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Rising to Recognition

Kathy Smaltzm Laureate

Like many teachers, Kathy Smaltz prepared for years to work with students and spent decades out of the public eye without much notice, changing the world one child at a time.

Her reach widened considerably June 18, when Smaltz was crowned as Prince William’s second Poet Laureate at Summerfest 2016, an arts festival at Tackett’s Mill Shopping Center.

“I was excited and grateful when I found out a month ago the I was the winner,” Smaltz said “And I want to continue the good work begun by the first Poets Laureate Robert Scott and Zan Hailey.”

Always energetic, Smaltz noted, “Poetry can help anyone find their voice, their sense of who they are. As Poet Laureate, I can share a gift that I have been given to allow people who struggle to express themselves.

“I plan to conduct poetry workshops not only for elementary students and teachers, but also with guidance counselors and high school students (who might mentor younger ones), troubled youth to help them use poetry to cope with problems. In addition, those in nursing homes and prisons can benefit from reading and writing poetry.

“Basically I am talking about anyone with divergent views wanting to find a sense of their own voice. I want them to find poetry pleasurable and life-affirming.”

Smaltz wanted to become a writer early on. Her mother, a writer, and her grandmother, a visual artist, encouraged her, but Smaltz didn’t understand those influences until later.  A pragmatic, big-hearted and kind aunt became the most important influence on Smaltz’s character.

“When I was seven or eight years, I discovered poetry in Wee Wisdom magazine, and I knew I wanted to play with words and create poetry like that found in the magazine.

“I knew that words had power, a feeling that was further affirmed as I went on with church and pop music. I was attracted by the musicality and rhythm of poetry, and the distilled moment found in those lines.

“As a shy only child, I kept a diary for twelve years, using poetry to entertain myself, living inside my head. We lived in a rural area, so I was alone, with no one to play with. My childhood was hard, but I learned to express myself,

to make sense of things and become self reflective, capable of abstract thought.”

During her junior year in college, Smaltz realized she wanted to be a teacher. Now, she can’t imagine doing anything else. She is happiest helping people, sharing her love of words. These qualities help her counter the current educational culture of accountability and standardized testing and allow her classroom to be a bright, positive place for students.

The graduate of College of William and Mary has a master’s degree in fine arts  (M.F.A.) from George Mason University.

She has far-reaching plans for the laureate program.  “I feel the we are part of laying a foundation for future growth, to be in a position so that community activists can go to poets for support in helping and reaching people. I feel we could achieve peace in the world if more people wrote and shared who they are.

“Poets laureate can be ambassadors of good will, working to correct social injustice and to inspire people by bringing them together to build community not only with poetry, but with the full range of the arts,” she said at the last.

And she smiled.

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Summerfest 2016

The Poet Laureate

If you enjoy arts festivals, mark your calendars for Saturday, June 18. SummerFest 2016 at Tackett’s Mill Center in Lake Ridge will overflow from 4 to 8 p.m. with artists, authors and performers of all kinds, including the Manassas Ballet, and the Prince William Chorale. A new Poet Laureate for Prince William County will be crowned at 6:45 p.m.

Main Stage Lakeside

  • Beer garden in the Lakeside Courtyard from 4-8 p.m.
  • WPGC 99.5’s Guy Lambert introduces the present Poets Laureate Zan Hailey and Robert Scott at 4 p.m.
  • Jahnel Daliya comes onstage at 4:30 p.m., followed by Fools Improv at 5:15 p.m.
  • LATO performs starting at 6:00 p.m.
  • The new Poet Laureate is crowned at 6:45 p.m.
  • A performance by the Saviors from 7:15-8:00 p.m. will round out the evening.

 

 Upper level of Tackett’s Mill

  • Smoothie King open and available
  • The Lake Ridge Neighborhood Library hosts a mini library book sale from 1-6 p.m..
  • Edgemoor Art Studio offers free face painting for children from 1 to 6 p.m.
  • Lou Rosgen brings his special brand of music from 4-6 p.m.
  • The Prince William Chorale performs near Layla’s from 4-5 p.m.
  • PetValu has rescue animals for adoption.

