Love
Two soldiers
sat huddled together in a small fox hole with the rain beating down on them. To
be drafted into this Vietnam conflict had not been their choice. They were from
different parts of the country with just as different personalities. Tom was
older and married to his lifelong sweetheart Mary. He had just found out his
vivacious little wife was pregnant with their first child. What timing! If it
would have been before his notice he would have been deferred from the draft.
Tom had worked hard to get through college and now was in charge of the
family’s hardware business. He enjoyed working in a small town where his family
had lived and been respected for many generations. Tom was a very strong
Christian and tried to have his life reflect his beliefs.
Joe was an
immature young punk. He had been given a choice, either sign up for the draft
or be charged with felony assault by the local sheriff. Joe had always hung
around with tough gang members, and had already been kicked out of school twice
for fighting. His parents were divorced. His father was an alcoholic while his
mother struggled to put food on the table. Pot was his choice for finding
solitude in life, a life that had no idea where it was going.
Tom and Joe
both ended up being replacements for a platoon that had been shot up pretty
bad. They were buddied up because no one else really trusted them. Most thought
Tom was too soft to shoot around civilians, while Joe was a druggie, his mind
to often unclear of what was going on around him. So Tom and Joe were thrown
together. Tom was thinking Joe won’t last long as drugs would blur his ability
to react; while Joe was thinking Tom cares too much for the gook civilians,
will be an easy target for an enemy who was infiltrated among them.
Being opposites
one would think this relationship would be nothing but fighting and fuming. But
Tom and Joe got along fairly well. Joe did not think he would like Tom, yet Tom
was now the only person who really cared whether Joe lived or died. Joe could
not dislike Tom, for when someone treats you fairly, worries about you, you
feel differently deep inside about them. Tom couldn’t hate anyone, much less
someone who had never had anyone really love him. Joe needed a lot of growing
up, but maybe that is why the why the good Lord had put them together.
They soon
became good friends and Tom often wrote to his wife about Joe. Soon Mary had
her Sunday school class writing letters to Joe as he had not been receiving any
mail. Joe thought it was silly that anyone would write or pray for him, but
some mail was better than none at all.
This did not
mean that Tom and Joe didn’t have their disagreements over various issues. Many
of their discussions would be when Joe was half high on pot and Tom was trying
to discuss the Lord with him. Joe didn’t think there was any place for him in
the church. He had seen all the religious people who went to church and
espoused they should keep the all the Lord’s commandments and love their
neighbors. Yet Joe had been in a position to see how they acted on the wrong
side of the tracks, when they were away from home. How their demeanor changed
when it helped them get an extra buck or enjoy a little pleasure.
As far as Joe
was concerned Christians had split personalities. One personality of righteous
indignation on Sunday morning, bragging about all the good they were doing. The
rest of the week they had a personality of self-indulgence, when there was no
one around to see what they were doing, or their pocketbooks were at stake. One
day at church and six days being part of the world, their odds of getting to
heaven were 7 to 1. The local church goers had better hope they all died on
Sunday while they were still righteous.
Tom tried hard
not to lose his patience with a boy who had never felt love before, only the
evil side of man. A boy who could only find solace when he
was not living in reality with the help of drugs. A
boy who must grow up, if the war would allow him to, and find the love and
peace of the Lord.
Time did not
seem to go very fast in this Viet Nam war environment, as it was hard to know
who your Viet Nam friends and enemies were. But somehow Tom and Joe had managed
to get through their stay in Vietnam and would be transferred out in about two
weeks. Joe was getting stoned on drugs, and while in a good mood Tom was able
to get him to promise to come home with him for a visit once they were
stateside. Tom’s baby was to be born anytime and they could both celebrate its
birth. It sure would be good to get home were shooting and killing was not an
everyday affair.
The next day
they started out on patrol like usual. Joe was still groggy from the high the
night before and was not very alert. Tom kept an eye out for him as this was an
area where they had often encountered the enemy. Suddenly their earlier
premonitions happened. Because of drugs Joe was slow in seeing the Viet Cong
soldier’s movement in the grass, and because of Tom’s love his automatic
reaction was to try and knock Joe out of the way. There were a couple bursts of
gunfire and then all was silent again.
