Friday Fictioneers – 5/17/13 — ‘Albert’s Wife’

aqueduct-sarah-ann-hallPhoto by Sarah Hall

 

Albert’s Wife

The estate still boasted its artistic iron fence and stone posts, although the grasses were encroaching. Trevor smiled. How the old lady would chastise that gardener.

Feisty, courageous old girl! Living alone in the home Albert had built her. Married here on a Sunday, by Tuesday, she’d kissed her soldier husband goodbye.

Next year, a scruffy teen hired to paint the fence, Trevor had won her heart – and she’d won his. He’d been there (the son she’d never have) to hold her hand as she’d read the black-edged telegram and cried. She’d refused to live in mourning, but seventy years she never loved but one man.

Today, at last, she was with Albert.

~~~

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Friday Fictioneers – 5/3/13 – ‘Beauty Is in the Eye of the Beholder’

I changed computer systems not long ago, and I realized recently that my system counts ellipses marks and quotation marks as words, so now I have to count my words by hand. Good thing we have a low limit.  (Anybody else out there old enough to remember the old days of journalism when every five letters or spaces counted as a word? And there were no typewriters with built-in “word count.”  A writer’s life was hard back then.) This week, though, I’ve evidently used only 97, so if any of the rest of you need three more, feel free to take them with my blessing.

This week’s prompt comes from a photo by Kent Bonham.  All of the stories I’ve read so far find great beauty and genius in this structure. But I have to be true to myself and write what the building calls forth from me. 

Image

BEAUTY IS IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER

 

Okay, you can open your eyes ….

“Well … what do you think?”

What do you mean, what do I think?”

My surprise!”

This … this … MONSTROSITY!!??”

It’s a famous landmark!”

You mean you invested ALL our money in THIS?

It will make a grand hotel; you’ll see.”

No … I won’t see! I’m going home!”

But … I thought you knew …”

Knew? …

His heartbeat doubled; sweat beaded on his forehead and trickled between his shoulder blades.

Well ….” He licked his lips to relieve his mouth that felt like cotton. “Well … of course … I had … to … sell —”

He stopped talking and ran.

~

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NaPoWriMo – Day 25 – A Ballad

I’m fudging just a little on today’s prompt – a ballad – because I did not write this poem today. I actually wrote it some time ago.  However, taking the definition of ‘ballad’ in its simplest form — a rhymed poem that tells a story — this piece fits the criteria perfectly. And since it’s a poem I enjoy very much myself, I decided I’d take advantage of today’s prompt to share it with you.

I should probably add that the poem is based on a true event that I read about a couple of years ago. There really was a couple that had this experience during World War II, and there actually was an operator whose kind heart helped save their romance.

TELEPHONE POLESLOVE ON THE LINE

I read about a Navy guy;
‘Twas during World War II;
He felt that he was so in love
But one thing he could do.

He was on leave, New England way,
And running out of time;
Snowed in, he could not meet his love.
His only hope – a dime.

So in the pay-phone booth, he dialed
The zero. Faith was high.
He told his soulful story to
The operator, Vi.

He gave the number for his love,
St. Louis her address,
And Vi said, “There’s no promises,
But I will try my best.”

So, hanging on the line out east,
The sailor heaved a sigh
And waited with a pounding heart
Till he heard back from Vi.

“I have your party, sir,” she said,
Three minutes’ worth of time.”
“Three minutes!” cried the sailor.
“That isn’t enough time!”

His darling’s voice broke through the wire,
Her voice so light and thrilled,
“What great surprise, your calling now!
I heard you’re snowed in, Bill.”

“Yes, dear, and now I can’t get there
Before my leave is through,
But there is something vital that
I have to say to you.

“You know I’ve loved you for a while;
And I have to know for sure — “
But Vi broke in just then to say,
“We’ve lost connection, sir.”

“Oh, no!” he cried. “You’ve got to help!
I’m ready to propose!
I couldn’t go back overseas
Unless I’m sure she knows!”

“I’ll try again,” Vi said, but then — 
Back on the line, so sad — 
“I can’t get you connected, sir;
The weather is so bad.

“But I can hear your party, sir,
And it seems she can hear me.
If you’d want me to relay your words,
I’d do so happily.”

He heaved a sigh, wiped tear from eye,
And drew deep breath somehow.
“All right,” he said. “It’ll have to do;
I need her answer now.

“Please say, ‘ I’m so in love with you
That before I go to sea,
I’m asking you to be my wife;
Please say you’ll marry me.'”

So Vi relayed the message sweet;
He waited in a stew
‘Till Vi came back online and said,
“She’d love to marry you!”

BLUE TELEPHONENow many years have come and gone;
The couple made their home.
And in every room the pride of place
Goes to the telephone.

