An Act of Love                                         

                                           

 

                                           

An Act of Love


The story starts out where she, Beth, is sitting at an airport terminal
waiting to board a plane. She was sitting there with
several other people who were also waiting, whom she did not know. As she
waited, she pulled out her Bible and started reading. All of a sudden she
felt as if the people sitting there around her were looking at her. She
looked up but realized they were looking just over her head, in the
direction right behind her. She turned around to see what everyone was
looking at, and when she did, she saw a stewardess pushing a wheelchair with
the ugliest old man sitting in it that she had ever seen before. She said
he had this long white hair that was all tangled and such a mess. His face
was really, really wrinkled, and he didn't look friendly at all. She said
she didn't know why, but she felt drawn to the man and thought at first God
wanted her to witness to him. In her mind she said she was thinking, "Oh,
God, please, not now, not here." No matter what she did, she couldn't get
the man off of her mind, and all of a sudden she knew what God wanted her to
do. She was supposed to brush this old man's hair.
She went, knelt down in front of the old man, and said "Sir may I have the
honor of brushing your hair for you?" He said "What?" She thought, "Oh
great, he's hard of hearing." Again, a little louder, she said, "Sir, may I
have the honor of brushing your hair for you?" He answered, "If you are
going to talk to me, you are going to have to speak up, I am practically
deaf." So this time, she was almost yelling, "Sir may I please have the
honor of brushing your hair for you?" Everyone was watching to see what his
response would be. The old man just looked at her confused, and said "Well,
I guess if you really want to." She said, "I don't even have a brush, but I
thought I would ask anyway." He said, "Look in the bag hanging on the back
of my chair, there is a brush in there." So she got the brush out and
started brushing his hair. (She has a little girl with long hair, so she has
had lots of practice getting tangles out and knew how to be gentle with
him.) She worked for a long time until every last tangle was out.
Just as she was finishing up, she heard the old man crying, and she
went and put her hands on his knees, kneeling in front of him again
and looking directly into his eyes, said "Sir, do you know Jesus?" He
answered, "Yes, of course I know Jesus. You see, my bride told me she
couldn't marry me unless I knew Jesus, so I learned all about Jesus, and
asked Him to come into my heart many years ago, before I married my bride."
He continued, "You know, I am on my way home to go and see my wife. I have
been in the hospital for a long time and had to have a special surgery in
this town far from my home. My wife couldn't come with me, because she is
so frail herself." He said, "I was so worried about how terrible my hair
looked and I didn't want her to see me looking so awful, but I couldn't
brush my hair myself."
Tears were rolling down his cheeks as he thanked Beth for brushing
his hair. He thanked her over and over again. She was crying, people all
around witnessing this were crying, and as they were all boarding the plane,
the stewardess, who was also crying, stopped her and asked, "Why did you do
that?" And right there was the opportunity, the door had been opened to
share with someone else the love of God.


We don't always understand God's ways, but be ready. He may use us to meet
the need of someone else like He met the need of this old man,
and in that moment, also calling out to a lost soul who needed to
know about His love.


Luke 6:38 "Give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down,
shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap. For with the
measure you use, it will be measured to you."

God bless you & have a great day.

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