Valentines 2009 an enduring love.

VALENTINES 2009 AN ENDURING LOVE. 1JHN 4:7-12

JOHN BLANCHARD STOOD UP FROM THE BENCH, WHERE HE WAS SITTING, STRAIGHTENED HIS ARMY UNIFORM, AND STUDIED THE CROWD OF PEOPLE MAKING THEIR WAY THROUGH GRAND CENTRAL STATION. HE LOOKED FOR THE GIRL WHOSE HEART HE KNEW, BUT WHOSE FACE HE DIDN’T, THE GIRL WITH THE ROSE.
HIS INTEREST IN HER HAD BEGUN THIRTEEN MONTHS BEFORE IN A FLORIDA LIBRARY. TAKING A BOOK OFF THE SHELF HE FOUND HIMSELF INTRIGUED, NOT WITH THE WORDS OF THE BOOK, BUT WITH THE NOTES PENCILLED IN THE MARGIN. THE SOFT HANDWRITING REFLECTED A THOUGHTFUL SOUL AND INSIGHTFUL MIND. IN THE FRONT OF THE BOOK, HE DISCOVERED THE PREVIOUS OWNER’S NAME, MISS HOLLIS MAYNELL. WITH TIME AND EFFORT HE LOCATED HER ADDRESS. SHE LIVED IN NEW YORK CITY. HE WROTE HER A LETTER INTRODUCING HIMSELF AND INVITING HER TO CORRESPOND.
THE NEXT DAY HE WAS SHIPPED OVERSEAS FOR SERVICE IN WORLD WAR II. DURING THE NEXT YEAR AND ONE-MONTH THE TWO GREW TO KNOW EACH OTHER THROUGH THE MAIL. EACH LETTER WAS A SEED FALLING ON A FERTILE HEART. A ROMANCE WAS BUDDING. BLANCHARD REQUESTED A PHOTOGRAPH, BUT SHE REFUSED. SHE FELT THAT IF HE REALLY CARED, IT WOULDN’T MATTER WHAT SHE LOOKED LIKE. JOHN THOUGHT IT WAS STRANGE, BUT IT WAS TRUE HER LETTERS HAS SUSTAINED HIM , IN FACT ALLTHOUGH HE HAD NEVER SEEN HER HE WAS IN LOVE WITH HER.
THEN THE DAY FINALLY CAME FOR HIM TO RETURN FROM EUROPE, THEY SCHEDULED THEIR FIRST MEETING – 7:00 PM AT THE GRAND CENTRAL STATION IN NEW YORK. “YOU’LL RECOGNIZE ME,” SHE WROTE, “BY THE RED ROSE I’LL BE WEARING ON MY LAPEL.” SO AT 7:00 HE WAS IN THE STATION LOOKING FOR A GIRL WHOSE HEART HE LOVED, BUT WHOSE FACE HE’D NEVER SEEN. I’LL LET MR. BLANCHARD TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENED:
A YOUNG WOMAN WAS COMING TOWARD ME, HER FIGURE LONG AND SLIM. HER BLONDE HAIR LAY BACK IN CURLS FROM HER DELICATE EARS; HER EYES WERE BLUE AS FLOWERS. HER LIPS AND CHIN HAD A GENTLE FIRMNESS, AND IN HER PALE GREEN SUIT SHE WAS LIKE SPRINGTIME COME ALIVE. I STARTED TOWARD HER, ENTIRELY FORGETTING TO NOTICE THAT SHE WAS NOT WEARING A ROSE. AS I MOVED, A SMALL, PROVOCATIVE SMILE CURVED HER LIPS. “GOING MY WAY, SAILOR?” SHE MURMURED.
ALMOST UNCONTROLLABLY I MADE ONE STEP CLOSER TO HER, AND THEN I SAW HOLLIS MAYNELL. SHE WAS STANDING ALMOST DIRECTLY BEHIND THE GIRL. A WOMAN WELL PAST 40, SHE HAD GRAYING HAIR TUCKED UNDER A WORN HAT. SHE WAS MORE THAN PLUMP, HER THICK-ANKLED FEET THRUST INTO LOW-HEELED SHOES. THE GIRL IN THE GREEN SUIT WAS WALKING QUICKLY AWAY. I FELT AS THOUGH I WAS SPLIT IN TWO, SO KEEN WAS MY DESIRE TO FOLLOW HER, AND YET SO DEEP WAS MY LONGING FOR THE WOMAN WHOSE SPIRIT HAD TRULY COMPANIONED ME AND UPHELD MY OWN.
AND THERE SHE STOOD. HER PALE, PLUMP FACE WAS GENTLE AND SENSIBLE, HER GRAY EYES HAD A WARM AND KINDLY TWINKLE. I DID NOT HESITATE. MY FINGERS GRIPPED THE SMALL WORN BLUE LEATHER COPY OF THE BOOK THAT WAS TO IDENTIFY ME TO HER. THIS WOULD NOT BE LOVE, BUT IT WOULD BE SOMETHING PRECIOUS, SOMETHING PERHAPS EVEN BETTER THAN LOVE, A FRIENDSHIP FOR WHICH I HAD BEEN AND MUST EVER BE GRATEFUL. I SQUARED MY SHOULDERS AND SALUTED AND HELD OUT THE BOOK TO THE WOMAN, EVEN THOUGH WHILE I SPOKE I FELT CHOKED BY THE BITTERNESS OF MY DISAPPOINTMENT. “I’M LIEUTENANT JOHN BLANCHARD, AND YOU MUST BE MISS MAYNELL. I AM SO GLAD YOU COULD MEET ME; MAY I TAKE YOU TO DINNER?” THE WOMAN’S FACE BROADENED INTO A TOLERANT SMILE. “I DON’T KNOW WHAT THIS IS ABOUT,