Forsythia: A Poem

Forsythia

I walked my dog about the day
After a mild snow melting
The pavement soaked by
The gushing of swollen
Grasses saturated and dark
Littered with chunks of snow.

The air was fresh and crisp
My flannel sleeves rolled up
And beside the damp Bradford pears
Broke the yellow forsythia blooming
the first of bushes of the spring
In these rusty Virginia hills.

7 Reasons Nationalism Harms the Church

“Nationalism is an infantile disease. It is the measles of mankind.”
-Albert Einstein, Jewish German immigrant to America

In 1942 Gerald Smith founded the Christian Nationalist Crusade, a political organization aimed at making America more Christian. What did that mean? Using their magazine, The Cross and the Flag, Smith’s organization took a stand against, among other things, Jews, jazz music, and interracial marriage. To make America more…Christlike?
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In Memory of My Beautiful Aunt

The past few months have been hard for my family. Just over a month ago we lost my grandmother, and this past Monday my aunt passed away after decades of battling cancer. Hers is a miracle of a story, but not in the way you’d expect. Hers is not a miracle of physical healing, but spiritual healing. When she was a little girl, her favorite movie was The Sound of Music. In one of the famous songs, Maria the governess sings of “whiskers on kittens, bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens,” and all her favorite things that she thinks of when times are bad, “when the dog bites, when the bee stings.” My Aunt Annie lived her life with the ability to “not feel so bad” through enormous trials, and to help others “not feel so bad” through the remembrance of favorite things. Throughout most of her life, her very soul radiated with the persistence of love and fondness for people and the good things they bring, despite a lifelong assault of pain and woe.
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