Love Is A Story
I can still feel the warmth I felt in my
heart when I read this story recounted by
Gayle D. Erwin. Chad was a shy quiet boy.
Many times his friends teased him and made
fun of him. He was never included in their
company. One day however he arrived home
and announced to his mum that he will be
making a valentine card for all his classmates.
The heart of his mother sank. She thought,
"I wish he wouldn't do that!" She
knew what was going to happen. He would be
giving his companions a Valentine card and
he will get none in return. Her son will
However, hoping against hope that she may
be wrong, she decided to go along with her
son and she purchased the paper and glue
and crayons. For three full weeks, Chad dedicated
all his free time to compose thirty five
colored valentine cards. He was so excited!
Valentine Day arrived. He carefully put all
the cards in his bag and dashed to his school.
The mother was in a panic and to soften what
she taught would be a total disappointment,
she decided to bake his favorite cookies
so that when he came back, she can somehow
raise his spirits.
She was really anxious that afternoon. The
cookies and milk were ready on the table.
From the sitting room window, she saw it
all. The boys and girls were walking gleefully
while her little Chad, as usual, was at the
back, on his own. They were all pleased and
sharing the cards they had received. Her
son's arms however were empty. He knew it!
She fully expected him to burst into tears
as soon as he got inside.
So, you can well imagine her surprise when
he walked in with his face all aglow. He
was excited as he repeated to his mother
over and over again, "Not a one. Not
a one." A feeling of hopelessness enveloped
her. But her despondency turned to delight
when she heard him saying joyfully, "I
didn't forget a one, not a single one!"
You see, love is never about oneself. Love
is all about others. Love is choosing to
do right no matter how you feel. As the last
Father of the Church, Saint Bernard of Clairvaux
once said, "What is the highest, most
exalted act of intelligent life? It is to
love. Love seeks no cause, no end, no reward
beyond itself. I love because I love; I love
that I may love."
Upon receiving the Nobel Peace Prize, Mother
Teresa said: "What can you do to promote
world peace? Go home and love your family.
And love your friends. Love them without
This is what makes life meaningful. Going
through Sower's Seeds by Brian Cavanaugh,
I remember reading the significant story
of a man who risked his life swimming through
treacherous sea currents to save a young
adult from being swept out in the sea. The
moment the young boy recovered from his traumatic
experience, he started to thank the man.
However the man just looked into the boy's
eyes and said, "That's ok, son. Just
make sure your life was worth saving!"
Our life acquires value and meaning only
in the measure that we love. During World
War I, a soldier came back from the continuous
fire going over him, to realize that his
comrade must have fallen on the battlefield.
He immediately asked his Captain whether
he can go back and bring him back. The shooting
was still bad and so the Captain refused
permission. However the soldier did go and
somehow he managed to find his companion
and drag him back to their own dugout. The
captain was mad, more so when he realized
that the companion was dead
"I told you it is ridiculous,"
he yelled. "Your friend is dead, and
now you are seriously wounded. Was it worthwhile?"
And the answer of the soldier was amazing
in its simplicity, "Yes, Sir. It was
worthwhile. When I arrived at him, he was
still alive and he looked at me and said
'Jim, I knew you would come'. These were
his last words!"
You can never overestimate the power of love.
It is a fire that, once lit, may burn forever.
In his book Mere Christianity, C.S. Lewis
wrote, "Do not waste your time bothering
whether you 'love' your neighbor. Act as
if you did. As soon as we do this, we find
one of the great secrets. When you are behaving
as if you loved someone, you will presently
come to love him. If you injure someone you
dislike, you will find yourself disliking
him more. If you do him a good turn, you
will find yourself disliking him less."
A certain medieval monk announced he would
be preaching next Sunday evening on 'The
Love of God'. As the shadows fell and the
light ceased to come in through the cathedral
windows, the congregation gathered. In the
darkness of the altar, the monk lighted a
candle and carried it to the crucifix. First
of all, he illumined the crown of thorns,
next the two injured hands, then the marks
of the spear wound. In the hush that fell,
he blew out the candle and left the sanctuary.
There was nothing else to say.
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