Today’s letter-to-the-editor — it’s a column, actually — appears in the Summit Daily News of Frisco, Colorado. The column is titled Walking Our Faith: Proof of God, and the newspaper doesn’t have a comments feature.
Unless the letter-writer is a politician, preacher, or other public figure, we won’t embarrass or promote her by using her full name — but today we have an exception. The author is Suzanne Elizabeth Anderson, described at the end as the author of 10 novels and nonfiction books on faith, and her column appears every Saturday in the Summit Daily News. She certainly qualifies for full name treatment. We’ll give you some excerpts from her column, some bold font for emphasis, and occasional Curmudgeonly interjections that look [like this]. Okay, here we go:
I discovered proof of God [Gasp!] on Wednesday afternoon in the tree branch shadows cast across the snow and frozen stream where I had stopped on the side of the road to let Kiki catch her breath and Bear investigate the smells of other animals. Kiki and Bear are my elderly adopted Newfoundland dogs. Our walks meander.
Wowie! That just might be the most stunning opening paragraph we’ve ever seen. After that she says:
My Lenten journey is only a few weeks old, but already my days have been filled with prayers of all sorts, communal and private. Rosaries recited, scriptures pondered, psalms prayed aloud and centering prayer in silence. Prayers said in the dark as I drift off to sleep and said again at 6 a.m. as the light begins to create an outline of mountain peaks outside my window.
Okay, okay! We’re convinced that Suzie had an amazing experience. But what was it? She tells us:
I’ve been thinking how grateful I am for this Lenten journey, which focuses my attention on what I believe and why I believe and calls me to follow its path into the woods not certain of where it will lead but only of how much more I must learn.
What happened? She continues:
But there it was on the snow-covered ground among the shadows cast by brambles and a frozen stream, which in this warm snap might struggle to wake from its winter slumber only to be buried by the return of winter. In this confluence of seasons and nature and light and shadow, there was God.
What? She saw Yahweh? Let’s read on:
There was the most compelling proof for God’s existence. Not only for God’s existence, but for the very reason why we are compelled to pray. What I saw in that little winter nook was beauty.
Come on, Suzie — you can do better than that! Okay, here’s more:
We can argue all day long about figurative and literal creation stories and theories of evolution and life on other planets and whether all this scientific knowledge confirms or just disproves the existence of God. But I don’t need scientific proof or the measurement of the speed of sound and light when I have silence and light among the shadows of a winter afternoon.
We’re starting to suspect that she’s not going to give us anything else. Maybe we’re wrong. Here’s one last excerpt:
There will be philosophers who construct logic equations to express my thoughts with greater erudition, poets who form my words with greater eloquence, artists who paint the interplay of light and shadow with greater delicacy. But sophistication is not required of my soul to recognize its creator.
All right, all right — that’s enough! We’re outta here!
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