• Our Meeting Place

    When last we met along the way,
    The two of us, or sometimes more,
    Knit close together by the moment,
    Touching.
    Close together by what's common,
    Bonding.
    Close together by what's different,
    Shaping.

    We came away so subtly changed,
    I can't explain, I'm somehow more,
    A growing more inside my thinking,
    Shaped.
    Growing more inside my feeling,
    Bonded.
    Growing more inside my being,
    Touched.

    Loving God with all my heart.
    And loving you, my neighbor too.
    I specially meet to think of Him,
    Glorify.
    Specially meet to think of you,
    Satisfy.
    Specially meet to think of life,
    and record the minutes
    from our last meeting.

Mr. Morton: Salty optimist

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As we think about fixing up our house to sell, repairs are uppermost in my mind. (Well, right behind Rebecca’s wedding in two weeks.) So Friday I was stunned to discover that our roof is leaking. I thought I’d fixed it last fall. This meant urgently finding a pot to catch the dripping water. I am sad.

Later Friday I was further stunned to find our detached carport roof is leaking. This meant frantically moving and repacking some boxes that were sitting there in the water. I am sad.

“When it rains it pours” is a common line that Morton Salt adopted as a slogan many years ago. It means their salt pours freely, even in high humidity (when salt tends to cling together and not pour). Their salt stands the test.

Today I’m calling the insurance company and perhaps a roofing company. I mean, how can you sell a house with two leaky roofs?

Did I mention that we also need to replace the fence? However, I spoke this morning with a dear friend who is arranging to come up and spearhead an effort to make fence-replacement a home project. My pocketbook and demeanor thank him.

“When it rains it pours.” From a Morton Salt perspective, that’s a good thing. It demonstrates our best qualities.

And when the storm clears, perhaps it even brings out our friends to be our rainbows — God’s promise that He will not overflood us beyond our capacities to survive by crying out to Him. I am happy.

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