Sunday, April 20, 2014

Happy Easter

The big city may boast of its bright lights, its sophistication, its busy-ness; the city that never sleeps.

We may live in "fly-over country:" scarcely noticed,
seldom respected.  But who makes the food for the city?

How cool is it that I live in a place where the local
newspaper publishes good news:  the true Good News,
the Gospel of Jesus!


Vee said...

It's exciting that the Good News made headlines there. This is just one more thing I love about small towns - people are not driven by what so-called "in" people think.

Lin said...

I haven't gotten my paper yet this morning, but I'm guessing our Tribune is featuring some political scandal or the latest murder count. *sigh* Not such good news.

vanilla said...

Vee, I do so enjoy living in my "no place" community, the only kind of place in which good news is news, it seems.

Lin, in too many places the expression "no news is good news" translates as "good news is no news."

Secondary Roads said...

We live under a major air route (east coast to Chicago). Occasionally, we see a flight on approach to Grand Rapids. It is easy to imagine that we are an island of time-forgotten folk, unseen by those who fly overhead in aluminum tubes.

vanilla said...

Chuck, "island of time-forgotten folk." Not a bad thing to be a part of, imo.