I sat in the chair at the terminal
waiting for my plane to board.
I was lost in my own thoughts
busy talking to the Lord.
When first I saw him I was shocked.
He was old and grey and bent.
The Lord called him to my attention.
"He's not here by accident"
The man's hair was long and stringy
it was tangled and unkempt.
I couldn't help but notice others
staring with open contempt.
My Lord spoke to my heart that day.
I couldn't believe what he said next.
"Go ask him if you can brush his hair"
I can assure you I was perplexed.
But under the Spirit's urging
I found myself rising from my seat.
I slowly walked towards the old man
and knelt there at his feet.
"Sir, can I ask you something strange?"
Of my presence I doubted he was even aware.
But as he fixed me with intensly sad eyes
I asked him "may I kindly brush your hair?"
I could see he was suprised.
But through his shock he nodded yes.
As I slowly worked to untangle his hair
I found it was I that was blessed.
Love from the Father flowed from my hands
causing such a softening of my heart,
ministring to this strange old man
the Lord's blessing to impart.
By the time that I was finished
it was time to board the plane.
I knelt in front on this little old man
whom I once had thought insane.
"The Lord wanted you to know
just how much He cares for you
and though you've lived many years
your life is not quite through."
He looked at me with liquid eyes
brimming with unshed tears.
I wondered how I ever thought him strange
and chastised myself for my fears.
"I've been ill for so very long,
for myself I'm unable to care.
These hands have become so arthritic
I couldn't even brush my own hair"
"Now I'm on my way to meet my wife,
whom I've loved for more than sixty years.
To have her see me in this condition
was truly one of my worst fears."
"You've blessed this sick old man
in ways you'll never understand."
But it was I who was truly blessed
and it was by the Lord's plan.
I learned a lesson in the terminal
when I met the old man that day.
Never underestimate the Father's heart
His love can be expressed in many ways.
A contest entry
- Define Beauty. by FlaviusArrianus.
950 points, ended June 14, 2008, 15 entries
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Comments
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What a wonderful story. Sounds like it should be a tune on the country and western radio. They could do it justice. Such a sweet sentiment. It was a true blessing for everyone to read.
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Wow! Wow! Wow! This story gives me chills. What a blessing you both were to each other, to be called like that, to accept, to witness what you did was for a reason, a real, concrete reason. This is a real miracle. God uses our hands to heal and tend, and you can testify to that. How wonderful!


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This is a wonderful poetic retelling of this warm story...