Joe reached
over to help Tom and suddenly realized Tom had been hit by the gunfire. Joe
frantically asked, “ Are you all right? Are you all
right? ” Gasping Tom answered, “ I am hit pretty bad,
man this hurts.” The second lieutenant came running over to see if he could
help Tom, but realized there was nothing to do as Tom was dying. In anger the
second lieutenant lashed out at Joe, threatening to court martial him for being
hung over on drugs. But Tom in his dying words made the officer promise not to
do anything. Then turning to Joe, Tom made him promise to tell Mary how much he
loved her and hold their baby for him. Then Tom went home to the Lord.
Joe went
berserk crying out,” Why did you do it! Why did you do it! I am good for
nothing. Your life is worth a hundred of mine. You have a wife and child on the
way. Why didn’t you let me get shot and end this miserable life of mine? Why
did you do it?”
It was a foggish nightmare for Joe as he somehow completed the
patrol and finished the last two weeks of his tour in Vietnam. There were some
letters from Mary that had come through for Tom. Joe left them unopened not
wanting to endure any more guilt than already had engulfed him. It would be
much easier to write and explain everything that had happened foregoing a visit
to Mary. But how could anyone break a vow to someone who had given their life
for them? He had promised Tom, and out of love for him would not break it. He
would visit Mary.
A few weeks after
Joe’s discharge in the states he found himself on a bus headed to Tom’s
hometown. Joe checked in at the local motel and from the address on the letters
went by Tom’s house. There was not anyone home and it was just as well, for
here was Joe, a grown man, having his eyes well up in tears at what he would
say to Mary. After composing himself he started to walk around the small town
and noticed a hardware store that was just as Tom described it. Taking a deep
breath to control guilt ridden emotions, Joe walked in half hoping Mary would
not be there. A pretty, petite lady came up and Joe instantly recognized Mary
from Tom’s picture of her. In a broken voice Joe introduced himself and then
was barely able to get out how sorry he was about Tom before Mary started
crying. Joe tried to console her, but they needed to be alone to talk and there
were still customers in the store. So after Mary regained her composure she
invited Joe to dinner that night.
Joe went back
to the motel dreading going to Mary’s house. How could Joe tell her he was the
reason Tom was dead. He thought about taking the bus and leaving, but somehow
Mary had to know the truth, about what a courageous and loving husband Tom was.
As Joe was walking to Mary’s house for dinner he was thinking, how could anyone
have been such a foolish pothead to cause someone he loved to die? And why
would anyone risk their life in trying to save such an idiot as he was? It just
didn’t balance out. Tom’s act was out of love for Joe, while Joe’s act was pure
selfish pleasure.
Suddenly Joe
was at the house and Mary was opening the door with a little bundle in her
arms. With a big smile on her face Mary said, “ Joe I
want you to meet Wendy Jo. Tom thought so much of you, he wanted to use your
name as the middle named for our child whether it was a boy or girl. I hope you
don’t mind that I spelled it just J-o for her.”
Joe had been
very tough all of his life and nothing could ever get to him or bother him. But
he just couldn’t take any more of this love and kindness. All choked up he just
blurted out, “The only reason I am here is that I promised Tom I would come to
see you and the baby. Tom’s dying wish was for me to tell you how much he loved
you and to hold his child for him. He told me to tell you he would see you both
in Heaven.”
“Now I have to
get out of here because I am so full of guilt I can’t stand it. The reason Tom
is dead is that I was half stoned while we were on patrol and I did not see the
snipers. You’re stupid husband tried to knock me out of the way and in doing so
was hit by the bullets that should have killed me. I will never understand how
your husband could risk his life for me when he had you and the baby on the
way. To top it off he forgave me for being stoned and told me not to worry,
that everything would be all right. That I was a very special
person. I have never had a person love me like that. I am so sorry for
getting him killed and if there was any way to bring him back I would gladly
take the bullets he took. Please forgive me.” Then Joe turned and ran out of
the house.
