one last egg.  Then she heard a whimper.
Perfection:  (coy)  Here I am, mommy.
Narrator:  Startled, Grace turned to see baby number one hundred shivering behind a rock.
Grace:  (deeply concerned)  What’s wrong my child?
Perfection:  (shivering)  I’m scared mommy.  The sea looks so big.
Turtle 15 and Turtle 4:  (Impatient)  Come on mommy!  Let him stay if he wants to be eaten by birds or crabs.
Grace:  (lovingly) They’re right honey.  If you stay here you’ll die.  Follow us to the sea.  There you’ll find everything you need to survive.
Narrator:  For what seemed like hours Grace continued to share the goodness of the sea.  Her other children were becoming very impatient and some began the journey without her guidance.  Grace simply bowed her head and prayed knowing they would be safe because they had made the decision to follow the sea.  Her primary concern now was Perfection.  What could she do?
Grace:  (exhausted and optimistic)  Why don’t you hold on to my tail and we go in together?
Perfection:  (apprehensive)  Ok, mommy…but please don’t leave me.
Narrator:  Perfection sank his gums into Grace’s tail and she lead him to the sea.  Within minutes he was swimming with precision and his fear subsided.
Perfection:  Thank you mommy.
Grace:  I’ll never leave you my child.  (looking around)  I’ll never leave any of you…


© J’son M. Lee, 2002, all rights reserved
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