 

The Lawn

  • Free henna designing from 4-8 p.m.
  • Quilts by Cabin Branch Quilters and Stone House Quilters, 4-8 p.m.
  • Displays by the Prince William Art Society from 4-8 p.m.
  • Local authors from Write by the Rails with their books from 4-8 p.m.
  • Youth Orchestras Prince William plays classical and popular tunes from 4-5 p.m.
  • The Manassas Ballet performs from 6-6:45 p.m.,
  • The Old Bridge Chamber Orchestra plays from 7-8 p.m.

 

Food trucks and eateries in the Tackett’s Mill Center will offer a selection of food and drink.

The Clearbook Foundation and the Prince William County Arts Council are co-sponsors of this event.

 

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Burial at Arlington

Arlington National Cemetery

for our friend Jim Hogler, Lt. Colonel, U. S. Army

Filling the street like so many runners gathered to start a race

Wearing black funereal suits, dresses or raincoats

Against the steady drip of water from overhanging trees,

We stretched to see between the upheld umbrellas a caisson, four horses and

Two riders standing beside the hearse awaiting

The flag-draped casket covered with plastic against the rain

While the service band played “Be Thou My Vision.”

Then, ten beats of silence, and the brasses and drummer

Resumed with “It Is Well with My Soul.”

That over, the funeral director asked us in practiced tones

To return to our cars to join the procession,

Or to walk behind the two-wheeled artillery cart

That pulled off with slow step, looming through the rain

Like a half-forgotten scene from the past.

Silent, we went back to our cars and prepared to follow.

Ahead of us twenty-five members of the family who somberly paced

The quarter-mile to the grave site while we idled behind them.

Near the gravesite we picked our way forward to stand once again

Behind a multicolored wall of umbrella canopies upheld against the rain.

We heard rather than saw the casket’s slow backward progress off the caisson

Although we saw it in our mind’s eye, a remnant from those grainy black-and-white

Television pictures of John Kennedy’s funeral, the flag-draped coffin

Inching backward oh so slowly, the heavy burden tenderly borne by

Young men immaculate and expressionless in their uniforms,

Moving, well-rehearsed, to carry their commander-in-chief to his grave

Overlooking Memorial Bridge, not a quarter-mile from where we stood, waiting.

The rollers on the caisson squeaked, the only sound at that moment,

A sound somehow suited for outworn rusted axles, outworn beings, burial and death.

The casket out, the young soldiers carefully, solemnly, lifted their burden,

Carrying one who through his work and service had carried them before they knew,

Before they were aware of the sacrifices he had made. They were returned that gift

As did the nation. As did we with our sacrifice of time and presence on this overcast

Sullen day. The honor guard stepped deliberately through wet longish grass

And we followed.

I thought of Whitman, who nursed soldiers and wrote letters for them and cared for them

And mourned them when they died, and wrote poems for them, including these lines

From Leaves of Grass:

And now [the grass] seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.

Tenderly will I use you curling grass,

It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men,

It may be if I had known them I would have loved them (,)

Who knows what any of us might have don?. We are only aware of what we have done

And know those whom we have known, including the one we follow for the last time today

Who had been followed by so many, inevitably come to lie beneath the grass

In some place, in a place of sorrow and beauty much like this.

We stood in rows behind the family and close friends, silent,

The only human sound the chaplain speaking of the place

And the sacred earth that cannot be bought but must be earned.

And so, we consigned our friend, relative, co-worker, fellow human being

To Whitman’s grass. Again I heard rather than saw

The meticulous folding of the flag and caught a glimpse of the soldier’s face

As he spoke these words,

On behalf of the President of the United States and the people of a grateful nation,

May I present this flag as a token of appreciation for the honorable and faithful service

Your loved one rendered this nation.

After those familiar words, an equally familiar prayer.

A shot split the silence, then another, and another, a three-gun salute.

