Scarlet challenged a bunch of her readers to wax poetic with an assortment of five words from her wildly energetic dictionary. I accepted her challenge, and wouldn’t you know it, I’ve been laying awake nights with the following five words (cinco palabras).
Winter: I’m not one for winter months. Bah-humbug! However, I really look forward to the last day of winter. Then it’s over—theoretically. Arizona features winter baseball, so I guess it can’t be all bad.
Sorpresa: Surprise! Surprise! Surprise! When I signed up for Scarlet’s challenge, I asked her for a couple of Spanish words. This was one of them. Ahora. ¡Si ella nos promete una visita aquí en el Corazón de América, después me sorprenderán! (I think that’s right.)
Humor: A merry heart is like a good medicine. The Bible says so somewhere in the Book of Proverbs. Want to read some nice clean humor? Visit Ralph every Sunday for his Sunday Funnies. And I can promise you that a little humor is a lot cheaper and a lot easier to swallow than a little pill.
This favorite word of mine, Esperanza, is the most beautiful one-word poem ever written. I love this word in sound and in print. It has a melody all its own and it glides across pages as relaxed as a swan. It is especially beautiful when a pretty señorita smiles her name to you. Esperanza. Then that weakness in the back of your knees somehow awakens every honest hope you ever had.
I’m pretty sure that all two of my faithful readers know that I’m a Christian. I hope they noticed that, anyway. Well then, in my many years of listening to hordes of preachers, I’ve only heard one sermon on the subject of Esperanza. Hope. Yet—and listen to this truthful statement—hope, or Esperanza, is one of the three greatest attributes a Christian can have. Fey, Esperanza y Amor. Pero la màs excelente de ellas es el amor. We’ve all heard lots of sermons about Faith and many, many about Love. But Hope? Few ministers, if any, have encouraged you with Hope, the one attribute that drives us to our future. Esperanza. (Thank you, Scarlet.)
Speaking of Future: Pastor Hilderman passed away almost three years ago (gee, time flies). We exchanged snail-mail every month since 1969. His wife JoAnn has continued the monthly write. Anyway, on most of the envelopes he sent us—and there were plenty of them—he wrote, “The future is as bright as the promises of God.” Pastor Hilderman is experiencing his future, live and in brilliant color, right now at the very fingertips of Jesus. I’m confident that my future includes a seat next to him again.
Well, you wanna play? I’m laying awake nights with a stack of words I want to give away. You get five and you can vent, vet, rant, rave, ramble or tell folks how good-looking I am. Please just keep it family-friendly.