~~~

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Friday Fictioneers – 3/15/13 — City Girl

This week’s prompt is a photo from Lora Mitchell. My story is below.

Copyright - Lora Mitchell

CITY GIRL

Exiting the board room at 6:03, she rushed to her office. The light out, she walked to her window, now gently bathed in a light shower. Aaaahhhh! Tension instantly drained away as she feasted on her favorite view — her city — alive, gorgeous, teeming with energy and renewal. It was in her heartbeat.

Brent couldn’t comprehend. Always a country boy, he insisted Kate could be happy in his world. Since his proposal, a new plant arrived daily — pressing her. Today’s lily blocked her view. Tossing it into the receptacle, she leaned against the window — happy.

~
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Love -Through the Eyes of Opie Taylor

SODA FOUNTAIN KISS # 2In an episode of the uniquely popular TV program The Andy Griffith Show, an episode entitled “The Rivals,” Andy tries to help his son Opie come to terms with the troubling symptoms of being in the throes of first love. As they sit together in the living room, Opie opens the conversation:

“Pa, when you like someone a whole lot, that means you love ’em, don’t it?”

“It depends,” says Andy.

“Well, when I’m with Karen, I get a lump in my throat, my ears ring, and my knees get all squiggly. Does that mean I’m in love?’

“Either that or you’ve got a real bad case of the measles.”

“Pa, if I marry Karen someday, her name becomes Taylor, don’t it?”

“That’s right, and all your children become Taylors too.”

“Children? … I don’t think we’d have any children, Pa. We already know enough kids to play with.”

And so – with childhood’s blurry vision of the details of this state called marriage — Opie easily dismisses one of the most important results of engaging in the deepest mysteries of the marriage covenant. Children are a very visible product of those mysteries.

But there are other products as well. Many of them are not so easily seen or identified, but they can be just as important and just as life-changing. There is a sense of fulfillment and a greater sense of wholeness. There’s a sense of security and oneness that melts away all the coldness of being alone. And there’s a new knowledge of self – an understanding of oneself on a new level. The man and woman who have previously been “their own person” have now, for the first time, realized that they are much more complex and much more capable of enjoying that complexity as a result of this new relationship and the new identity that results from it.

But all of this change is not easy. Nor is it simple. In fact, it is so complex that sometimes it’s weeks, or unfortunately even years, before one or both partners actually realize that they have become a part of a brand new whole and are no longer exactly the same persons they were before marriage.

That realization could be frightening if not seen through the plan of God. He, after all, is Love (1 John 4:8). He created this thing called marriage – and the sex that is an integral part of it. And guess what? He knows what He’s talking about. His plan is that each partner in this holy covenant relationship will find in the mate the answer to longings that have never been fulfilled; the key to opening doors in the soul that have never been unlocked; and the love that saturates and nurtures our unique gifts and abilities so that they mature and bring us to the highest and best we can be. In short, it’s this new person, conceived from the two, that is finally complete and whole in a way that nothing but a “covenant” marriage relationship can accomplish.