The band, now across the way, played “America.”

A few people sang, and unseen aircraft taking off from National Airport

Soon rose above the clouds where the whine of their turbines

Obscured both voice and band for a moment

And we on the ground did not glimpse the Boeings bound

For places that some had just sung about, and,

The service finished, we returned to our cars and to our lives

After this journey to a kind of Middle-earth

Not the one of the lives we lead

Nor the life to come,

But a transient place of passing

To which we all shall, in due time, retire.

 

Dan Verner

May 12, 2016

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A “Practice” Concert Turns Out to Be the Real Thing

 

 

Samantha

Samantha Kline

Twenty-four-year-old violin virtuoso Samantha Kline of Manassas presented a program of accompanied and unaccompanied songs to 140 appreciative friends, relatives and church and community members the evening of April 27 at Manassas Baptist Church.

Ms. Kline’s selections ranged from J. S. Bach’s Violin Sonata in G major for Piano and Violin, K. 301 to W. A. Mozart’s Sonata #1 in G Minor for Solo Violin, to Paganini’s Caprice No. 10 in G minor, Op. 1, demonstrating technical and emotional control of the songs and of her instrument, creating moods that were by turns melancholy, lyrical and spirited, according to the work.

After a short intermission, Samantha returned to give voice to Beethoven’s Sonata #3 in Eb for Piano and Violin, op.12 with finely interpreted lyrical sections in contrast to following dramatic passages, all of which Samantha took in stride. The closing movement, “Rondo Allegro Molto” was fluid and flawless.

With contemporary German composer Johannes X. Schahcter’s Florolegium—Hommage a Leopold Mozart, Samantha took on the experimental-sounding work with courage and technical virtuosity, exploring a range of tones and effects, producing at times electronic, ethereal and dissonant sounds, using glissandi and percussive effects to good advantage. Following this adventure for the ear, Samantha turned to the recognizable Carmen: Fantasie Brilliante for Violin and Piano by Jeno Hubey, showcasing her consider range of expression, emotion and sensitivity, which provided a rich and rhythmic close to the evening.

Samantha gave this concert as “practice” for competition in the Leopold Mozart International Violin Competition in Augsburg, Germany. She participated left  for Augsburg soon after the concert, and although she didn’t make it past the first round, she took a philosophical view of her experience. As she wrote in an email,

Unfortunately, I did not make it to the next round of the competition, but that is all right. I felt I didn’t play my best, and the competition is very difficult: only 12 people made it to the next round. I am happy to be in the competition in the first place. This is the first International competition I have applied for and participated in. I have more time to participate in other competitions if I choose and I think this has given me a better idea about what to expect for next time.

Anyone who has heard her play would agree that how Samantha did in the competition is immaterial. To them, and to me she still is, and will continue to be, a winner of the highest order.

 

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Beautiful, Not Beastly

Beauty and the Beast Old School

 

I know it’s not Disney, kids, but this picture is from a book with the original story. Check it out some time!

 

Becky and I went to see Manassas Park High School’s production of the musical version of Beauty and the Beast Friday evening, and as I wrote on Facebook, “I’ll write a longer review later, but for now, I have four words for everyone: Go. See. This. Musical.” We were overly familiar with the animated film which came out in 1991 since our younger daughter Alyssa, who was ten years old at the time. played the songs incessantly. Fortunately, we liked the film and sang along…particularly with “Be Our Guest” and the lovely title song. After Alyssa had seen the movie, Becky asked her who sang the song, and she replied, “The teapot.” This didn’t make a whole lot of sense until we saw the film ourselves and everything fell into place. The folks at Disney created a world then that was by turns charming, witty, touching and instructive.

