“If I can put one touch of rosy sunset into the life of any man or woman,
I shall feel that I have worked with God.”
G.K. Chesterton
“How sweet the morning air is! See how that one little cloud floats like a pink feather
from some gigantic flamingo. Now the red rim of the sun pushes itself over the
London cloud-bank.
It shines on a good many folk, but on none, I dare bet,
who are on a stranger errand than you and I.
How small we feel with our petty ambitions and strivings in the presence of the
great elemental forces of Nature!”
Arthur Conan Doyle, Sherlock Holmes:
The Complete Novels and Stories, Volume I
(a winter’s sunset / Julie Cook /2024)
Why does anyone “blog”?
I think I wrote a post about this very notion many years ago.
And yet here I am, once again, finding myself asking that very same question…
Why does anyone blog?
Why is it that some of us choose to sit down at a computer and tap away at a thought,
an idea, a question…simply to attach it to the surreal oddity known as cyberspace?
Placing a piece of us, our thoughts and our feelings, “out there”…
where exactly, no one seems to really know, but out there nonetheless?
I know that for me, I stumbled my way here to WP, this particular address in cyberspace,
over eleven years ago. I did so because, as a recently retired teacher,
I knew I still had things I wanted to say and share.
Maybe it was the new freedom found in a lack of authoritative constraints regarding
what I could now say and share…that regarding the importance of faith and salvation…
maybe it was because I was entering a new stage of life, caring for aging parents.
Maybe it was because I had been adopted and wanted to address that aspect of myself.
No matter the reasons nor those various stages of life, nor those thoughts and topics…
I think it was simply because I wanted to communicate.
For it was in that desire to communicate, to share…
which in turn gave way to other items to share…other thoughts…
other seemingly important things to pass on….that I found myself “blogging”.
And thus as we “blog”, as we tap out thoughts, sending them to attach themselves
to cyberspace, we inevitably “meet” folks.
As in… isn’t that the gist of all of this tapping out of words…a desire to communicate
with others—and doesn’t communication lead to dialogue—
as in…conversation with others?
We write to communicate and to converse with others.
So naturally we would imagine, assume, hope that there are other folks out there
who will actually stumble across our ramblings and sharings.
Like-minded folks and not so like-minded.
As these folks read our words, many will in turn comment.
It’s at that moment that a door opens,
welcoming others to come in to sit a spell and to chat.
And just like that, in that very instance, we begin to build community over the sharing
of thoughts and ideas. Matters not if everyone is on the same page…there is a untied
desire to share.
One day, during sharing here in bogland, I was fortunate to have stumbled into
Oneta Hayes over on Sweet Aroma.
I can’t remember who ran into whom first…was it me into her, or her into me??
Did we each comment on someone else’s post or did we comment on one another’s post?
Was that what lead to a curiosity into what one another was actually writing about
which lead us to one another’s site?
Was it my desire to sit at her knee as she taught me more and more about
Jesus, His Father, our God, and of the mysteries of the Holy Spirit?
No matter how it happened, we met…here in bogland.
There is a great deal to share about that meeting
and the inevitable teachings, sharings, and sense of community…
the endless comments back and forth…
The eventual sharing of emails, addresses and phone numbers.
However today is not that day to reminisce as there is simply not enough time.
But it should be known that over the years I came to deeply love Oneta…
as I know she loved me.
See that’s how Oneta was, she made you feel loved.
Mattered not that you’d not actually physically sat together enjoying
tea or lemonade out in the back yard…waiting on Sammy to get back from running errands
or knowing Carl’s family was soon to come to lunch….
sometimes we are just fortunate, or more likely blessed, to find such individuals.
Remember, I don’t believe in coincidence.
Oneta possessed a genuineness of pure kindness.
Mattered not if she disagreed with you, did not follow your life’s tenants,
did not agree with your politics….she still expressed a genuine and true kindness.
There were those who visited her blog who came with hostility toward her
deeply rooted faith and beliefs but she was never unkind.
She went toe to toe with nonbelievers and those of opposite minded politics,
always holding her own, and I imagine many of them went away merely scratching their heads wondering what had just transpired as she gently let all hostile air out of
any and all balloons.
Oneta had experienced increasing health issues over the last year.
She often wrote about them in between her latest Bible teachings, her dabble with Haikus,
or feelings regarding the state of the nation.
It was late summer when I think she last posted something.
Knowing in my heart that she must have “moved on” as it were, news came recently from her daughter via Oneta’s own blog site that Oneta Hayes went home on January 4th.
I was saddened at the news and yet at the same time… I was not nor am I sad.
I am sad that we will not meet here on earth face to face.
I am sad that I will not be able to read new thoughts and ideas that Oneta is offering.
I am sad that I will no longer be taught at the knee of this amazing woman.
I am sad she will no longer ring my phone.
And yet I am filled with wonder at the thought of Oneta truly communing with not only Angels
but basking in the Glory of her Savior… and mine…
For she is now in that place she spoke about being so often.
I still have a voicemail on my phone from Oneta…she called me often during a very dark time when I was wading through divorce.
At the time, I had not, and still have not, posted very regularly.
The voice mail:
“Hey this is Oneta, I’m missing you and wanted to tell you so.
Anyway hope all is going well for you babe…my cookie…bye bye.”
Bye bye indeed Oneta—just for a short while…
I believe IB over on Insanitybytes put it best this morning in a comment to me…
“This pastor once said the goal is to get so close to Jesus that when you pass
away heaven is already your comfortable home,
so you are really just stepping from one room to the next.
You haven’t really left at all.”
‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes.
There will be no more death’[a] or mourning or crying or pain,
for the old order of things has passed away.”
Revelation 21:4