It is true that our mate cannot fill the place in us that is reserved for God Himself. And we will never be truly whole until He is at home in us. But it is God Himself who has told us clearly, “It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make him a helper suitable for him. … And the Lord God fashioned into a woman the rib which He had taken from the man and brought her to the man. And the man said, ‘This is now bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh.’ … For this cause a man shall leave his father and his mother and shall cleave to his wife; and they shall become one flesh.” (Gen. 2: 18, 22-24, NAS).

So God said of his “perfect” man that he needed a woman to be complete. And He created the woman to be so much a part of the man that she would have a need of him to be complete as well. Isn’t it interesting that this “need” of each other was created into us as part of our perfection? And this unique completeness that results is probably the one most powerful and thrilling product of a man and woman entering into and enjoying the blessed mysteries of God’s kind of marriage.

I know in this 21st century – especially in the hollowed political halls of this world — it is not considered “politically correct” to make such statements. But, thank God, there is still one Document that supersedes all the political attitudes and postures of every society on the face of the earth. It still supersedes every new “law” on the books that would try to make marriage something different from what God created it to be. What a blessing to know that He still holds the patent on marriage. And that one Document — The Word of God – The Holy Bible – still gives the human race the blessed, supernatural opportunity to experience total completeness through love – when they enter into it the way God Himself created it to be experienced.

Truly, a Valentine gift to be treasured forever.

~

Love On The Line

BLUE TELEPHONEThis little poem came about as the result of a poetry challenge I discovered last year. The topic for the poem had to be the telephone, and I decided to see what I could come up with.  As soon as I started thinking about the subject, I remembered reading the true story of a WWII serviceman who had intended travelling to the Midwest (while home on leave) to meet his girlfriend and propose marriage before he went back to duty.  A blizzard kept him from making it across country, but through the kind ministrations of a romantic telephone operator (remember when we had real operators instead of computers?), he was able to convey his proposal and receive an answer. This poem is based on that unique love story.
TELEPHONE POLES

LOVE ON THE LINE

I read about a Navy guy;
‘Twas during World War II;
He felt that he was so in love
But one thing he could do.

He was on leave, New England way,
And running out of time;
Snowed in, he could not meet his love.
His only hope – a dime.

So in the pay-phone booth, he dialed
The zero. Faith was high.
He told his soulful story to
The operator, Vi.

He gave the number for his love,
St. Louis her address,
And Vi said, “There’s no promises,
But I will try my best.”

So, hanging on the line out east,
The sailor heaved a sigh
And waited with a pounding heart
Till he heard back from Vi.

“I have your party, sir,” she said,
Three minutes’ worth of time.”
“Three minutes!” cried the sailor.
“That isn’t enough time!”

His darling’s voice broke through the wire,
Her voice so light and thrilled,
“What great surprise, your calling now!
I heard you’re snowed in, Bill.”

“Yes, dear, and now I can’t get there
Before my leave is through,
But there is something vital that
I have to say to you.

“You know I’ve loved you for a while;
And I have to know for sure — “
But Vi broke in just then to say,
“We’ve lost connection, sir.”

“Oh, no!” he cried. “You’ve got to help!
I’m ready to propose!
I couldn’t go back overseas
Unless I’m sure she knows!”

“I’ll try again,” Vi said, but then — 
Back on the line, so sad — 
“I can’t get you connected, sir;
The weather is so bad.

“But I can hear your party, sir,
And she can still hear me.
If you’d want me to relay your words,
I’d do so happily.”

He heaved a sigh, wiped tear from eye,
And drew deep breath somehow.
“All right,” he said. “It’ll have to do;
I need her answer now.

“Please say, ‘ I’m so in love with you
That before I go to sea,
I’m asking you to be my wife;
Please say you’ll marry me.'”

So Vi relayed the message sweet;
He waited in a stew
‘Till Vi came back online and said,
“She’d love to marry you!”

Now many years have come and gone;
The couple made their home.
And in every room the pride of place
Goes to the telephone.

