Kind Eyes

"I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these
brothers of mine, you did for me." (Matt 25:40 NIV)
I read an old story the other day that both knocked on the door of my heart
and opened a window into my mind. I am not sure if it is factual or just a myth.
One thing is certain, though, it spoke to my soul.
Early in the eighteen hundreds an old man stood along a riverbank. It was the
middle of a dark, Winter’s night in Virginia and the ice cold water was raging.
There were no bridges or ferries across the river. The only way to cross safely
was on horseback, so the old man waited patiently until he saw four riders
approaching. As the first three riders rode up and crossed the river, however,
the old man said nothing. It was only when the last rider came to the riverbank
that he asked for a ride across. The rider kindly agreed and offered the old man
a hand up on his mount. After making it to the other side of the rushing river
he helped the old man down and questioned him on why he hadn’t asked any of the
previous riders for help.
The old man said, "I looked into the eyes of each man as they rode past and saw
that their hearts were cold. I knew that they wouldn’t help an old man. Your
eyes were kind and I knew that you would help me. Thank you for the ride." The
fourth rider, President Thomas Jefferson smiled at the man and then rode on
towards his home.
After reading that story I prayed to God. I asked Him to help me to nurture the
goodness in my own heart. I asked Him to help me to develop a caring soul and a
giving spirit. I asked Him to fill me with His love so that anyone who looks
into my eyes will find them kind. I am sure too that when Thomas Jefferson
entered into the light of Heaven the angels were cheering. They were cheering
not because he had been President of the United States. They were cheering
instead for every ride he gave, kindness he shared, and good thing he did in his
life here.
By: Joseph J. Mazzella
Joe Mazzella is a writer and mental Health worker who lives in
the mountains of West Virginia with his 3 children, 6 dogs, and 4 cats. He
appreciates hearing from his readers.
joemazzella@frontier.com