Joe went back
to the motel but couldn’t sleep. He thought about getting stoned. But then he
thought about what happened the last time he got stoned and the guilt was so
strong he couldn’t touch any pot. The next morning he left early to catch a bus
somewhere. It really didn’t matter where as long as it could carry him away
from the shame of ruining a family. The next bus east would leave in a couple
of hours so Joe decided to wait in the terminal until it arrived. About 30
minutes before the bus arrived Joe saw Mary coming
into the terminal. Joe thought, oh no, I really didn’t give her a chance to
vent her anger on me last night. Well she deserves the right to tell me off but
I hope she does it quickly, not causing too much of a scene.
Mary came over
to Joe and quietly sat down beside him. “Joe, I need to talk to you a minute. I
am not like Tom, I just can’t forgive you immediately
like he did. I guess that is why I loved Tom so much. He cared about others so
much that he could forgive instantly. Tom cared alot
about you. He was planning on having you come home with him after you were
released. He made me agree that you would come up with the family when Wendy Jo
was baptized. I know you are busy but could you see your way clear to stay
until Sunday and be part of Wendy Jo’s baptism? It would mean a great deal to
me.”
What could Joe do. He wanted to jump on the first bus and head anywhere.
This being loving, truthful, responsible, were new and
scary concepts for Joe. But then in Joe’s mind he saw Tom’s face, Tom’s dying
request for Joe to help his wife and child. Joe had no choice but to stay for
the Sunday baptism.
The next
morning Joe decided to go down to the store and see if there was anything he
could do to help out. He couldn’t just sit around and do nothing. Besides doing
a little work would make the time go faster. Joe began taking inventory with
the newly hired worker Ben. Joe had seen how many a worker had skimmed a little
off the top while working for companies. At one time Joe had been one of them.
So when he looked at the inventory sheets at the end of the day while waiting
for Mary to close up, Joe was surprised. Ben and Joe had both inventoried about
the same amount of merchandise, but Ben’s inventory list was much shorter than
Joe’s.
Joe first
thought was that he would only be here one more day so why should he get
involved with someone stealing from Mary? But then he thought of how Tom would
have handled the situation. When they were alone the next day Joe pulled Ben
aside and confronted him about the inventory sheets. Ben admitted he had been
treated well by Mary, but he just had to have five hundred dollars to rent a
house for his family. Ben even offered to cut Joe in, as he could sell the
unlisted stock at fifty cents to the dollar. Then Joe did something he never
thought he would do. He pulled out his wallet and gave Ben five hundred dollars
of the last six hundred he had to his name. “Don’t you ever steal again,” Joe
sternly said. Then added, “Help someone else along the way and we will call it
even.”
Sunday morning
finally came. Joe had enjoyed the time visiting with Mary and making faces at
Wendy Jo. Joe was even able to bring a smile to her little face. At least he
was good for something. Joe put on his suit. It was a little small as it had
been at least four years since he had worn it. But if he didn’t stretch out his
arms or button his coat Joe would be able to get by. As he walked into the
church Joe felt a little uncomfortable. He had not been in one since he was in
grammar school. Then the entire congregation had made him their pet project.
They were always smiling and patting themselves on the back for what great
people they were for helping children like Joe. But Joe knew he was always different
in their eyes, never really being part of the church. Joe sat down with Mary as
the service started. The pastor was older, more laid-back and friendlier than
the ones Joe remembered.
The baptism
took place at the beginning of the service and when the pastor was baptizing
Wendy Jo, Joe felt a quiet presence around him. For the first time since Tom
had been killed, Joel felt calm and relaxed. After the baptism little Wendy Jo
began to cry. Joe offered to take her into the cry room so Mary could enjoy the
sermon. Holding Wendy Jo and rocking her to sleep with her bottle, Joe was at
peace with himself like he never had been before in his life. Tom had the right
answer to a happy life and had known what was important. But the mere thought
of Tom tied up Joe’s stomach once more with guilt. How could anyone steal a
father away from such a precious daughter?
After the
service was over Joe gave back Wendy Jo to Mary. He almost hated doing it for
Joe had never felt so needed as when Wendy Jo was
sleeping in his arms. Joe quietly told Mary that he wanted to thank the pastor
and would like to walk home to clear his mind. Mary told him there would be a
big chicken dinner waiting for him so not to be too late.
