These are dry times. Summer slips away faster than you can catch it – a dime down the drain. The sky hangs damp and icy today. Across the globe, powerful little men toy with the world’s future like it’s a game of chicken. Hurricanes have ravaged large parts of our earth. Families will suffer the effects for years to come. Terrorists won’t let London sleep.
This planet can get so ugly. So broken. So disordered. So many of our mirrors are shattered.
There is order in beauty. A divine order, I believe, but whatever your theology you can feel it. The affirmation of disparate parts falling into place.
Jennifer Berkenbosch’s Cultivar matters because the world needs beauty today. We need to be reminded that there is goodness. There is a solid bed beneath this wild river.
It’s hard to believe summer–that Edmonton ‘Unobtanium'–is half over. Or for the optimists among us, half begun.
Of course, our summers are longer than we give credit for. It could hit plus 27 many days in September. It may not snow until after Halloween. But still. If we cannot wallow here in the frozen north, what have we got?
I’m here to save you from aimless wallowing. To take my big blogging hand and point you in five wonderful directions–towards art, faith, hope and love–this Friday.
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