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Kurtis, the stock boy, was in love.
He was 22 and she was 26 but he didn’t care. He was in love.
He first saw her at checkout register number 4.
He first learned her name by waiting at the punch card clock and then checking her card after she had left.
Her name was Brenda and he was in love.
The next day he waited outside and as she came out he introduced himself and offered her a ride home.
He looked harmless enough and had a nice smile and was a fellow employee so she accepted.
He then asked if he could see her again and she replied that it was impossible.
“Why?” he asked…he was in love and he was persistent and so he asked “Why?”
She explained she had two children and she couldn’t afford a baby sitter.
He offered to pay for the baby sitter.
She seemed unsure as to whether she was making the right decision but she said “Yes.”
Kurtis, the stock boy was happier than he had ever been. But more about Kurtis later.
Saturday night when he knocked on the door she opened it and said, “I’m afraid I can’t go. The baby sitter called and canceled.”
“So” said Kurtis, “We’ll just take the kids.”
So she invited him in and he met one of her two children.
She was cute as a bug in a rug.
Then he met her son who was confined to a wheelchair, paralyzed and with down syndrome.
“I still don’t see why the kids can’t come with us,” he said as if it was the most logical thing in the world.
And she thought of her husband who had deserted her when the going got rough…and all those who were not interested in a woman with two children…one disabled…
And right there on that first night, Kurtis the stock boy, treated the kids as if they were his.
When he needed to go to the rest room…Kurtis just picked him up and carried him there.
And Brenda knew this was the man she wanted to marry…this man who seemed more concerned with making her happy than himself…to whom doing the right thing because it was the right thing seemed so perfectly normal…Kurtis the stock boy.
A year later they were married..
And Kurtis adopted the two kids and today they have two more of their own.
And, oh yes, if you are a football fan you know of Kurtis…because his last name is Warner…Kurt Warner, former outstanding quarterback in the National Football league.
For love to work…it must be more than a word…it must be an unselfish part of one’s character…it is not singing like that Opera singer “Me,Me, Me” but “You, You, You.”
True love is more concerned with giving than getting and the truth is so obvious it is missed by millions.
It is an old cliché’ but it is too good not to quote again (and forgive me for a slight rewrite), “Unselfish love doesn’t just make the world go round…it makes the ride worthwhile.”
Unselfish love lifts kindness to a new level. It is a strength that can move mountains and I think perhaps make the angels in heaven sing a special heavenly song.
A bell is no bell 'til you ring it,
A song is no song 'til you sing it,
And love in your heart
Wasn’t put there to stay -
Love isn’t love
'Til you give it away.
~Oscar Hammerstein, Sound of Music,
And, on yes, it is very important in a good marriage to have unselfish love as part of your nuture and nature…but it is also very important in a good life to have unselfish love as part of your nuture and nature.
1 Corinthians 13:4–8a
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails
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Quote below from tomorrow’s One A Day blog entitled LIGHTEN UP, REJOICE AND BE GLAD
“Nowhere in the Bible does it say, “Blessed are they who frown and fuss.” Nowhere does it say that it is necessary to mentally flagellate yourself until your spiritual bones ache and you have a love affair with misery.
I truly believe that Christ dances with joy when a prodigal come flying home. I take to heart his promise, “Come unto me and I will give you peace.” I wouldn’t mind finding my name written on a Reader’s Digest Sweepstakes but I love it when I read in the book of Luke, “Rejoice because your name(s) are(is) written in heaven.”
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A series on PRAYER began on WYRICK’S WRITINGS ON Sunday Nov 21st (4 WEEK SERIES/EACH SUNDAY)
CLICK ON THE FOLLOWING URL below TO ACCESS WYRICK’S WRITINGS
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A QUOTE FROM THE PRAYER SERIES
“When you prayed, first did you listen? Some people take the scripture that reads “Speak Lord, for thy servant heareth” and rewrite it to read, “Listen Lord, thy servant speaketh.” (1 Samuel 3:10)
Could what you prayed for be considered a Christian prayer? Remember …if you end your prayer with the words “In Jesus name” you certainly want to have prayed a prayer he would approve.
Was it a prayer you really wanted to be answered, something you really wanted to take place, an improvement in your person you were really committed to following through on. A half hearted prayer is a wasted opportunity.”
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Monday, January 17, 2011
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