Thursday, July 22, 2010

God Bless the Farmers of Kansas




Billboards! Don't you just hate them. They are an ever expanding growth of commercialism that are impossible to avoid if driving. They are usually advertising local casinos, adult (inappropriate) entertainment, or fast food. They are certainly not signs of the best of the highways of America.

EXCEPT for the road signs put up by the farmers in the state of Kansas, they give hope!

On a recent trip west I had the pleasure of driving along I-70 across the entire state of Kansas.
My husband and I have shared an affinity for the state since our daughter attended college at the University of Kansas, in Lawrence. With Salina as more that halfway through the state (going west), the farmland that comes after Salina is vast and open. There are 46 million acres of farmland in Kansas and approximately 65,000 farms. The majority of the crops are corn, wheat and sorghum (used for grain and syrup). Amid the acres and acres of farmland there were some small, privately placed billboards. They had these messages: "Thanks Mom for choosing Life, Abortion Stops a Beating Heart, Jesus Heals, Pornography Destroys, Jesus, I Trust in Thee (with the Divine Mercy picture of Jesus. Devotion to the Divine Mercy of Jesus was started by a Polish saint named Sister Maria Faustina in the 13th century.), and my all time favorite:

NO GOD KNOW GOD
NO PEACE KNOW PEACE

So at this time I would like to thank and bless the farmers of Kansas for their boldness in promoting faith, family and peace.


Animal Encounters on the Steps of Heaven






The steps of heaven are all around us if we just take the time to look around and about; the lush green after a summer rainfall, or the reds and purples of a summer sunset are just a couple of those steps that can lead us to the magnificence of our Creator. The steps of heaven are no more apparent than in the Sangre de Cristo Mountains in Southeastern Colorado. Recently, my husband and I visited friends who have built a home near the town of LaVeta, which renders a spectacular view of these mountains. Sangre de Cristo means "blood of Christ," which I thought comes from the color these mountains take on with the setting sun. However, after some research, I discovered that in 1719 the Spanish explorer, Antonio Valverde y Cosio, was more impressed by the reddish hue at sunrise; and it's called alpenglow.

Besides a view of the Spanish Peaks (part of the Sangre de Cristo range) their home also affords another spectacular view of a butte arising from pine and scrub oak bushes with a series of random stone fences jutting out from the landscape. According to our friends these stone fences are a natural phenomenon that is are often visited by various geologists looking for an explanation for their occurrence. I will give my own explanation as the Creator working with His Lincoln logs to cause a more interesting variance in the landscape, or even a type of wind barrier to protect the early dwellers of this area. Our Father is a Provider and Protector as well as a Creator.

Amid all this beauty I also found creatures that caused me to smile at their antics: roaming horses, grazing cows, howling coyotes, buzzing hummingbirds, and one vigilant dog. His name is Leo and he so reminded me of the dog on the original Disney series, Corky and White Shadow.Corky was a pig-tailed, twelve year old girl who lived with her widowed father, the town sheriff. She and White Shadow would have adventure after adventure helping to capture bank robbers or horse rustlers, while learning life lessons. Didn't every pre-pubescent girl want a dog like White Shadow? One who would protect her from dangers like mountain lions, rattlesnakes, bears and the ever present "bad guys." It may have taken me about 50 years, but I finally found my White Shadow in Leo.

Before we arrived for our visit, our friends had several encounters with the local bear community. The bears were attracted to the compost that my friend had buried behind their house and also the bowl of fruit left on the kitchen counter next to an open window. The bears pulled the screen back and lifted the window up so they could help themselves to the fruit. When I heard about this, being the sissy city woman that I am, I worried about taking walks on their property. What would I do if I ran into a bear? Faint, scream or run? Either one of these seemed rather fruitless when encountering a large, wild animal(s). Enter Leo.

Leo is a neighbor's dog that is left outside during the day to freely roam the property. He visits our friends daily, looking for companionship from our friends' elderly dog, "Cinder." He loves attention, treats, and a quick rub behind the ears. As he visits, he patrols, looking and listening for something to chase. Isn't that what all dogs are ultimately about, the chase? With Leo around, all thoughts of encounters with dangerous animals dissipated. If there was a rustle in the brush, Leo sought it out and made it go away. He always returned wagging his tail and waiting for the treat that I so willingly provided. With Leo ever present I got to enjoy the mountain views with the knowledge that He had sent someone to watch my back. Thanks, Lord, you are truly a God of detail.

Here's a link if you want a background check of Corky and White Shadow

Thursday, July 8, 2010

The Voices of Children


The voices of children are among the sweetest sounds on the earth. I truly believe that in moments of stress, doubt or worry all we have to do is close our eyes and seek out the voices of children. We will immediately be taken back to our own childhood, where times and tasks were simple and we were not yet tarnished by "...the worries of this life, the deceitfulness of wealth, and the desire for things..." (Mark 4:19).
Since I haven't yet been blessed with grandchildren and I teach teen-agers (you DON'T want to listen to their conversations); I only get this chance during the summer, up at our cottage on the lake. We have a screened in porch with a very comfortable futon that is perfect for napping. Our cottage sits just a bit away from a sand box, basketball hoop and make-shift baseball diamond and the lake. This area is affectionately known as "the Point," because it serves as a gathering place for all the cottage celebrations, like the 4th of July or kids' birthday parties, food tasting, bonfires, and games like Bag Toss, Kick the Can, Capture the Flag or Flashlight Tag. Because of the fact that sound carries over water, I can usually hear the voices of the children screaming in excitement over who is captured or found. Their cheering voices are not rough like the cheers at an adult sporting event, but rather the pleasant fizz that comes from a popped can of cola. Their squeals of delight over a team win can indeed lift anyone's spirits! Listening to their conversations also brings a chuckle when you hear things like, "We were boys yesterday, but men, today," coming from a triumvirate of 10-year old boys. Now, I didn't know or care to ask what was the reason for this comment, but I did pass it one to one of the boys' fathers.

So my advice is if you don't have a chance to be immediately around children, take a walk to the park with a boring book and just sit there and listen.

"Except ye be converted, and BECOME AS LITTLE CHILDREN, ye shall not enter into the Kingdom of Heaven" (Matthew 18:3 ).