A Letter Between Former Friends
by Rev. H. R. Curtis
by Rev. H. R. Curtis: Deadly
Stupidity: Government Roads in Deer Country
I use the customary
salutation even though this letter will make it clear that, in our
case, we must consider it merely a convention and quite devoid of
any real feeling. Oh, I know, we've had our times together when
we were quite close indeed but those days are, God be praised,
To think how
young I once was! At least, I'd like to blame it on my youth. Though
my Father had
warned me about your seductions and though you yourself were
cruel to me when we were growing up together back East as
a young woman I
could not resist your charms. You were a man of action so
powerful and strong so dashing in your uniform! And, frankly,
as a young lady of my stature a queen by birth, wasn't I? I
felt at that time that I deserved the honor and wealth that you
could provide for me. So, though I had been betrothed
to another by my Father, I took up house with you.
And how my
manner changed almost immediately! With your wealth and honor came
Where before I had been content to settle
my quarrels with words, it was now all too easy for me to have
you deal with them in more
precipitous and (as I thought) effective ways.
But it was
as my Father said it would be a chasing after the wind. I learned
that your violent temper could not always be directed by my own
will that it would, in fact, often be directed at me. It was a
long process I came to my senses only slowly. Even when
I first expressed my doubts about our relationship I would return
time and again to your arms.
But what finally
did it was physical separation. As the flower of my youth faded
into middle age, I began to feel suffocated by your very presence.
I built new, humbler houses in the West
to imagine life without you. I find I like that notion much
better than I ever thought I would. I remembered my Father's warnings,
the purity of my childhood when you were openly against me and
the long-suffering patience of my Husband.
But you know
all that. I'm writing today for a different reason. If I could come
to my senses, I still hold out some hope for you as well. Well,
perhaps it is better to say that I hold out hope that you can stop
being so much like yourself. I write today with a suggestion something
that really helped me recapture who I was meant to me. It may just
help you become better than you are as well.
When I moved
out West I found that things were different, especially in one way:
I didn't have you there to force my children to support their Mother.
At first, frankly, I was frightened by this prospect and tried to
hang on to my privileges out here. If nobody forced them to support
me, how would I survive in the style to which I had become accustomed?
But what choice did I have? In the end, I had to give up the coercion
and simply ask them to support me for the sake of love.
And here is
the funny thing: to ask for love means you have to give it; to remove
coercion means you have to persuade. Nothing could have more quickly
and surely transformed me back into my Father's daughter and my
Husband's wife than this. Once your purse strings were cut from
my hands, I found that they were free to hold
on to things of much greater worth.
I travel back East now, I find that I feel
sluggish and weak because of my long connection to you in those
parts. Something about the air is cleaner out West and down
South I can feel an energy in these old bones when I'm out there
because these places hold no reminders for me of our misplaced love
So, at any
rate, that is why I'm writing today: I think you should try it,
too. Drop the coercion.
Give your children the same freedom I had to give mine. I did so,
and I found myself. Perhaps if you did so, you would find a new
and better self. Stop coercing them for your support. If you are
a good father to them, then they will be happy to support you. And
if they don't support you well, I think you will find that poverty
of that sort can be good for the soul.
I have written
enough and it is almost time for sunrise down South and I do so
love to hear the children sing Labia mea aperies they are
so happy, so
free (sons of the kingdom are free).
H. R. Curtis [send him mail]
is a Lutheran (LCMS) pastor in rural Illinois and the editor
Divine Service Book: A Lutheran Daily Missal, the only English-language
daily missal in the Lutheran tradition. The book is available in
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