Down A Country Road--Over The Garden Gate
Dateline: Monday, March 10, 2008
Gift of the Old One

The young couple had made their usual hurried, pre-Christmas visit to the little farm where dwelt their elderly parents with their small herd of  goats. The farm had been named Lone Pine Farm because of the huge pine which  topped the hill behind the farm, and through the years had become a talisman to  the old man and his wife, and a landmark in the countryside.

The old folks no longer showed their goats, for the years had taken their toll, but they sold a little milk, and a few kids each year, and the  goats were their reason for joy in the morning and contentment at day's end.

Crossly, as they prepared to leave, the young couple confronted the old folks. "Why do you not at least dispose of "The Old One".  She is no  longer of use to you. It's been years since you've had either kids or milk from  her.  You should cut corners and save where you can.  Why do you keep her  anyway?" The old man looked down as his worn boot scuffed at the barn floor and his arm  stole defensively about the Old One's neck as he drew her to him and rubbed her gently behind the ears. He replied softly, "We keep her because of  love. Only because of love."

Baffled and irritated, the young folks wished the old man and his wife a Merry Christmas and headed back toward the city as darkness stole  through the valley.

So it was, that because of the leave-taking, no one noticed the  insulation smoldering on the frayed wires in the old barn.  None saw the first  spark fall. None but the "Old One".

In a matter of minutes, the whole barn was ablaze and the hungry  flames were licking at the loft full of hay.  With a cry of horror and despair,  the old man shouted to his wife to call for help as he raced to the barn to  save their beloved goats.  But the flames were roaring now, and the blazing heat  drove him back.  He sank sobbing to the ground, helpless before the fire's fury.

By the time the fire department arrived, only smoking, glowing ruins were left, and the old man and his wife. They thanked those who had come to  their aid, and the old man turned to his wife, resting her white head upon his  shoulders as he clumsily dried her tears with a frayed red bandana. Brokenly he whispered, "We have lost much, but God has spared our home on this eve  of Christmas. Let us, therefore, climb the hill to the old pine where we have sought  comfort in times of despair. We will look down upon our home and give thanks  to God that it has been spared."

And so, he took her by the hand and helped her up the snowy hill as he brushed aside his own tears with the back of his hand. As they stepped  over the little knoll at the crest of the hill, they looked up and gasped in  amazement at the incredible beauty before them. Seemingly, every glorious,  brilliant star in the heavens was caught up in the glittering, snow-frosted branches of  their beloved pine, and it was aglow with heavenly candles. And poised on  its top most bough, a crystal crescent moon glistened like spun glass.  Never  had a mere mortal created a Christmas tree such as this. Suddenly, the old man  gave a cry of wonder and incredible joy as he pulled his wife forward. There,  beneath the tree, was their Christmas gift.

Bedded down about the "Old One" close to the truck of the tree, was the entire herd, safe. At the first hint of smoke, she had pushed the door  ajar with her muzzle and had led the goats through it.  Slowly and with great  dignity, never looking back, she had led them up the hill, stepping daintily  through the snow. The kids were frightened and dashed about.  The skittish  yearlings looked back at the crackling, hungry flames, and tucked their tails under  them as they licked their lips and hopped like rabbits.  The milkers pressed  uneasily against the "Old One" as she moved calmly up the hill and to safety  beneath the pine. And now, she lay among them and gazed at the faces of those she  loved.  Her body was brittle with years, but the golden eyes were filled with  devotion as she offered her gift-Because of love.

Only Because of love.

By Eunice Day

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Monday, March 10, 2008 - Great story

Posted by heritagehill

I have seen this before and just love it, thanks for sharing it with us!
Marilyn

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Wednesday, March 19, 2008 - Wonderful story

Posted by Patty

I have never read that story and how wonderful a story it is, thanks so much for sharing it.

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