~

Love On The Line

a poem by Sandra Conner

I read about the “phone poem” challenge on “The Music In It” — Adele Kenny’s poetry blog site — and I decided to see what I could come up with.  As soon as I started thinking about the subject, I remembered reading the true story of a WWII sailor who had intended travelling to the midwest (while home on leave) to meet his girlfriend and propose marriage before he went back to duty.  A blizzard kept him from making it across country, but through the kind ministrations of a romantic telephone operator (remember when we had real operators instead of computers?), he was able to convey his proposal and receive an answer. This poem is based on that unique love story.

LOVE ON THE LINE

I read about a Navy guy;
‘Twas during World War II;
He felt that he was so in love
But one thing he could do.

He was on leave, New England way,
And running out of time,
Snowed in, he could not meet his love.
His only hope – a dime.

So in the pay-phone booth, he dialed
The zero. Faith was high.
He told his soulful story to
The operator, Vi.

He gave the number for his love,
St. Louis her address,
And Vi said, “There’s no promises,
But I will try my best.”

So, hanging on the line out east,
The sailor heaved a sigh
And waited with a pounding heart
Till he heard back from Vi.

“I have your party, sir,” she said,
Three minutes’ worth of time.
“Three minutes!” cried the sailor.
“That isn’t enough time!”

His darling’s voice broke through the wire,
Her voice so light and thrilled,
“What great surprise, your calling now!
I heard you’re snowed in, Bill.”

“Yes, dear, and now I can’t get there
Before my leave is through,
But there is something vital that
I have to say to you.

“You know I’ve loved you for a while;
And I have to know for sure — ”
But Vi broke in just then to say,
“We’ve lost connection, sir.”

“Oh, no!” he cried. “You’ve got to help!
I’m ready to propose!
I couldn’t go back overseas
Unless I’m sure she knows!”

“I’ll try again,” Vi said, but then
Back on the line, so sad,
“I can’t get you connected, sir;
The weather is so bad.

“But I can hear your party, sir,
And it seems she can hear me.
If you’d want me to relay your words,
I’d do so happily.”

He heaved a sigh, wiped tear from eye,
And drew deep breath somehow.
“All right,” he said. “It’ll have to do;
I need her answer now.

“Please say, ‘ I’m so in love with you
That before I go to sea,
I’m asking you to be my wife;
Please say you’ll marry me.'”

So Vi relayed the message sweet;
He waited in a stew
‘Till Vi came back online and said,
“She’d love to marry you!”

Now many years have come and gone,
The couple made their home,
And in every room the pride of place
Goes to the telephone.

I Am My Beloved’s and He Is Mine

I am currently working on a new non-fiction book entitled Love, Sex, and Falling Off Cliffs: It’s All About Trusting God. The title refers to the fact that often all three of those experiences can sometimes feel like one and the same thing. In reality, there is a huge difference, of course, but understanding those differences can be difficult to impossible – unless we look at things from the point of view of the One who is love, who created sex, and who catches us if we find ourselves going over the edge of a cliff. The following article is an excerpt from that forthcoming book. (Please note that the terms “man” and “he” are used here in the generic journalistic sense to represent the human being of either sex.)

Song of Solomon references are from chapters 2, 6, and 7.

 

I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. His banner over me is love … and his desire is for me.” So says “The Song of Solomon” in God’s unique celebration of the sexual love and physical union that He has created for man and woman to enjoy. But even in this “song of songs” the reader can see clearly that physical union by itself was never God’s plan. Without the union of hearts and souls as well, man is functioning with only one-third of his being in a relationship, and he does so to his own sorrow.

The reason for that problem is that man is, at his very core, a spiritual being. God, who is spirit (according to Jesus’ own words in John 4: 24) created us in His own image (Genesis 1:26). It’s interesting to note that the Talmud says, in a strict translation of the original Hebrew language, that God created man as a “speaking spirit, just like Himself.”

