Way back in 1982, back when I was ‘peak-mullet’, I had moved to Adelaide, while Sue was finishing school in Naracoorte. We’d already been dating three years. There was no email, messenger, whatsapp, mobile phones or texting. Communication was limited to the occasional and expensive ‘long distance’ phone call, after 8pm on a Sunday night when the rates were cheaper, as well as good old fashioned snail mail - hand written letters.
As I recall, there were lots of letters tracking backwards and forwards on the Duke Highway that year. I loved getting a letter from Sue; a letter from home. I would read it, read it again, and then some more. Every letter spoke of the ordinary, as well as the extraordinary - that this amazing young woman loved me through and through. With every letter received I was inspired to respond in kind. While this was a long distance conversation, the physical separation we still experienced was narrowed by the strength of the emotional connection catalysed by all those letters.
The fourth century church father Augustine said that ‘the Holy Scriptures are our letters from home.’ I love this. Every time I open my bible and prayerfully read, love dances across the page. Through its grand narrative God speaks of, and demonstrates radical love for me, and I’m caught up again in the beauty and wonder of a Divine Romance I neither deserved, nor expected. Any gap I feel between me and God narrows; in fact there are moments when reading my bible I sense God up close, and very personal. And with my frail hand and fallible heart, in my journal I pour out my jumbled thoughts and feelings. And I sense God smiling on me as I do.
I love reading letters from home.