By David and Charlotte Anderson We were descending from the pass through the mountains when she exclaimed, “Look behind us! That’s the best view ever!” She had glanced at her side-view mirror and there, in my “blind spot” but clearly visible from her vantage point, were the crags, and peaks, and pinnacles of a most […]
Letter: The Words on the Wall, The Heart in the Window
By David and Charlotte Anderson The sign said “Exit.” The words on the wall below it spoke of God’s faithfulness. As we exited the church, tears were in abundance. It was the conclusion of another class on grief, folks who had gathered united by sorrow. Is God faithful when we have experienced loss, our world […]
Letter: Get Home
By David and Charlotte Anderson “HOME” Decorative Rustic Letters declared the label on the box. Someone had rearranged the letters to spell MEOH which, as it turns out, apparently wasn’t viewed with amusement as a return to the store proved. The letters had been rearranged as originally intended. Turns out, MEOH isn’t a word. As […]
Letter: Heaven’s Joys, Earth’s A Reflection
He’s non-stop, forever in motion, leaping for bubbles, fleeing with ‘his kids’ incoming waves, like them enjoying the sunset. If heaven were a reward for sheer, unadulterated and boundless-and-free joy, would it not be bestowed upon dogs? Do not dogs everywhere, if somehow escaping their leash, rejoice at their freedom and demonstrate endless sun-kissed exuberance […]
Letter: Stop, Look, Listen to Your Heart
“It’s never too late to stop look listen to your heart hear what it’s saying,” are words from the song originally recorded (1971) by Philadelphia soul group The Stylistics, “Stop, Look, Listen (To Your Heart).” It’s a soul song. It’s a love song. It’s a never-too-late song. We know. We stopped, restfully, on hands and […]
Letter: The Beauty of the Tree
Each of them stood, alone, stunning against the sky. One overlooked the far reaches of the sea, its few branches bearing evidence of fierce winds sweeping in from distant and unseen places, gales coming across and up the rocky cliff, beating against all in its path, including the still-standing tree, resisting the onslaught. Another’s limbs […]
Letter: Where Home Is
John Denver’s “Take Me Home, Country Roads” resulted in a five-minute standing ovation at its premiere at The Cellar Door in Washington, D.C., one of the longest in the venue’s history (“Behind the music”). The song was popular even in East and Southeast Asia, “Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoa River” being “almost heaven” anywhere someone is […]
Letter: Oh, What a Morning!
Mary gathered her skirts about as her sandaled-feet became a blur of motion, a red-cloud of Palestinian dust billowing behind as she, with “the other Mary” – a close second – flew down the path from the empty tomb to where the huddled and fearful disciples were gathered a half mile away. Someone called out […]
Letter: How Lovely to be Home
Entomologist Giorgio Celli called them “the lions of the garden” (lifegate.com) for their voracious habit of eating an estimated 5,000 kind of prey (aphids, scale insects, their eggs, and parasitic pests) during their life cycle. For their ravenous appetite, the lovely little ladybug is the gardeners’ and farmers’ favorite insect. And the favorite flower of […]