God had a great deal to say about how important it is for the human being to understand that he is a spirit being, possessing a soul (mind, will, and emotions), and living in a body. (Two examples: John 4:24 and 1 Thess. 5:23). Man must also understand that what he believes totally in his heart and then speaks out of his mouth is what will come to pass in his life — both on this earth and in eternity. (Matt. 12:34-35, Mark 11:23-24, Romans 10: 9-10).

In fact, it is that unique “godly” ability to think with a multi-leveled consciousness (the soul, governed by the spirit) and then speak what we think and feel into the world around us, and into the lives of other people, that sets us apart from all of the rest of creation. God’s Word tells us that we are the crown of creation and that all the rest of what makes up this earth is dependent on our stewardship for its development and its very survival. (Gen. 1:26-28, Romans 8 19-23).

That being the case, we must guard our stewardship of our relationships with each other, especially in the area of love and its various modes of expression. Understanding that God, who really is smarter than we are, designed the man and woman to fit together perfectly so that their sexual union would give them the greatest amount of physical pleasure possible, also created them in such a way that the very pleasure itself would be heightened enormously by what was taking place in their souls and spirits at the same time.

So how does it all work, when it works correctly? Well, if my beloved “is mine,” then that means he has given up his rights to have “his own” way about everything or to put “himself” first. He has given himself to another person – as one gives any kind of gift – and that other person now has power over him. In fact, he can no longer just use that other person to satisfy his physical needs and longings, but has “given” himself to trying to satisfy his partner instead. And if “his banner over me” is love, that means he has spread himself and all that represents him (his name, his wealth, his possessions, and his authority) as a protective covering over his “beloved.”

A friend once made the statement that he knew he was really in love with the woman he was dating and was ready to marry her because he had come to the place where her happiness was much more important to him than his own. What a perfect example of the truth related here. And its these two kinds of commitment of the inner man – this complete giving away of self – by each partner to the other – that provide the foundation of a lasting union. They are what make this union a covenant, rather than just a legal agreement.

A covenant is more binding that a basic legal contract, because a genuine covenant puts the two parties into a relationship in which what belongs to one automatically belongs to the other. It also puts each partner in the position of being obligated to obey any request made by the other member of that covenant. And, lastly – and perhaps most important of all – a true covenant cannot be broken. Any physical union without this union of hearts and souls as well eventually creates a situation that is precarious at best and heartbreaking at worst.

As with all other problems that beset the human race, it was man’s unfortunate breaking of his spiritual link with his Creator that birthed the original problems now experienced so frequently in the sexual parts of life. But that Creator has managed to give us a way to restore that spiritual relationship through Jesus Christ, Who comes into us and renews our spirits again. As we take advantage of that restoration, letting the renewed spirit take charge of the rest of the being, the soul and body derive the benefits.

Now, nobody expects to get the very best performance and satisfaction from a car without operating it according to the owner’s manual. “After all,” we say, “this company created this car to work a certain way, and they know more about it and what will make it successful than anyone else. If I want the most I can get from this vehicle, I need to use it the way the manufacturer tells me to use it and take care of it as the handbook says.” So why should we be any less smart about using our bodies and our sexuality? Let’s go by the Manufacturer’s Handbook, and get the most we can out of our sexual experiences.

So as our spirit, restored to right relationship with God, governs our “love life,” including our sexual functions, we find that, not only does our sexual relationship meet our deepest need to be loved, valued, and secure, but it’s also a whole lot of fun. Those unfortunate people whose sexual experiences have incorporated the members of their physical bodies only have really missed out on the best. True JOY comes from the soul area, so true enJOYment of any act must include the soul in total agreement with the body. If all of your sexual experiences have been limited to those that tickled the physical nerve endings of certain body parts, and you thought that brought satisfaction and fulfillment, you “just ain’t seen nothin’ yet.” That experience is nowhere near the kind of fulfillment and fun God intended for you to have. But true fulfillment comes only when the body, soul, and spirit are all three satisfied that this thing that’s happening is good — really good. And since the Word tells is clearly that “there is none good but God” (Luke 18:19), then it means doing this thing God’s way.

