I recently read a book called The
Correspondent by Virginia Evans. It is a story told through letters and
emails to and from a woman named Sybil Van Antwerp. It is simply the story of a
life. Sybil is in her early 70’s when we enter her correspondence between all
sorts of different people in her life: her best friend, brother, customer
service, authors, co-workers, neighbors, etc. There are writings about grief
and loss, love and family, memories, activities and fears. While reading these
forms of writing I began to think about the written word in general and the
importance it has in my life.
Sybil
loves writing letters. She recognizes it as a lost art, and makes it a priority
in her own life. She also loves reading books. She writes to her best friend
fairly often and in most letters back and forth they share with one another
what they are currently reading. In turn Sybil also writes to authors. She
shares her appreciation of their work, often delving into her understanding of
themes and points of view. It was notable that her appreciation of writing went
so deep that she desired to thank those who wrote for a living, especially
those who wrote books that made an impact.
I
also love to read. I appreciate authors who brilliantly craft words together,
describing ordinary things in extraordinary ways. There is a difference between
a book that has been written and a book that has been well-written. I
appreciate the time it takes someone to write a book. I understand the pouring
of one’s soul and the anxiety that can be felt allowing others to read one’s thoughts,
ideas and stories. There is a lot of vulnerability that can be left on a page.
I
have been thinking about how much we take reading and writing for granted. So
much of our current correspondence is via electronic devices. I am currently
typing out thoughts on my laptop. Pushing the delete button is a convenience,
and writing this out on the keyboard is much quicker than hand writing. We text
back and forth quickly, send a million emails in our jobs and for school
activities. We delete even more emails that are just plain junk. Correspondence
has changed.
About
a decade ago I visited Edith Wharton’s home in Massachusetts. It is still to
this day one of my favorite house tours I’ve ever been on. The grounds were
beautiful and reminded me of Downton Abbey, and the walk through the home
itself felt like stepping back in time. It was so literary and so fun. I
remember standing in Edith’s bedroom and hearing about her writing process.
Handwritten pages strewn all over the bed, floor, desk. Chaos in waking up
halfway through the day, staying in bed and writing the rest of the day away.
Amazingly, turning that chaos eventually into a Pulitzer Prize winner.
I
was talking about some of these things to a friend the other evening and
thought about how much more likely I am to go back and read a note or letter
someone has written to me, than I am to go back and read a text. Letter writing
really is a lost art, and I believe we appreciate receiving a hand-written note
so much more because of the rarity. When is the last time you wrote a letter?
What recent note have you received that meant something special?
All of these thoughts about writing, reading,
sharing of ideas leads me to consider that our Creator also places such value
and importance in the written word. Or should I say written Word. How
remarkable that He has given us so many Words to read from, learn by, go back
to, encourage with, hope in!
As
I mentioned before, it is amazing to be able to bare one’s soul on the pages of
a book or a note. We have the most interconnected, deep, honest, soul-reaching
book available. God-breathed and useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and
training in righteousness. (2 Tim 3:16). We are encouraged not to take these
words for granted but rather to write them on the tablets of our hearts and
hide them in our hearts so we may not sin against God. (Psalm 3:3; Psalm
119:11)
We
think about the written Word of God through history and what a gift we have
today. From societies that were illiterate to nations that to this day do not
yet have their own language translation. We are a fortunate people. Do we value
what we have?
There
is a hint of slowing down when we think about writing a letter or reading a
book. Even the act of a quiet time to spend with God in his Word is a moment of
our day that goes against the normal pacing. In the busy-ness of our lives, are
we willing to value these Words that we have? To prioritize them? To find our
answers to the grief and loss, love and family, memories, activities and fears
in the place our Savior intended us to discover them?
Thank
you, God, for entrusting us with this gift. Help us to use it, read it, and
love it, and to treat it with the value and power and care it deserves. Amen.
--Sandy Gromacki
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