Joe ventured
back in the church and asked the pastor if he could have a few minutes with
him. Pastor Jim said he would be glad to visit with Joe and then he would drive
him to dinner at Mary’s. Joe came right out and said what was on his mind, how
he didn’t understand who or what God and Jesus were all about. That he would
never be good enough to make it to Heaven. That he wished he had enough money
to give the church to make up for all his mistakes.
Calmly Pastor
Jim replied, “Joe it should be very easy for you to understand Jesus Christ’s
love. Tom gave his life for you out of love not because of anything you did.
And out of your love for Tom, you have tried to help his family and change your
life. Just take this one step higher and you understand the gift of Grace from
Jesus Christ.
Until Jesus Christ
came men had to do certain things under the law to be saved. But Jesus changed
all this when He came out of love for us and gave His life as a redemption for our sins, that we may have eternal life.
Jesus died that we may live. We can all have this gift of eternal life by
merely believing in Him. You have found out though when someone dies for you,
your life will never be the same. You will always love that person and out of
love for what he has done for you, your life will change, you will love others
as you have been loved. Jesus would have us love Him as our only God, and love
all people as we love ourselves.”
Then suddenly
it all came together for Joe as he realized how he had changed. He had not made
excuses about being stoned when Tom was killed. He had accepted the
responsibility for not being alert. He kept his promise to Tom by seeing his
wife, even though it had been extremely hard to face up to her. He could have
stolen from Mary but didn’t. He had helped Ben rectify his problem. If Tom’s love
could change him this much maybe Christ’s love could rid him of the awful guilt
he still carried in his heart. Joe went to the altar at the church, fell to his
knees and asked the Lord for forgiveness. The sudden peace he felt in his heart
told him he had been graciously forgiven. Now with the Lord’s help, he must
learn how to forgive himself.
Most of Tom’s
and Mary’s relatives were gathered at Mary’s house. Joe was very glad he was
walking in with the pastor, as they were late and everyone was already sitting
down at the table. Joe really felt out of place. He was sure they all knew
about him and could not be very pleased to have him eating at the same table.
So after the pastor said grace, Joe stood up. “Please, I have something to say,
it will just take a minute. I was so wrong in living the way I used to. It
caused the death of Tom, who saved me at the cost of his own life. I am so
sorry and I ask you all for your forgiveness. I don’t know what Tom saw in me,
but his way was so right and mine so wrong. I now know what Tom meant when he
told me that Jesus loved us so much that He died for all of our sins. Tom not
only talked his faith, he lived it. Please excuse me. I will be leaving now. I
really don’t belong here. Thanks for everything Mary.”
To his surprise
Mary stood up and said, “Please stay Joe. This is still my house. Tom would
have welcomed you and so will I. I know you are struggling over your guilt, but
the Lord will forgive you and I know He will eventually help this family to
forgive you also. As a favor to me and to Wendy Jo please stay.” What could Joe
do but sit down and eat a delicious home cooked meal with all Tom’s relatives.
It was tense at
first, no one knowing what to say. But soon conversation started and the pastor
was sure Joe was included. When the dinner was over Tom’s father and mother
came over to wish Joe the best, both giving him warm hugs. Joe went over to
Mary giving her and Wendy Jo a final hug, telling Mary that the pastor was
bringing him to the bus station.
Mary quietly
said Joe was welcome to stay and could have a job at the store. But Joe felt
they all had a little more healing to do. Mary made Joe promise to come back
for Thanksgiving, reiterating that he was part of the family. Joe squeezed
Wendy Jo one last time, coaxing a big smile out of her and left with the
pastor.
When Joe was
getting on the bus and saying goodbye to the pastor, he saw the sun come from
the clouds. It was gorgeous and Joe started his own healing while looking at
the beautiful skyline. For the first time Joe realized that God was in charge
here on earth. Following the Lord he would find peace and comfort until the day
he would be reunited with Tom in Heaven above.
We will never
completely understand or comprehend our God’s great love for us. That our
Savior would die for such a wretch as I am, so my sins could be forgiven. That
Jesus freely forgives our sins if we just believe in Him. For by our God’s
love, by Jesus, atoning grace on the cross, we become children of God, and will
inherit eternal life in Heaven. This is what our human lives are all about.
*"For God so loved the world, that He
gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but
have eternal life. Jn 3:16 NASB+
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