Lessons in Affection: A Tale from a Church Service

Dear friends, today I want to share a story with you. A story that taught me a profound lesson about affection. It’s a tale that takes us back to a humble church service many moons ago.

The Setting

The church was a simple, unassuming building, nestled in the heart of our small town. Its wooden pews, worn smooth by years of use, echoed with the whispers of countless prayers. The air was always filled with a sense of peace and tranquility, a sanctuary from the world outside.

The Lesson

One Sunday, I noticed a young boy sitting alone in a pew. His eyes were wide and curious, but there was a hint of sadness in them. His parents, I learned, were going through a difficult divorce. The boy, caught in the middle, was struggling to understand why his world was falling apart.

Our pastor, a wise and compassionate man, noticed the boy’s distress. Instead of delivering his planned sermon, he decided to tell a story about a tree that weathered a terrible storm. The tree, he explained, didn’t survive because it was the biggest or the strongest, but because it was deeply rooted in the ground.

“Just like this tree,” he said, “we too can weather the storms of life if we are deeply rooted in love and affection. It’s not the size of the storm, but the depth of our roots that matter.”

The Impact

The boy’s eyes lit up as he listened to the pastor’s words. He understood that, despite the storm raging in his life, he was deeply rooted in the affection of those who loved him. His parents, despite their differences, loved him deeply. And that love, that affection, was his anchor.

Friends, the lesson I learned that day has stayed with me. Affection is not just about grand gestures or eloquent words. It’s about being there for someone, providing a safe harbor in their storm. It’s about being deeply rooted in love, so that no matter how fierce the storm, you remain standing.

So, let’s take a moment today to appreciate the affection in our lives. Let’s nurture it, deepen it, and let it be our anchor. Because, in the end, it’s not the size of the storm, but the depth of our roots that matter.

Until next time, remember to weather the storms with affection.

Kev