The degree of satisfaction and fulfillment in this complete kind of love is really hard to put into words. Songwriters have been trying to do that very thing with all of the hundreds of great love songs that have passed through our generations. But when we get right down to the root of it, have any of them ever said more than the unique love song already recorded in God’s Word? “I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine. His banner over me is love … and his desire is for me.”

An Old Maid: Poem by Lila Colloton

(This poem is the work of a very dear friend of mine, Lila Colloton, who, at the age of 80, is still an active poet and a journalist for an area newspaper.  Her poems have been published in several different venues, including her book Rhyme, Rhythm, and Reason. What makes this particular poem especially delightful, in my opinion, is that she wrote it at the tender age of 16.)

AN OLD MAID

by Lila Colloton

Being an old maid would be fun I guess:
No diapers to wash or children to dress;
You may go shopping whenever you can;
Don’t have to sit home and wait for your man.
Yes, being an old maid would be fun I suppose:
Just one person’s dishes and your very own clothes.

But just stop to think before you continue:
Don’t you feel sort of funny within you?
Kind of an empty feeling I bet.
Just suppose Mom and Dad hadn’t met.
Where would you be?
Nobody knows:
Probably just part of the breeze that blows.

So stop debating before it’s too late;
When he calls up, don’t break that date!

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 1932 Lila Colloton

Love – Through the Eyes of Opie Taylor

In an episode of the uniquely popular TV program The Andy Griffith Show, an episode entitled “The Rivals,” Andy tries to help his son Opie come to terms with the troubling symptoms of being in the throes of first love. As they sit together in the living room, Opie opens the conversation: “Paw, when you like someone a whole lot, that means you love ’em, don’t it?”

It depends,” says Andy.

Well, when I’m with Karen, I get a lump in my throat, my ears ring, and my knees get all squiggly. Does that mean I’m in love?’

Either that or you’ve got a real bad case of the measles.”

Paw, if I marry Karen someday, her name becomes Taylor, don’t it?”

That’s right, and all your children become Taylors too.”

Children? … I don’t think we’d have any children, Paw. We already know enough kids to play with.”

And so – with childhood’s blurry vision of the details of this state called marriage — Opie easily dismisses one of the most important results of engaging in the deepest mysteries of the marriage covenant. Children are a very visible product of those mysteries.

But there are other products as well. Many of them are not so easily seen or identified, but they can be just as important and just as life-changing. There is a sense of fulfillment and a greater sense of wholeness. There’s a sense of security and oneness that melts away all the coldness of being alone. And there’s a new knowledge of self – an understanding of oneself on a new level. The man and woman who have previously been “their own person” have now, for the first time, realized that they are much more complex and much more capable of enjoying that complexity as a result of this new relationship and the new identity that results from it.

But all of this change is not easy. Nor is it simple. In fact, it is so complex that sometimes it’s weeks, or unfortunately even years, before one or both partners actually realize that they have become a part of a brand new whole and are no longer exactly the same persons they were before marriage.

That realization could be frightening if not seen through the plan of God. He, after all, is Love (1 John 4:8). He created this thing called marriage – and the sex that is an integral part of it. And guess what? He knows what He’s talking about. His plan is that each partner in this holy covenant relationship will find in the mate the answer to longings that have never been fulfilled; the key to opening doors in the soul that have never been unlocked; and the love that saturates and nurtures our unique gifts and abilities so that they mature and bring us to the highest and best we can be. In short, it’s this new person, conceived from the two, that is finally complete and whole in a way that nothing but a “covenant” marriage relationship can accomplish.

