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Once upon a time, in ancient Rome, a healer welcomed patients to his home.
His name was Valentine, and with his art, he ministered to body, mind, and heart.
One day, a jailer from the citadel said, “Can you make my little daughter well?
Though sightless, she is all the world to me! Dear Valentine, please help my
daughter see!”
With gentle herbs and, most of all, with prayer, the kindly Christian treated
her with care. With faith and trust in God, between the two a sacred bond of
heartfelt grew.
The emperor of Rome became aware that many Christians lived and
worshiped there. Accusing them of evil with a lie, he sentenced every one of
them to die. So in a prison, Valentine was thrown, to spend his final days on
earth alone.
“Let’s write to him,” his little patient said,
“To My Dear Valentine,” her message read.
Here Christian friend departed to the Lord – yet on that day, her eyesight
was restored. Before his death, Valentine wrote a note to the jailer’s daughter.
He signed it, “From your Valentine”.
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