I expected the musical would have the same plot as the movie, but Alan Menken added some songs to the show, including one (“Human Again”) cut from the original film. The cast of about 48 high schoolers and few adults sang, danced and acted their hearts out, showing remarkable sensitivity to the nuances of the story with incredible props and sets, beautiful costumes and strong support from the orchestra. Nina Tripodi portrayed Belle as a sweet and feisty young woman of will and intellect who will not tolerate injustice and prejudice wherever she finds it. Garrett Alexander (the Beast) understood the conflict raging within the heart of the transformed prince, bringing to the role a lyrical and sensitive tenor voice. Gaston, played by Shane Limer, swaggered and sneered all over the stage, an outrageous portrait of narcissism run amok, while Joshua Hernandez perfectly played the comic role of Gaston’s fawning sidekick LeFou, taking Gaston’s abuse and admiring his ceaseless bragging, smiling all the while. Ben Kemmerly portrayed Maurice, Belle’s inventor father, with attention to the eccentricity of the old man and his obvious affection for Belle.

The students animated the enchanted servants in the castle with wit and energy. Mandy Ayers (Mrs. Potts the tea pot, a role requiring her to hold her right arm up as a spout the whole time she was on stage) minced about pushing a cart housing Chip (Izabel Sprague), her teacup son.  Carlos Vargas as Cogsworth the clock fussed incessantly at the other characters, trying to keep things in order to great comic effect. Madame De La Grande Bouche (Rayza Arevalo), an opera diva turned wardrobe, was properly imperious and comically self-centered but kindly as she strutted around recalling her days on stage. Wendy Nguyen as Babette (a French maid turned into a feather duster) flirted and simpered all over the stage, playing up to Lumiere the candlestick and enchanted maître d’ played by Jenna Osorio. She held up what looked like lampshades representing candles the time she was on stage (and she was on stage a lot), and told me after the show how heavy they were. Principals and supporting actors alike sang with energy and attention to nuances of the songs and their place in the story.

The supporting cast played various roles with enthusiasm and concentration. Including a beautifully choreographed dance number as plates, knives, forks, and other assorted household items. The cast included Chanel Ellerbe, Diana Mullins, Kayleigh McCann, Victoria Osinski, Michelle Pollack, Tesha Randolph, Cindy Watson, Malia Hayes, Mike Kelly, Krista Kelly, Colin Kelly, Lillian Kelly and Nicole Sarich as villagers, Allan Jones (D’Arque/Bookseller/Crony), Eileen Tran (Silly Girl #1/Wolf) Katherine Canales (Silly Girl #2/Wolf), Maya Hankins (Silly Girl #3/Enchantress), Joanna Woo (Aristocratic Lady) Kayleigh Brown (Lady with Baby), Helena Schenck (Sausage Curl Girl/Wolf), Terra Bailey (Fish Seller/Wolf), Christina Wesdock (Hat Seller/Wolf). Destiny McKenzie (Milkmaid/Wolf), Dave Ferrell (Candle Seller/Crony), Sarah Taylor (Egg Seller/Wolf), and Blixa Pardee-Spreemann (Baker/Crony).

Kristina Schenck, Choral Director at Manassas Park High School, directed the show, while Kiana Davenport acted as Assistant Director; Trinity Sullivan as Stage Manager; Lynette Vidal, Choreographer; Doug West, Set Director; Shannon McAteer, Costume Director; and Claude LeGrand, director of the orchestra.

 

We know that adults find many movies intended for children meaningful, and that was certainly the case with the 1991 animation. Thanks to a sensitive and energetic interpretation of Beauty and the Beast by these students, we are able to understand better the importance of tolerance, understanding, friendship, community, and, yes, love, that it contained. Thanks to all involved in this production for a gift not only to those who saw it, but also to the community and the world.

 

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The Keys to Heaven

 

Eleanor Toll

An Appreciation of Eleanor Toll

I first met “Ma Toll,” as her students called her, in the early 1970’s on one of my trips to see Becky at East Carolina University which Becky attended, majoring in musical education. Becky told me that Ma wasn’t as flashy or well-known as some on the piano faculty, but I think there was something about her integrity and class that drew Becky to her. She reminded me of Becky’s piano teacher in Manassas, Virginia Carper, who was something like Eleanor and a local musical legend in her own right.