It is true that our mate cannot fill the place in us that is reserved for God Himself. And we will never be truly whole until He is at home in us, giving us all of Himself. But it is God Himself who has told us clearly, “It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make him a helper suitable for him. … And the Lord God fashioned into a woman the rib which He had taken from the man and brought her to the man. And the man said, ‘This is now bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh.’ … For this cause a man shall leave his father and his mother and shall cleave to his wife; and they shall become one flesh.” (Gen. 2: 18, 22-24, NAS). God said of his “perfect” man that he needed a woman to be complete. And He created the woman to be so much a part of the man that she would have a need of him to be complete as well. Isn’t it interesting that this “need” of each other was created into us as part of our perfection? And this unique completeness that results is probably the one most powerful and thrilling product of a man and woman entering into and enjoying the blessed mysteries of God’s kind of marriage.

I know in this 21st century – especially in the hollowed political halls of this world — it is not considered “politically correct” to make such statements. But, thank God, there is still one Document that supersedes all the political attitudes and postures of every society on the face of the earth. It still supersedes every new “law” on the books that would try to make marriage something different from the commitment of one male and one female partner in covenant with each other and with the God who created them. Thank God that Document — The Word of God – The Holy Bible – still gives the human race the blessed, supernatural opportunity to experience total completeness through love – when they enter into it the way God Himself created it to be experienced.

Truly, a Valentine gift to be treasured forever.

Sullivan Ballou Echoes King Solomon

The “Song of Songs,” by King Solomon, says, “Set me as a seal upon thine heart … for love is strong as death.  … Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it.”  (Songs of Songs  8:6-7).   Those words were penned many centuries ago by an Israelite king, but during the American Civil War, a Union soldier penned words that echoed those of Solomon, almost exactly, in a letter to his wife about one week before he died. 

Major Sullivan Ballou poured out his heart to the one woman he knew would understand it, his wife Sarah.  He told her, “Sarah, my love for you is deathless.  It seems to bind me with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence can break.  Yet my love of country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me … to the battlefield.”  In another statement he describes the level of his commitment to his love of country as well as his wife: “I know … how great a debt we owe to those who went before us, through the blood and suffering of the Revolution, and I am … perfectly willing to lay down all my joys in this life to maintain this government and to pay that debt.”

In those words, Sullivan Ballou spoke for every American soldier who has left loved ones safe at home to go into hate-filled, death-filled foreign lands and willingly give everything he had — including his own life — to make sure those loved ones were kept safe — and that the nation whose constitution undergirded that safety was defended and secured from all that would try to destroy it.

In every war that America has fought, thousands of her soldiers have gone courageously into harm’s way because they believed in the truth that “love is strong as death.”  They believed that all the hatred and all the wars this world will ever know cannot quench love.  And they have been right:  ALL THE HATRED AND ALL THE WARS THIS WORLD WILL EVER KNOW CANNOT QUENCH LOVE — because real love comes from only one source: the eternal, unfathomable, unquenchable Creator of the universe.  It is He who gives soldiers like Sullivan Ballou the unquenchable love that he writes about in his letter — love for his wife — and love for his country and all it offers a world full of people who long with all their hearts for freedom and security.

(Copyright: Sandra Conner 2011)

Hello world! Jesus loves you!!!

We all need to be loved, don’t we? And isn’t it a relief to know that there is One special person (called Jesus) who loves us whether we deserve it or not — whether we love Him or not?  That’s the love that keeps us going, gets us through, gives us hope when it looks as though there’s none to be had — and in short — saves us.

But out of that miraculous love from our Creator flows a current of many different kinds, levels, and degrees of love into the individual members of the human race:  love between a man and woman; love between parents and children; love for friends, comrades, and even pets.  So much has already been written about all that love.  Yet there remains so much more to be written today — and tomorrow — and tomorrow — and tomorrow. Because loving is living, and it goes on and on and on, in spite of every effort of a cursed world to defeat it.

This month of February seems to be celebrated the world over as the “Month of Love,” and it lends itself to an intense focus on that subject.  That being the case, I’m so glad that I began this blog on the first day of February.  I feel I have permission to write about Love all month long.  In the next couple of blogs I’ll share some real-life stories of great loves in history that merit our attention and even our gratitude for the examples they offer us of how to love each other well.  I hope they inspire you as much as they do me.