Love Made Visible
"Who is responsible for this?" the pastor asked. "I can't
believe that no one has taken care of it. I have been getting
phone calls for two days. I didn't know what to tell them."
For longer than anyone can remember the old Gospel Church atop
the hill in Reddington Valley served as a beacon for those who
were lost. Not just spiritually but even as a landmark for
giving directions.
"Turn down Main Street and head toward the brightest star in
the sky. You can't miss it," a traveller would hear.
You see, on top of the old church steeple was a big bright
star. It was all one piece and lighted by a huge light bulb.
They actually had placed it up there as part of a Christmas
display and never took it down.
But two days ago the bulb burned out.
The entire town was lost without it. It seemed that the
locals were all turned about at night. The confusion
started when someone passing through happened to stop
the mayor to ask for directions.
"I looked up and pointed to the star. It wasn't there.
Thinking I was facing the wrong way, I turned around looking
for it but couldn't find it," he said. "I think that guy
is still riding around town."
Soon the phone started ringing at the old Gospel Church.
People wanted to know what happened.
The problem was even the Pastor didn't know.
That star was just always there. He had no idea who kept
it lit or where the light bulbs were. That is, until the
phone rang late that afternoon.
"Pastor, I'm hoping you can help us," the man said. "This
is Police Chief Robertson. We just got back from the
Delaney house. We found old Jim Delaney dead. It seems
he's been dead about two days."
"I'm sorry. I must tell you that I'm not familiar with
the man," the Pastor said.
"No one seems to be," the Chief replied. "There are no
known relatives or friends available."
"Well, if it's a burial service you are looking for, I'd
be pleased to do it," said the Pastor.
"That would be great. But there is something else. I'd
like for you to come by in about an hour if you can. The
house is up the dirt road on Bishop's Hill across the
valley from your church."
"I'll be there," he replied.
The Pastor arrived just as Chief Robertson pulled in.
"What is it you wanted me to see, Chief?"
"Come inside. I think you'll need this stuff."
As they entered the home you could see stacks of unopened
mail along with various books scattered about.
"Over here, Pastor. I believe this is for you."
There on the mantle of the fireplace was a box with a
small white envelope attached. It said "From the star
keeper to The Gospel Church".
The note inside it read:
To whom it may concern:
Back in 1950 my beautiful wife Mildred became
ill. We could not afford to place her in a home so
for her remaining months on this earth, I took care
of her. Before her illness she attended your church
every Sunday. It was so very frustrating for her
not to be able to, once she got sick. But every
Sunday I would position her on the front porch so
that she could see the church across the valley.
It was that Christmas someone placed a star
on the steeple. Every night Mildred would say her
prayers while gazing out at that star. I had just
pushed her chair over to the window that night.
She was barely able to breathe. As I pulled the
shade up I heard her quietly say, "The star. The
star is gone." As I turned around she slumped
over with one last sigh. The star indeed was not
lit that night.
After her burial I approached the Pastor and
made a deal with him. I agreed to keep the star lit
for as long as I am alive as a memorial to my wife.
So many people had loved that image during the
holidays that he agreed to it.
I am near my journey's end. The church can
sell my property and all I own in exchange for a
favour. I have provided enough light bulbs in this
box to keep the star lit a few more years. The
key to the church door is inside this envelope.
Please find someone who can take on the task
of keeping the star lit after my death. I loved
my wife so very much. I want that star to serve
as an example of what love can be.
You can say you love someone, but it's not
until you show it, that love is made visible.
Jim Delaney
"When did you say he died, Chief?"
"Two days ago according to the coroner."
"That's when the star burned out, Chief."
The pastor looked down for a moment, then looked back up.
"Consider it done, Mr. Delaney," said the Pastor.
"Consider it done!"
-- Author Unknown
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