Virtus Omnia Vincit – White

Wednesday, August 2, 2006

It was Wednesday that Collette stumbled upon the Silverspoon family plaid: a dark green and blue affair – very smart-looking for a supposedly Scottish clan. Although Collette was still quite certain that the Silverspoon family had not been Scottish, but Vikings.

Another blistering day. Collette heard that Mom was going to take Frances, Creole, Eleda, and Linnea to the RecPlex for a good cool swim that afternoon.

Meanwhile, Collette pictured the Scottish Moors, the storm and the heather, the rain and the dark gray. a tartan scarf wrapped tightly around one’s shoulders and the clatter of the latch at the entering of the cottage where the lamps glow and the quiet and the wet logs on the fire, the evening tea… Good thoughts for hot summer days.

The rest of the day was only reserved for thoughts that came on a quiet afternoon. Sometimes Collette wished during those quiet hours that she could, as in days of old, spend her hours of semi-leisure in painstakingly detailing illuminations of the Scriptures, peeling potatoes for two hundred fourteen other monks at the monastery, and collecting contributions from the village-people to send missionaries to Tonga.

Meanwhile, there was little else to say about the day.

“…the secular state of Israel today may not claim a present divine right to the Land, but they and we should seek a peaceful settlement not based on present divine rights, but on international principles of justice, mercy, and practical feasibility.”

– John Piper