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The Reading Room
2013 May
Pg 5 - The Sunshine Express
Treasures From The Inbox
Ruth found only one envelope in her mailbox
with no stamp, no postmark, only her name and
address. She opened it and read a letter:
¡°Dear Ruth, I`m going to be in your neighborhood
Saturday afternoon and I¡¯d like to stop by for a
visit. Love Always, Jesus¡±
Her hands were shaking as she placed the letter
on the table. ¡°Why would the Lord want to visit
me? I¡¯m nobody special. I don¡¯t have anything
to offer.¡± With that thought, Ruth remembered
her empty kitchen cabinets. ¡°Oh my goodness, I
really don¡¯t have anything to offer. I¡¯ll have to run
down to the store and buy something for dinner.¡±
She threw on her coat and hurried out the door.
A loaf of French bread, a half-pound of sliced
turkey, and a carton of milk left Ruth with a total
of twelve cents to last her until Monday. None-
theless, she felt good as she headed home, her
meager offerings tucked under her arm.
¡°Hey lady, can you help us?¡± Ruth had been so
absorbed in her dinner plans, she hadn¡¯t even
noticed a man and a woman huddled in the alley.
¡°I haven¡¯t a job¡± said the man, ¡°my wife and I
If you get email, you get
stuff. Sometimes it is spam,
sometimes it is a true gem.
Here is one of those gems
worth sharing:
have been living here on the street, and now it¡¯s
getting cold and we¡¯re hungry and, well, if you
could help us we¡¯d really appreciate it.¡±
Ruth looked at them both. They were dirty and
they smelled bad. ¡°Sir, I¡¯d like to help you, but
I¡¯m a poor woman myself. All I have is a few cold
cuts and some bread, and I¡¯m having an impor-
tant guest for dinner tonight and I was planning
on serving that to him.¡±
¡°Well, okay lady, I understand. Thanks anyway,¡±
replied the man as he put his arm around the
woman¡¯s shoulders, turned and headed back into
the alley. As she watched them leave, Ruth felt a
familiar twinge in her heart. ¡°Sir, wait! Look, why
don¡¯t you take this food. I¡¯ll figure out something
else to serve my guest,¡± said Ruth as she handed
the man her grocery bag.
¡°Thank you lady! Thank you very much!¡±
¡°Yes, thank you!¡± It was the man¡¯s wife, and Ruth
could see now that she was shivering.
¡°You know, I¡¯ve got another coat at home,¡± said
Ruth, ¡°Here, why don¡¯t you take this one.¡± She
unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it over the
woman¡¯s shoulders. Then smiling, she turned and
walked back to the street, without her coat and
with nothing to serve her guest.
¡°Thank you lady! Thank you very much!¡±
Ruth was chilled by the time she reached her front
door, and worried too. The Lord was coming to
visit and she didn¡¯t have anything to offer Him.
windows. Built in 1953 it has a colorful history.
Someone called Jess framed the yard with rock-
work, finishing June 30th, 1969. This, I know,
because he left his name and date in the concrete
frame. I have plans for the flower beds. Hurry
Hummingbirds flew in two weeks ago. Our feed-
ers are filled and hanging on the porch. Traveling
home from Grand Junction one evening this past
week we were delighted to see Elk herds down in
the Unaweep. About 150 head were in the road-
side emerald meadow. Interestingly the spikes
still have last years antlers but the bulls have
lost theirs and are sporting new growth on their
heads. Husband had to slow the jeep several times
to allow the many deer to cross over.
Recalled a daughters elk encounter. She lived in
the country near Evergreen, CO. One moonlight
night an unfamiliar sound woke her. Thinking
it was a mouse in the house, she grabbed a shoe
while tip toeing into the kitchen. A bull elk with a
six point rack was outside the window eating her
flowers, and as he dined his antler tapped on the
four pane. Daughter said the magnificent animal,
framed in moonlight so close she could have
reached out and touched him but for the window,
was an exquisite experience, one she will treasure
A tom turkey broke the afternoon silence recently.
His gobbling, strutting, and turkey trotting con-
tinued for a week. It appears spring is here, may
warm sunshine come running to meet it!
Have moved too many times to count since leav-
ing my parents home at 18 years of age. Have
dwelled in cities, the country, large towns and
small ones. I have known numerous, amazing
people from different life experiences, different
walks of life and different cultures. I have been
blessed. It is as though life chased me down, be-
stowing on me remarkable living experiences.
Visiting the Blanding Utah area is always an inter-
esting, fun time. A strong presence of the Ancients
penetrate the very atmosphere there. The Edge of
the Cedars Museum has an exceptional collection
of artifacts. There are hikes to take, ruins to see,
including Hovenweep, all which transport one
back in time 1400+ years. On my last visit, met
and talked with a young Native American who
suggested I should attend an event the following
Friday night in Bluff, 35 miles South of Blanding.
The setting was out of town, at the base of stand-
ing cliffs. Native Americans from as far away
as the Dakotas were gathered there. Most of the
communication that evening was in the people¡¯s
native language. Sitting alone in the small bleach-
er I found myself becoming one with the vibrating
beat of the large drums, pulsating the air as moon
beams streamed down and onto the Native danc-
ers. A magical experience. Once again giving me a
different view.
Chanting wind running, through sage, awaken
ancient ones - K
(Karen Schafer lives in & writes about life from
Gateway, Colorado)
She fumbled through
her purse for the door
key. But as she did, she
noticed another enve-
lope in her mailbox.
¡°That¡¯s odd. The
mailman doesn¡¯t usu-
ally come twice in one
day,¡± she thought as
she opened the enve-
lope and read:
¡°Dearest Ruth, It was
so good to see you
again. Thank you for
the lovely meal. And
thank you also for the
beautiful coat. Love
Always, Jesus¡±
The air was still cold,
but even without her
coat, Ruth no longer
We have moved, a few
short blocks, from our
temporary residence
under the cottonwood
canopy, to a cozy log
cabin. Situated a few
feet higher in eleva-
tion we now have a
panoramic view of
canyons and sandstone
to the south, north, and
west; a different view
from the cabin¡¯s many