Saturday, October 16, 2021

Pen to Paper

 “Those who give of their time and compassion will be blessed." ~ Proverbs 11:25

Grief punched Devon hard last year.  He watched his daughter battle bone cancer, his father passed away after a debilitating illness and his faithful dog of 16 years crossed the rainbow bridge. 

Grief takes time; it can’t be rushed.  He just had to work through the pain.

Friends were kind and supportive, sending frequent texts and emails to console him.  But it was the handwritten letters he received that truly moved him.

His sister-in-law sent a touching article about how the loss of our pets leaves a profound effect on us.  She talked of her own heartbreak when she had to put her cat to sleep.  Her letter, both thoughtful and empathetic, confirmed a deep understanding of what Devon experienced with the death of his K-9 companion.

The second came from a church friend; a gracious and generous woman.  Devon admired her because no matter what was going on in her life, she continually elevated others with her gift of time and caring. 

The shortest letter came from one of his students – a young boy with autism.  Communication of any form was difficult for the boy, so his brief note was especially poignant.  Its two-sentence note must have taken considerable time to compose as he considered each word.  It was one of the most inspiring messages he’d ever read.

A well-written letter is priceless.  Devon preserved the writer’s words in a special box; pulling them out when he needed to visit with the person whose words graced that page.

He’d saved dozens of them: a letter from his Dad sent during his first months at college still brought rushes of nostalgia; one from his Mom in a lovely, looping script as familiar as the contours of her face; a letter from his 6th grade girlfriend.  He decided to write a letter to a few people who’d given him the extra love and reassurance he’d needed to get through the hard times.  

With pen in hand, Devon was suddenly transported back in time to elementary school as a child learning to write in cursive all over again - focusing on the shape of letters, making sure that i’s were dotted and t’s were crossed.  

He relaxed when connecting letters to create the words needed to express thoughts; amazed at how much longer it took to w-r-i-t-e out each word than if he'd texted them in abbreviated code sans punctuation.

Which got him thinking: “If people had to hand write all their emotional, dramatic, political posts, would there be as many of them?  Or would we just sign and scroll past because it wouldn’t be worth the effort to respond by pen and paper?”

When was the last time you sent a hand-written letter to a friend or loved one?  How about today?

Heavenly Father, in today's crazy times, it’s easy to become detached from our capacity as humans to be kind and thoughtful.  Teach me to be more generous with my time, more fluent in kindness; and more like You.  Amen