The Non-Verbal Mr. Verble

I met a man who didn’t speak.  His name was Mr. Verble.  Though he uttered not a word I heard him say many things.

His deaf ears told me of the whistling and explosions of mortar shells.  The loud blast of the guns from world war II silencing the screams of the wounded and dying.  His blank stare reflected The purple heart he had earned.  His eyes no longer focused, blinded by the memories of this thing called war. 

His cane well told me of his active life.  A life filled with family and friends.  A life filled with adventure. 

His hat told me of the loving father he had been to his three sons and the lovely granddaughter he had raised.  His nice clothing told me of his career as the mayor’s recorder. 

His wedding band told spoke of his faithfulness and love for his beautiful wife. 

His serene peaceful countenance told me of things most important….this had been a man of God.  His face spoke of peace and love to all.  He had been a man that was a faithful servant of God.  He had ministered at his local church for many decades. 

So though this man was non-verbal.  He said much.  His name Verble.  The grandfather of a good friend of my oldest son. 

I learned alot from silent Mr. Verble. 

I ask you…..

If you were not able to see &  hear, if you were old and broken down.  What would your countenance say? 

Would it speak of peace and blessing or hatred and cursing?

The choice is yours!

A cheerful heart is good medicine,

but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.

Proverbs 17:22