Halen

It’s like this; Winter brings covers, sometimes stories, sometimes snow, and even an occasional rainbow.  In the evening darkness, we pause, we remember. We look at what has changed. We try to see what is the same. There, in the darkness, we muse at those who travel in any light, but even more so, of those who bring light. These are the ones who have wisdom, seemingly without a source. Halen knew things, not because of teaching or from study, but because God gifted him. But with this, God asked him to live quickly, and to finish early. Remarkably, unlike so many who ignore God’s voice, Halen listened, and did everything he was asked to be. From this, Halen enjoyed being generous, being humble, and being light. He lived giving, taking little, and asking for even less. He suffered, but was aware of the suffering Jesus endured, not just for him, but for all of us. How could one young man be asked to give so much? 


Our artist looks at a picture, his heart sinks. Who he sees is not a stranger, but a distanced friend. His brush lifts. He hears a song… reds, blues, yellows, mixes, and drums. The colors stir then dance. His brush moves with gifted hands, Halen! After all.

   
“There are places I remember all my life, though some have changed. Some forever, not for better, some have gone and some remain”.


And Halen, we see again….