Eleanor was a first-class Southern lady, soft-spoken, gracious and kind. At the same time, she could be a reasonably demanding college professor, expecting the best from her students and not settling for anything else. Ma never had children of her own, but she regarded the hundreds of students she sat with at the keyboard year after year as her musical children. She was always interested in what I was doing, and sometimes we visited her in her small house just off campus. She made me feel welcome, and always had stories to share. After she retired and was under nursing home care, she told us that her father was a doctor in Georgia and because he did not want to learn to drive, she did, and took him around on his house calls starting at age 15. I believe this account illustrated another of Ma’s qualities at an early age: she saw a need and stepped in quietly and took care of it.

Her last years were not easy as her health declined and she required increasing  care. She told me. Fonda Sanderlin, Becky’s chorus teacher in high school and a student of Mrs. Toll, faithfully visited her for years, even when she could not respond. Fonda wrote this about Ma’s funeral service:

Everything went well at the graveside service today. This chapter of my life is over. I don’t have to go to the rest home and see a dear soul struggling to remember or trying to survive. I feel that she left me 10-12 years ago and this was just a shell we buried today.

Sveral former students also came to the service whom Fonda did not know. She learned that several of them took lessons from her privately at her home for a while because when she got married she had to stop teaching at the college whose rules didn’t allow husbands and wives to teach on the same faculty. The college changed the rule about six years later.

Becky, who of course knew her far better than I did, shared these words:

Today we are remembering a gracious Southern lady, a gifted teacher and mentor, a church musician, a cat lover and a friend to many.  All of these were found in the delightful person we knew as Eleanor Toll, or “Ma” Toll as many of her students called her.  Even though she didn’t have any biological children, those of us who were her students think of her as our musical mother. 

She spent extra time with us in piano lessons at ECU to make sure that we passed our juries each quarter or semester and that we did well on the dreaded jury on scales and arpeggios.  But it was more than about the music.  She shared funny and poignant stories with us, threw back her head and laughed at things that amused her and sympathized when we had concerns or weren’t feeling well. 

She taught piano to music education majors, composition majors and even non-music majors, always telling us to play expressively and to exaggerate the dynamics so our audience could hear them. She went the second mile so that as graduates of the ECU School of Music, we would be well-prepared for whatever style of music we needed to play on the piano. 

Today, the silver-haired lady has left us for a place where the music is even sweeter than here on earth.  Her smiles and laughs will be shared with those who have gone before her and her faithfulness to all she did will be rewarded with the words of her Lord, “Well done, good and faithful servant.” 

“Ma” Toll, may you have eternal light and eternal rest.  You deserve them both.  Thank you for all that you have done, and said and been. And may you know that hundreds of former students carry on your legacy of melody and harmony in their music and in their lives. 

Henry Adams once wrote, “Teachers affect eternity; they can never tell where their influence stops.” Eleanor Toll inspired hundreds of students to become music teachers like her, affecting by her work, care, and grace literally thousands of students across generations. And I like to think that the harp is not the preferred instrument in heaven: it is the piano, and the celestial choir gained a magnificent piano player when Eleanor Toll joined its ranks. Now she does indeed hold the keys to heaven.

 

 

 

 

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Receiving the Mail

Mail Box

 

This quotidian happening

For all its familiarity

Serves as a ceremony

For all those of us who lack

Ceremony in our lives

Who does not look for the coming

Of the post?

The watching, the checking,

Hoping that today will be the day

When something special lies within

The plastic or aluminum regulation

Postal box: a huge unexpected check,

Or an actual handwritten letter from a friend

Almost forgotten or a package

Earnestly hoped for.

So much drama attends this ordinary event

And even when the day’s take consists

Of bills, unwanted ads and bulk mail

Hope burns bright

That tomorrow will be the day when it

All comes in, when dreams are fulfilled

And the Promised Land is another step closer.

Yes.

