I liked the idea of posting my short morality stories on my blog, so I decided to make it a mini-series. Here’s the next one in the series. Hope you enjoy it.
by J. D. H. Thigpen
There once was a boy who was born without a
heart. His name was Nicolas Stronghart. He was not
born lacking any essential organs. In fact, he was
quite well equipped in matters of physicality. He was,
however, lacking in regards to love. He felt a great emptiness inside of him. That is
not to say that he was not a Christian man, for he was, in fact, a pastor. Yet still he
lacked a heart.
Nicolas was blessed with a blossoming mega-church under his leadership, a good
marriage, and two sweet little daughters. He had also accumulated a large amount of
earthly riches to bolster his heavenly ones. He had, as some might call it, “his best life
now.” But he had had not found love.
He sought for love in his marriage, yet he was disappointed. That is not to say his
wife, April, did not love him, but simply that the void which had replaced his heart
remained unfilled. He sought for love from his friends, yet was left desolate. Though
he had more best friends than most people had friends they were still not enough. No
relationship was enough for Nicolas. He tried to fill the emptiness with great
vacations, material possessions, and thrilling experiences, yet nothing satisfied.
All of Nic’s searching ended on one night in December. The snow had gathered
heavily on the window-sill, the fire blazed in vibrant tones of gold and crimson and all
seemed right in Pastor Stronghart’s comfortable little world. Then came the
He was delighted to answer to the voice of his sister, Noelle, until he learned of the
reason of her calling. Their father had been taken ill and had been admitted into a
hospice. The difficulty with this was that Nicolas did not love his father, but now he
felt the need to do so.
Nicolas’ father was a good man, and he respected him, but he did not love him.
This is because he father had never so much as said “I love you” to any of his
children. Yet something happened when Nicolas entered the dismal room of his dying
They talked, they cried, they laughed, and the hours passed them by. At last, all in
one moment, all of Nicolas’ religious study, sermons, and Biblical knowledge became
worth something and came out in one phrase: “Dad, I love you.” Suddenly, the boy
born without a heart became a man rightly known as Stronghart. At last dear Nicolas
understood that it is better to love than to be loved.