Valentine's Day does not only celebrate the love between sweethearts but different kinds of love as well. Here are three extra special stories that speak of love in action.
Why do we celebrate Valentine? How did Valentine start?
"A LOVING STORY"
He was driving home one evening, on a two-lane country road. Work
in this small Midwestern community, was almost as slow as his
beat-up Pontiac. But he never quit looking. Ever since the factory closed,
he'd been unemployed, and with winter raging on, the chill had
finally hit home.
It was a lonely road. Not very many people had a reason to be on
it, unless they were leaving. Most of his friends had already left.
They had families to feed and dreams to fulfill. But he stayed on.
After all, this was where he buried his mother and father. He was born
here and he knew the country.
He could go down this road blind, and tell you what was on either
side, and with his lights not working, which came in handy. It was
starting to get dark and light snow flurries were coming down.
He'd better get a move on.
You know, he almost didn't see the old lady, stranded on the side
of the road. But even in the dim light of day, he could see she
needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His
Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.
Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had
stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her?
He didn't look safe, he looked poor and hungry. He could see that she
was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt.
It was that chill which only fear can put in you. He said, "I'm
here to help you ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm?
By the way, my name is Bryan."
Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was
bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put
the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two.
Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and
his hands hurt. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled
down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was
from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him
enough for coming to her aid. Bryan just smiled as he closed her
She asked him how much she owed him. Any amount would have been
all right with her. She had already imagined all the awful things
that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought
twice about the money. This was not a job to him. This was helping
someone in need, and God knows there were plenty who had given him
a hand in the past... He had lived his whole life that way, and it never
occurred to him to act any other way. He told her that if she really wanted
to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she
could give that person the assistance that they needed, and Bryan added
"...and think of me". He waited until she started her car and
It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he
headed for home, disappearing into the twilight. A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home.
It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps.
The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The cash register was like
the telephone of an out of work actor-it didn't ring much.
Her waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet
hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for
the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed that the waitress
was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and
aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so
little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan.
After the lady finished her meal, and the waitress went to get
change for her hundred dollar bill, the lady slipped right out the door.
She was gone by the time the waitress came back. She wondered
where the lady could be, then she noticed something written on the napkin
under which were 4 $100 bills.
There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote. It
said: "You don't owe me anything, I have been there too. Somebody
once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want
to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love
end with you."
Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people
to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night
when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking
about the money and what the lady had written.
How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed
it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard. She
knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to
her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low,
"Everything's gonna be all right; I love you, Bryan."
THE HANDWRITING ON THE WALL
A weary mother returned from the store,
Lugging groceries through the kitchen door.
Awaiting her arrival was her 8 year old son,
Anxious to relate what his younger brother had done.
"While I was out playing and Dad was on a call,
T.J. took his crayons and wrote on the wall!
It's on the new paper you just hung in the den.
I told him you'd be mad at having to do it again."
She let out a moan and furrowed her brow,
"Where is your little brother right now?"
She emptied her arms and with a purposeful stride,
She marched to his closet where he had gone to hide.
She called his full name as she entered his room.
He trembled with fear--he knew that meant doom!
For the next ten minutes, she ranted and raved
About the expensive wallpaper and how she had saved.
Lamenting all the work it would take to repair,
She condemned his actions and total lack of care.
The more she scolded, the madder she got,
Then stomped from his room, totally distraught!
She headed for the den to confirm her fears.
When she saw the wall, her eyes flooded with tears.
The message she read pierced her soul with a dart.
It said, "I love Mommy," surrounded by a heart.
Well, the wallpaper remained, just as she found it,
With an empty picture frame hung to surround it.
A reminder to her, and indeed to all,
Take time to read the handwriting on the wall
And here's a story about the greatest love of all:
The Power of the Cross
A young man who had been raised as an atheist was training to be an Olympic
diver. The only religious influence in his life came from his
outspoken Christian friend. The young diver never really paid
much attention to his friend's sermons, but he heard them often.
One night the diver went to the indoor pool at the college he
attended. The lights were all off, but as the pool had big skylights and
the moon was bright, there was plenty of light to practice by.
The young man climbed up to the highest diving board and as he
turned his back to the pool on the edge of the board and extended his
arms out, he saw his shadow on the wall. The shadow of his body in the
shape of a cross. Instead of diving, he knelt down and asked God to come into his
life. As the young man stood, a maintenance man walked in and turned
the lights on.
The pool had been drained for repairs.
Happy Valentine's day to all our friends!!!
Thank you Lord for all we love and all those who love us. We can only love because you first loved us!
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