Betty Randle from Eden Prairie, MN, who our family has known for 50 years just sent me this poem. She wrote it for the arts and crafts exhibit at the Wisconsin Dells Festival site next week. She says she writes poems like this most every year and I wanted to share it with you.
Artur Aleksandrov lives in Tallinn, Estonia. Bev and I first visited him in January 2009. I write about this on my TravelArk blog at http://v2.travelark.org/travel-blog-entry/victorkubik/8/1233377700. He is Russian and speaks excellent English. He has a heart to help and serve.
In 1992 I was a guest speaker in the Los Angeles congregation. My friend with whom we traveled together from Pasadena took notes, but as his habit was, he took them in the form of spontaneously generated poetry. He really caught the essence of my message well in this poem. I just found this among my sermon notes from years gone by and thought you might enjoy this.