1 John 2:12
I am writing to you, dear children, because your sins have been forgiven on account of his name.
Recently, my mother gives me a manila envelope stuffed with all sorts of cards and letters exchange between her mother and herself. There are even some notes and postcards to my grandparents from me.
I've been so preoccupied as of late, I have yet to peruse these. But, I'm looking forward to exploring the memories. Rekindling ones I have forgotten. Bringing the past into the present.
A present where letter writing, pen to paper, stamp to envelope, is a dying art.
I cannot recall the last time I wrote an actual letter to anyone. Of course, I've included short notes in birthday or Christmas cards, but nothing which I would call an honest-to-goodness letter.
I remember when going to the mailbox is actually a thrill. When I am away at college, I am especially heartened when there is a letter from home, or from other relatives, or from my boyfriend who attends another school.
I carry the missives back to my dorm room and, like waiting for a luscious dessert, I hold off on opening them until no one else is around. Then, I open them slowly. Lovingly.
I feast on every word. Reading the letters again and again. Feeling a twinge of homesickness, yet, at the same time, so comforted.
I treasure them.
And, I save each one.
I'm certain these early Christians, the little children, to whom John writes, feel the same way.
Hanging on his every word. Sharing the letter again and again within the community.
Treasuring it. Finding comfort. Reassurance.
And, because we have it today, taking great pains to save it.
As did so many other first-generation Christians.
Letters of love. Christ's love for them. Christ's love for us.
Alleluia and amen!
Can you recall the last time you wrote an actual letter?
Will you pray with me?
We thank You, Father, for the collection of letters in the New Testament. They teach, exhort, comfort, encourage, and guide us even today. Let us give thanks for the apostles who wrote them and for those Christians who risked so much to keep them safe for posterity. Amen.
Psalms 148, 149, 150 or 114, 115
1 John 2:7-17
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Psalm 34:8 Taste and see that the Lord is good! Many moons ago, my husband, Danny, plants a sugar maple fairly close to the house. It...
Psalm 149:3 Let them praise God's name with dance; let them sing God's praise with the drum and lyre! There are few novels I...
Genesis 2:7 Then the Lord God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man be...
Luke 5:16 But Jesus often withdrew to lonely places and prayed. This week has been a hectic one for me. I babysit the grands three di...