 

Dan Verner

April 1, 2016

 

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Uncle Artie

Art Garfunkel

Art Garfunkel came to the Hylton Center last night, and his concert was more like a holiday visit from a favorite uncle holding forth on the couch in the living room. A near capacity audience of mostly baby boomers wildly applauded every comment, song and poem that came from the mouth of this talented, gentle pop music icon.

The evening didn’t begin with much promise, as we were treated to about ten minutes of formless ethereal music before the show started. The level of conversation grew louder during this time until I could hardly hear the music, which was all right with me. But then the lights dimmed and the audience fell silent as keyboard player Warren Bernhardt and guitarist Tab Laven took their positions. A follow spot swung toward the right side of the stage, the curtain drew back and the man himself walked out onto the stage, greeted by a crescendo of applause. Garfunkel did indeed look like a favorite uncle, his famous Afro diminished by a balding crown, the sleeves rolled up on his white shirt, and holding a piece of paper in his hand.

He started not with a song but with what he called “prose poems,” soon to be published by Alfred P. Knopf. The first poem pictured himself as a young man, just beginning his climb to fame, standing on a balcony of a hotel overlooking Central Park and wondering where public acclaim would lead him. He also wrote about a large inflatable globe that he keeps in his bedroom and that his son plays with, rolling the large ball all over their apartment, and trying to talk to the world through its air valve. The poem ended with a mediation on the actual world and the people in it, and his son’s place in the universe.

Then Garfunkel sang a medley of “You Bruise Me” and “All I Know.” I was concerned that, at his age, his voice would have faded, as has happened to Gordon Lightfoot, whose songs are now delivered in a raspy whisper, but I needn’t have worried—Garfunkel’s voice still had that same ethereal quality and warm tone that it has always had. He had a cold or was suffering from allergies so that his voice faded on the higher notes, but I could close my eyes and the years dropped away and I was listening to him sing on my roommate’s cheap Zenith stereo in 1970. The audience responded warmly to Garfunkel’s efforts.

Garfunkel also talked about his famous walks. He first crossed Japan on foot in the early 1980’s, and then walked across the U.S. incrementally between 1983 and 1997. In May 1998, he began an incremental walk across Europe, starting from Ireland and ending up in northern Greece.  He went back to Ireland in early 2014 and reached Istanbul, Turkey in August of that year.

Garfunkel sang the most popular songs from his career, but he mixed in some new material. “A Perfect Moment” presented a lovely, lyrical picture of two lovers wanting to keep that moment forever, but the most striking “new” material came when he recalled recording “Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme” with Paul Simon. They had recorded the first three tracks of the song in July of 1966, but Garfunkel felt it needed something more. Protests against the Viet Nam War were just beginning, and he proposed that he write a counter-melody using words from a song that Simon had written earlier. Garfunkel sang that song, “On the Side of a Hill,” which depicts rain falling on a battle scene and includes the lines

War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions

Generals order their soldiers to kill

And to fight for a cause they’ve long ago forgotten

which he wove into the ballad from England.

The remainder of the concert consisted mostly of old favorites: “Ninety-Nine Miles from L.A.,” “Kathy’s Song” and “Homeward Bound” among them, interspersed with more poems.

I expected that Garfunkel would conclude with “Bridge over Troubled Water,” and he did, but in an unexpected way. Before he and his guitarist launched into the song, he explained that they hadn’t finished the arrangement yet, so when they sang it, they stopped abruptly before the bridge and last verse. The audience didn’t mind in the least, leaping to their feet and applauding thunderously.

As an encore, Garfunkel did something very unusual. He talked about his belief in God, remembering at five years of age that he sang in the synagogue and made the old men seated before him cry. It was then he realized that God had given him the gift of his voice and of music. With that as an introduction, he said, “Now I’ll put you to bed,” by singing a lovely, lyrical setting of “Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep.”

Now I lay me down to sleep,

I pray the Lord my soul to keep,

Thy love go with me through the night,

And wake me with the morning light.

This was a spiritual way to end a heavenly concert. May Art Garfunkel, in the words of Leonard Nimoy, another Jewish celebrity, “Live long and prosper.”

