The Healer

Today big snowflakes dropping at unusual speed. Beautiful white one of a kind, one-of-a-kind, and hung on a sky-blue background. Our lovely big old farmhouse stood being recognized, comforting art within itself. And being in the dead of winter, sleigh riding in a one horse open sleigh. Bells strung around the big wood sleigh and horses groomed to follow lead in a prance to guide the sled. The horse as well had jingle bells on its harness. Then of course the familiar all too safe Mennonite plain and simple life. Do gooders at heart in the future of what life sends us to engage our own likeness to be living on earth as it would be in heaven. Before long those riding in a one horse open sleigh sang bells on bob tail ring.

  To those of us who come from plain not fancy folk. Thrive on Good will towards man.

  Away they went Jack Hershberger driving belting out some tunes in Pennsylvania Dutch. The moon shone down on twinkling fresh snow. Philip Bontrager kissed Fanny Miller gently on her cheek.

  She blushed ever so slightly, and rubbed it with her gloves.” Thank you Mr. Bontrager, your my favorite guy in this world. “