 

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One Shoe

Single Black Oxford

Today at the gym

I saw

A single shoe

Sitting high on the

Lost and found shelf

In the men’s locker room,

And I thought

Who wears one shoe?

Obviously, people with one leg

Or someone with a broken leg.

I hadn’t seen anyone like that

But I don’t live at the gym,

So I asked the young woman

At the front counter and

She said, No, no one like that

Comes here, and she turned

To check someone in,

Someone with two legs

And two shoes.

I thought more about the shoe.

It was a nice black oxford

Obviously quite expensive

But now abandoned.

I would think the loss of a shoe

Would be obvious

And will watch the shelf

To see if it disappears

Claimed by its one-legged

Or injured owner

Or by someone who threw a shoe

And didn’t notice.

Or maybe it was taken up

Into the Paradise of Shoes

Where shoes of all sorts

Lounge about in a perfect climate

And don’t have to endure the

Indignity of foul-smelling feet

Thrust into them

Against their will.

And this thought

Made me smile.

 

Dan Verner

March 31, 2016

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As Wise as Serpents and as Gentle as Doves

Red Haired Woman

Matthew 10:16: “I am sending you out like sheep among wolves. Therefore, be as shrewd as snakes and as innocent as doves.

I don’t know if you’ve ever known anyone who contradicted him or herself. I found someone who did last week and it was an instructive experience. I had gone up town to do some shopping and parked at the “old” post office in Manassas.

I did my shopping and came back to my car to find a small, somewhat elderly woman (it was hard to tell her age) with red hair that stuck out in all directions, examining the front of my wagon. When she saw me, she turned and said, “Is this yours?” gesturing at the front bumper.

“Yes, it is,” I replied, wondering if she had backed into me or something like that. It would be hard to tell since my car has more than a few dents.

“What does this mean?” she hissed in a manner generally reserved for wicked witches. But she didn’t look like a witch, except for her face and hair, and, come to think of it, she was wearing slightly ripped black clothes that draped off her so that she looked like a small black pine tree with a red star on top. She pointed to my license plate, which reads “WINGS-AM,” and stands for On Wings of the Morning, my first novel.

I explained this to her and then she asked, “Are you a writer?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Did you write this book?” she said in an accusatorial tone, pointing to the license again.

“I did.”

“What’s it about?”

I gave her my elevator speech and concluded by asking, “Would you like to see a copy?”

She nodded, somewhat eagerly, I thought, and I gave her one of the books. She held it close to her face, sniffed it a time or two and then handed it back to me.

“I can’t buy it. I don’t have any money.”

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled.

“Well, thank you anyway.” She handed me the book and turned to leave. Then she did what I call a Colombo turn. In every episode of that show, Colombo starts to walk off from the suspect but stops, turns back to them and says, “There’s just one thing I don’t understand…” Then he reveals a clue that nails the suspect.

Reddi Whip (for so I named her because of her red hair and abrupt manner) came close to me, looked me in the face and in a conspiratorial whisper, said, “You have to be careful talking to strangers. You never know who they are or what they could do.”

I backed up a step, wondering what she would do and who she was. But she just gave me a curt nod, turned, and wove her way to the post office. They’ll know what to do with her, I thought.

As I drove home, I thought about the lady and how she warned me against the very thing she had done. I wasn’t sure of the significance of the encounter at first, but after some thought, I decided that Jesus gave the same advice in Matthew, without sporting red hair and witches’ apparel. He said, “Be wise as serpents and as gentle as doves,” and that advice is still sound today. In New Testament times, serpents were regarded as the wisest of animals, much as a fox is said to be sly or crafty in popular belief. The gentleness of a dove requires no explanation, so Jesus is saying, in so many words, “Be peaceful, forgive, don’t get angry no matter how much you are provoked, but at the same time, don’t be stupid. Keep your wits about you, learn how the world works, and figure out the best way to bring my good news to everyone, even those who are serpents. And I will help you.”

We can and should use this two-thousand-year-old advice. We would all be better for it.

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